Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

The fact that Richter and Jung came over was most likely the idea of ​​that old fox Hernot.

Alphonse avoids women who don't fit his aesthetic standards.

Can you imagine a woman who looks more like a man and is several heads taller than you flirting with you?

That's the situation now.

This made Sera laugh uncontrollably; Rishi and Jung were both considered beauties among the demons.

The Oni race is a race that was transformed from humans after being baptized by the Demon race.

However, over the course of a thousand years, their aesthetic sense has undergone a distorted transformation.

When Richie and Jung walked down the street, they attracted many admiring glances from people of different races.

In the underground world of the City of Peace and Joy, tall and strong women are more likely to be favored.

On the contrary, women with slender figures like Sera and Vitina are not popular.

However, most of Rishi and Jung's admirers were Oni and Grey Dwarves, while Two-Headed Trolls, Werewolves, Lizardmen, and others only liked females of their own race.

Although resources are scarce in the underground world, with even edible ferns being precious plants, mineral resources are quite abundant.

However, minerals cannot be traded with the outside world in this place, and the mines are controlled by the Demon God Cult.

The Grey Dwarves have not forgotten the craftsmanship of their dwarven ancestors; their smelting and forging techniques are still quite excellent, and all the equipment in the City of Peace is made by Grey Dwarf blacksmiths.

The powerful alien races among the two-headed trolls took on the responsibility of hunting to ensure the sustenance of the Demon God Cult.

The subterranean dwarves, a race with low combat strength, can only serve as farmers and miners. Those with a little combat talent who engage in combat are tasked with exploring ruins and dismantling traps and mechanisms.

They have a good talent for this kind of delicate work.

In the City of Peace and Joy, the most numerous people are the underground dwarves. Although they have short lifespans, living only fifty or sixty years, their reproductive capacity is the strongest, unmatched by any other race.

Alphonse spent those three days in great pleasure, indulging in tenderness to the fullest.

Sera was very obedient; she was willing to try anything as long as Alphonse liked it.

The only regret is that Alphonse's abilities are a bit too strong at this moment, and Sera alone is not enough to satisfy him.

The dark elves led by Sharibel arrived sooner than expected.

In just over three days, he had brought a large number of dark elves to the City of Peace.

Therefore, Hernot could only have a hasty welcoming ceremony held.

The news of the reconciliation with the Dark Church had already been released, and the return of the Dark Elves to the City of Peace was a good thing.

When his brother-in-law arrived, Alphonse naturally went to greet him.

Charibel was a lean, tall man, a head taller than Alphonse. Like Serra, he also had long, snow-white hair, styled in a slicked-back style, with all the hair falling behind his head.

What's most striking about him are his long, pointed ears.

This is enough to explain his lineage.

Half-elves like Mia have considerably shorter ears.

His face was quite stern and handsome, but his dark gray skin added to his gloomy appearance.

Dressed in a tight-fitting black hunting outfit with many pockets, and with a curved knife at his waist, he looked more like an assassin than a clergyman.

Judging from his appearance alone, who would have thought he would be the pope of the Dark Church?

As Alphonse approached with a smile to greet her and examined Charibel closely.

Charibell was also observing Alphonse. He had noticed something: the younger sister who was nestled next to Alphonse no longer wore a ponytail, but instead had braided her hair into a plait that hung down in front of her chest.

This is a symbol that she has transformed from a girl into a woman.

It is obvious that the sister's husband is this powerful human.

Instead of getting angry and displaying the authority of a brother-in-law, Charibell gave Alphonse a friendly smile.

He was happy that his sister had found a good home, but there was another reason, which still needed to be confirmed.

Charibel wanted to find a place to talk to Alphonse alone, but something else took the initiative.

The curved sword at his waist sprang up and hovered in the air.

"Oh my god! Who do I see here! Fuckbanks, you idiot, how could you be here! The smell of you is so disgusting, I almost threw up!"

His voice was sharp and his tone was extremely sarcastic and mean.

Needless to say, it is the divine scimitar that represents Ezizangeus, one of the seven virtues, namely "temperance".

Judging from its words alone, there was no restraint whatsoever, nor any semblance of a divine artifact; it was as if a commoner was shouting and cursing without restraint.

"Holy crap! You can vomit? Do you even have that function?" The Demon Sword Falbongus retorted without hesitation. "No matter how much you hate me, no matter how much you despise me, it doesn't change the fact that I beat you up!"

Alphonse was taken aback; he hadn't heard Falbunkus mention this before.

"Bullshit!" Erzangus roared rapidly. "What's wrong with you, you filthy wretch? Have you finally been abandoned by the King of Chaos? Hahaha, someone of your nature would actually abandon darkness for light? This is truly a rare sight, the biggest joke I've seen in a thousand years!"

"You ignorant and foolish idiot, how could I, Falbegcus, be abandoned? I have simply found a master more worthy of my loyalty."

"@#￥￥%@！#!"

"*&%……%￥%@￥.!"

Everyone was dumbfounded to see a divine weapon and a demonic weapon arguing and swearing at each other without any decorum.

Hernot's facial muscles twitched involuntarily.

The welcoming ceremony has turned into a complete farce!

Sharibel was extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't give orders to Erzangus, so he could only repeatedly dissuade him, "Lord Erzangus, please don't do this."

When Ezizangus suddenly encountered his enemy from a thousand years ago, he was beyond the sway of Sharibel's persuasion and recklessly launched a provocative attack.

Alphonse's situation was much smoother; he simply snapped, "Falbankus! Shut up!"

Falbone immediately fell silent, shrinking back and refusing to speak again.

"Shut up too!" Alphonse coldly stared at Ozizangeus, who was still babbling incessantly while suspended in mid-air.

It seems that the brother-in-law cannot fully control this divine weapon yet. In that case, Alphonse wouldn't mind helping him train this scimitar that spews so much foul language.

Alphonse was confident about this; an artifact that even a Hell Knight could deal with couldn't possibly be that powerful.

Erzangus swayed, stopped cursing, and landed.

But after a brief silence, he spoke again, "My lord, it was you who subdued Falbongus, wasn't it? If I'm not mistaken, you should be a saint of our Dark Church!"

He then turned to Sharibel, "There's no mistake, Sharibel, I sensed a strong dark power emanating from this lord!" (End of Chapter)