"Miss Elze stayed with you all night, she only left crying just now. She said if you died, she’d cut off your tail to bury with you."
Bone Fra tilted his head curiously, looking at Shami.
"Lord Shami, what exactly were you and Elze doing yesterday, was it asphyxiation play? This usually requires setting a safe word, or it can be quite dangerous. Next ti, if you feel it’s unsafe, you can call to join you, I’m pretty good at observing people’s actual conditions."
"You surprisingly know a lot about this, Bone Fra!"
Shami pondered for a mont.
Although he almost got hung on the Dragon Race Maiden’s tail yesterday, after thinking it over, it was all his fault. If he hadn’t insisted on touching the Dragon Race Maiden’s tail, he wouldn’t have accidentally triggered so weird chanism, which led to this incident.
The Dragon Race Maiden, unable to control her tail, was just forced to play along the whole ti, what fault does she have?
After figuring it out, Shami attributed the mistake to himself.
At the sa ti, he gained newfound respect for the Dragon Race Maiden’s tail.
Beautiful and fun things always co with dangers.
"I actually slept for a whole day. Shami, oh Shami, how can you be so negligent."
Shami checked the ti and rembered he had many important tasks that remained unfinished, so he hurriedly got up and started washing.
"Bone Fra, help check today’s schedule."
These days, the Demon King Castle’s gate guard Bone Fra has taken on an additional position as the Demon King’s personal assistant.
Slowly rising from the bed, Bone Fra took out a small notebook from his pelvis and flipped it open.
"Hmm~ In the morning, there’s the Sli special training conclusion speech, in the afternoon the [Lecture on Sustainable Coexistence of Fishman Race and Demon Realm Lake]. In the evening, there’s also an order for a batch of new black stockings."
"Got it. Remove that fictional evening plan. Bone Fra, go find so clean fras, I still need a certain number of Skeleton soldiers to maintain the usual order in the Demon Realm."
While washing his face, Shami thought for a long ti and decided to revive more mbers of the Skeleton Race.
"Roger!"
Assigned with a new task, Bone Fra stood up and trotted out of the Demon King’s bedroom.
Due to yesterday’s unexpected incident, Shami hadn’t had the chance to observe the final outcos of the Sli special training.
The first batch of Sli training focused on escape abilities, the second batch on disguise abilities, while the third batch was the most important—a focus on combat abilities!
But without a special guest, the white-haired one’s strength is too beyond compare, unable to match with Sli.
This third batch of Sli was handed over to the Sli Leader Jelly for training.
Shami opened the Teleportation Gate, teleported outside the Demon Realm, and soon t Jelly and its Slis.
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"Sli, don’t think it’s cute so it lacks combat power, the definition of combat power is diverse. Slis have already relied on their combat abilities to defeat a gold-level adventurer party."
"Sli must rember its heart is ruthless! Loving to invade villages is proof enough! When encountering so low-level adventurer parties, not revealing the location of the nest, don’t think about disguising or running away, trying to fight is how to gain more experience. Knock the concern out of low-level adventurer parties and hiring groups, and steal their possessions to enhance combat experience and level.
The third principle of Sli survival: Combat study!
Pick soft persimmons to squeeze, encountering a soft persimmon without pinching is a waste! "
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