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Chapter 128 Hey hey hey, I am the Demon King, I am the Demon King!
Kalia then walked over, also carrying a cat.

Curious, he peeked out and looked at the gauntlet in Roland's hand: "Is this what was on that dark, grimy armor we just saw?"

"It does look quite scary!"

Nash then retorted, "How can you humans be so weird?"

"I originally thought your methods would only work on mass-produced machines."

"I didn't expect it to work even on the prototype!"

"Damn it, this is a creation representing the pinnacle of rune technology! How come it's as fragile as a piece of paper in your hands!"

"That level of spatial attack just now only allowed it to sever an arm to survive, but it was just afraid of being caught in the spatial turbulence by such an attack."

"The fact that the arm armor could still maintain its basic shape after being hit speaks volumes!"

"But you managed to ruin it so badly, leaving only the gauntlet, just by lifting it out of the pit!"

The silly cat's incessant ranting drew the attention of all three to it.

Then, quite pathetically, it shrank its head, lay down on the ground, and tried to disguise itself as a fluffy ball.

Roland crouched down and flicked the cat's head: "You've got quite a lot of theoretical knowledge, haven't you?"

"Tch, do you think I want to? I failed the practical exam and can only rely on theory to raise my average score. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to graduate."

Nash's tone was filled with helplessness and grievance.

After hearing Nash's explanation, Kalia curiously flicked Roland's gauntlet with her shadow bullet.

"This is the creation you described as the pinnacle of rune technology? It doesn't look that impressive."

"At least the materials are up to standard."

After Roland finished speaking, he looked at the two people and the cat in front of him and said, "Let's go back to Ms. Flam."

"After settling the other passengers, we still need to return to Blackthorn Territory to provide support."

When the three returned to Frum, the situation there was very strange.

Surrounded by the crowd, Flam maintained a subtle expression of = w = as she sat on the wreckage of the carriage, signing autographs for the surviving passengers one by one.

Clearly, Flam accomplished her mission with great ease.

Frum = w =: "Ah, you're back? Kefas has already told me about it. Well done, Roland."

"By the way, wait for me a moment, I'll sign it soon."

"Sister Flam! Can you sign my teddy bear?" A little girl ran up to Flam, holding a teddy bear and looking at her with expectant eyes, hoping that this legendary elven magician would sign her autograph.

"Sure!"

Although he still had the same expression on his face, Roland could clearly sense that Flam was much happier.

"Tch, old woman pretending to be young."

Kalia muttered a dismissive remark.

Upon hearing Kalia's words, Roland silently took two steps to the side.

This exposed Kalia, who had been hiding behind Roland, to Flam.

"Hmm?" Flam = w =
Kalia: “…”

With a quick step, Kalia hid behind Roland again, pinching the soft flesh on Roland's waist as she did so.

Cellina sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

Although they've spent some time together, she still can't get used to the way humans interact.

Surprisingly, Flam did not immediately react, but instead continued to patiently sign the papers.

The three of them just watched silently as Flam signed her autograph.

It wasn't until ten minutes later, after the entire autograph session had finally come to an end, that Roland stood on a high place and clapped his hands.

"All eyes are on me, I'm going to make an announcement!"

"As ordered by the Inspectorate General, everyone must immediately seek refuge in the nearby territory of Aslan! Once the situation has calmed down, another train will be arranged to facilitate the passage."

"Please rest assured about safety. Ms. Fram will accompany you throughout the journey until you reach the noble territory where you are taking refuge."

"Now everyone, take stock of your essential belongings and discard any unnecessary luggage."

Listening to Roland giving instructions from above, Kalia felt that the name Aslan sounded familiar. She looked at Flam and asked, "Teacher, haven't I heard the name Aslan somewhere before?"

“Have you forgotten? Roland’s senior brother’s surname is Aslan. That’s right, just as you thought, this Aslan territory is his father’s territory.”

Frum's answer made Kalia realize something: "I see! What a coincidence! I just randomly picked a nearby noble territory, and it turned out to be the hometown of an acquaintance."

“Lia is such an idiot… How could this be a coincidence? Roland must have picked it out carefully.” Flam complained, then lightly tapped Kalia’s head in annoyance.

"You've been following Roland around every day, and you haven't learned a single trick from that kid. You've just been fed, haven't you? You'll turn yourself into a pet like this cat you're holding!"

"Meow! I'm not a pet!" Nash retorted loudly, and then, under Flam's death stare, silently transformed back into a docile ball of fur from the Spinosaurus's breathy form that was about to be activated.

Seeing that Kalia was still completely bewildered, Cherinina couldn't stand it anymore and started explaining for Flam.

"Roland did it simply. He just wanted to find a reliable place, a place he knew well, to house these passengers."

"After all... to put it bluntly, not every lord and governor of a noble territory is like Blackthorn Territory."

