Quick wear to greet His Royal Highness the Demon King

Chapter 584
However, even though Ronel couldn't remember anything, and even seldom went out of this ice field, he knew that people who were not of my race would have a different heart.

A ray of light flashed in Ronaldo's eyes.

He suddenly looked at Balk, and strange patterns appeared in his pupils.

"Balk, I am the prince of the blood clan, and I have lived here in seclusion for many years."

Balk met those treacherous eyes, his expression became dazed and dull.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

Ronel had to falsify part of Balk's old memory, making him forget that he asked him if there were any similar things before.

From then on, he is a "blood family".

Ronald had to be a little curious about this race, but he couldn't show it too obviously.

When Ronel knew that Balck had many enemies, his eyes lit up.

This is good!

Ronel had to express calmly that if he wanted to truly torture the enemy, he should not be killed, but should be made worse than death.

It was easy for Balke to listen to the words of the savior and blood powerhouse.

Just when Balk was thinking about how to make life worse for the guy who had pushed him into a desperate situation before, Ronel had to express appropriately that he had a way.

Balk immediately promised that when he caught his enemy, he would let Ronelle deal with it on his behalf.

Ronel got what he wanted and left contentedly.

Balk lay on the hospital bed and scratched his head, as if...

What doesn't look right...

Are the current owners all that good?Also help your servants deal with the enemy?
Balk was a little dazed.

Soon after, Ronald got the experimental body he needed as he wished.

Ignoring the fierce and malicious eyes of the "experimental subject", Ronel calmly pulled out the vampire's fangs, cut his nails, and drew a lot of blood, then calmly tied the vampire into crabs and threw it in the laboratory. in the corner.

A week later, Ronel had to look strangely at the fresh data.

He glanced at the vampire in the corner who wanted to shrink himself into a ball, and quickly looked away.

After seven days of torture, the blood race has completely lost the edges and corners when it first came, and has become more obedient than a cat with its claws cut.

Bloodlines:"……"

Although it's embarrassing, this guy is really terrifying, and he had no choice but to give in as he was strangled by the throat of fate.

There is no other way if you don't give in, this guy is already planning to start researching spiritual black magic!

Right now, he's just had his teeth pulled out and his nails clipped to draw blood, so why not use his soul for experiments when he studies spiritual black magic?
This is terrible, the blood race said, try to minimize the sense of existence, and it will last a day.

Unaware of his experimental subject's rich inner imagination, Ronel began to be in a daze while sitting in the armchair in the laboratory.

Well……

this is not……

A bad variation of blood-related dark magic from that magic notebook he had lost earlier?

No wonder it's somewhat familiar.

He had previously told Balk that he was a senior of the blood race, and in a sense, he was actually right.

Ronald: "..."

It's true...you meet everywhere in life.

After knowing this, Ronald, as a senior of the blood race, a noble prince, has no more psychological pressure.

Ronald was in a very happy mood.

The consequence of being in a happy mood is that the blood race of the experimental body who was lucky before was put into the new experiment faster.

Bloodlines:"……"

I want to cry, really.

If I knew that Balck had such a backer, I would never mess with him.

(End of this chapter)