"Although Roland's identity can temporarily restrain those blood-sucking nobles and governors, it's best to avoid trouble where possible to prevent complications."

"Firstly, although Aslan territory is not the closest noble territory to here, it is not far from other places."

"Secondly, Aslan Territory, as a marquisate, is the largest city-state in the vicinity, with ample space and resources to accommodate these passengers. After all, there are hundreds of passengers on this magical train." "Furthermore, Aslan Territory has always been a staunch supporter and confidant of Salah III, so no governor has been stationed here. Marquis Aslan is the sole person in charge here."

"Third, the other party is not only a staunch supporter of Salah III, but also has the connection with Senior Brother Roland, which will make things much easier."

"Overall, although it takes a longer route, it saves a lot of unnecessary conflicts and trouble."

Fram nodded in agreement with Cellina's statement: "That's right, although the journey is a bit longer, it can avoid a lot of trouble."

"Of course, there's one more thing, little demon girl, that you didn't mention."

"Aslan Territory is home to one of the largest branches of the Continental Historical Society within the Empire."

"The Empire has sent out a request for help, and reinforcements will most likely be sent from here."

While the group was analyzing the situation, Roland was almost finished on the other side.

Although many people don't really trust Roland, after all, he doesn't look very old and he's always holding a huge gauntlet while he's talking.

He doesn't seem like a normal person.

However, given that Ms. Fram clearly knew the other party and that this legendary figure did not voice any objection throughout the process, they tacitly accepted Roland's command.

Half an hour later, with the help of Flam's levitation magic, the passenger convoy began to move.

They successfully arrived at the territory of Aslan in the evening.

With prior notification from his senior, Aslan quickly arranged for the passengers to be accommodated.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle. This happened so suddenly, and to be on the safe side, I had no choice but to send the person here to you."

To be honest, when Roland looked at the burly and imposing Marquis Aslan, who had a thick beard like a lion and was over two meters tall, he couldn't tell at all that he was his good senior brother's father.

The two are like two completely different styles.

"Haha, no need for formalities. You are not only deeply trusted by His Majesty, but also my son's junior brother. These small favors are nothing to mention."

"Not to mention, providing shelter for those who are stranded due to accidents is a duty that a nobleman should fulfill."

"By the way, I heard that Blackthorn Territory is under siege. Are you going to go and provide assistance with Lady Flam?"

Roland nodded: "That's right. Although Director Kefas and the Royal Guard of the capital have arrived ahead of us, you can never have too much support, can you?"

"That's true, then I won't keep you any longer."

"It's a pity you arrived a little late, otherwise you could have set off with the reinforcements we sent."

After exchanging pleasantries, Roland left the Marquis's mansion.

Although Aslan territory was not attacked, the atmosphere in the city inevitably became tense.

After all, the sheer scale of the army's departure in the afternoon made it difficult for ordinary civilians to remain calm.

Cellina, who had been waiting at the door, said when Roland came out, "Ms. Flam has taken Kalia to buy some necessary supplies. She told us to go to the square in the city after we've finished."

"Also... were you carrying this with you when you were talking to the Marquis just now?"

Cellina looked at the gauntlet that Roland was carrying on his back, somewhat speechless: "You care about this thing that much?"

"What should I do? If this thing could fit in a storage ring, I would have put it there already!"

"Not to mention the storage ring, this thing can't even be sealed with a sealing scroll, so we can only carry it like this."

Roland took it off his back and tossed it in his hand, saying, "I hope this thing won't disappoint me."

"I've carried it all the way here, and I hope it'll be enough for me to forge a piece of armor when I get back to the capital."

Just as Roland finished speaking, it was as if he heard a faint, indistinct murmur.

"Celinina, can you hear me?"

"What did you hear?" Cherlinina became alert, her hand silently resting on the hilts of the twin swords hidden beneath her cloak.

Is someone talking?

"Huh? No?"

Cellina then stepped in front of Roland; "Did you discover something?"

"No... it's like something is talking in my ear."

Roland shook his head; his recent babbling seemed to be just plain babbling.

Similar to Kalia's sleep talking.

Roland didn't sense any bewitching intent, and the spell countermeasures on his body didn't work.

But those babbling murmurs seemed to be getting clearer and clearer...

Cellina looked at Roland, whose expression was somewhat strange: "What did you hear?"

"I heard it... um... I don't really want to say it out loud."

Roland looked embarrassed, then glanced at the gauntlet in his hand.

The first time, he thought of throwing it into a roadside trash can.

If it weren't for concerns about environmental hygiene and ecological safety, Roland would really have wanted to do that.

Because the content of those babbling murmurs was really...

"I am the Demon King! I am the Demon King! Let me out! Hey hey hey, I am the Demon King! Hey hey hey! Let me out, and I'll appoint you as the chief instructor of the eight million Demon King's army!"

(End of this chapter)