Honkai Summoning.

"What?" Su Mo looked at Tranton.

“Isn’t this a bit too much? Look at them, they practically have ‘I’m dangerous’ written all over their faces,” Tranton said.

"Hmm, isn't this better?"

Su Mo said, pointing to the transmigrators who had transformed from green teenagers into iron-blooded mercenaries after a month of training, dressed in all black, "Young Master, don't you think it would be super cool to take them out?"

Once these people return to Earth and to the cities, the men will be kings of soldiers, and the women will be queen soldiers. Everyone will become a legend—dodging bullets with their bare hands, tearing apart airplanes with their bare hands. Well, tearing apart airplanes is a bit of an exaggeration, but demolishing a bungalow will be no problem for them.

"They're too conspicuous! If they go into the capital, they'll definitely be surrounded by stares." These demons are indeed very cool, and after a month of special training, they've become super soldiers, but their powerful aura is just too conspicuous.

Compared to Tranton's unease, Su Mo remained calm as always: "Young Master, what's wrong with being conspicuous? You are a Marquis. According to imperial law, your manor can have a guard of thirty men. There are only ten men now, only one-third, which is perfectly reasonable."

“I’m afraid of being noticed,” Tranton said irritably.

"Don't you think you'll be noticed if you don't bring them?" Su Mo said. "Besides, this is exactly the effect I want."

"What do you mean?"

It wasn't Transon who spoke, but Charles.

"He means that he's laid his cards on the table..." Tranton could already understand the way this devilish butler operated.

“Yes, I’m laying my cards on the table, young master. It’s been so long, it’s time to end this,” Su Mo said.

Tranton stared intently at his devilish butler and said, "You can't wait any longer, can you?"

"Young Master..."

For once, Su Mo didn't have that slightly mocking smile on his face. He looked at Tranton with a serious expression, and there was no teasing look in his eyes as usual.

However, Tranton and his own devilish butler looked at him with that same hateful gaze that used to make people grit their teeth.

The reason is simple: Su Mo's gaze is so indifferent now, as if he were looking at a tiny, insignificant object.

This is a form of disregard, indifference.

“Remember this, I’m really not interested in your soul.” Fortunately, that utter indifference was only fleeting. Su Mo continued, “It’s not good for you to be so narcissistic. Although you have a handsome face… as for your personality, no, it doesn’t matter, just continue to be as narcissistic as ever. Being cute is justice.”

"..."

Charles looked at Tranton with sympathy.

She found herself living in paradise; her butler was perfect, especially compared to Tranton's butler.

Sebastian, this isn't a demon butler, he's practically an angel.

The comparison is the source of all suffering. Compared to Sebastian, the perfect butler who was beautiful, reliable, and never made sarcastic remarks about his master, Tranton felt increasingly like he was living in misery.

Sometimes Tranton felt that it would have been better to complete the contract sooner.

But when Su Mo actually spoke, indicating that he wanted to end all of this as soon as possible and complete the contract, an uncontrollable fear still crept into Tranton's heart.

After a moment of silence, Tranton looked at the low hills in the distance and said in a somewhat ethereal tone, "If you can fulfill my wish, I don't mind taking your soul."

"Trust me, young master, I'm a man who keeps his promises—after all, I can't fucking disobey them!" The first half of Su Mo's statement was that of an honest and reliable young man, but in an instant, his expression changed, leaving Xia Er stunned and involuntarily moving a little further away from Su Mo.

This butler is very good-looking and handsome, but he's really acting a bit strange!

Therefore, the gaze directed at Tranton became increasingly sympathetic.

And so, under Xia Er's sympathetic gaze, Su Mo and his group entered the capital openly and legitimately.

Just as Charles said, the aura emanating from the ten trained demons behind them was far too exaggerated, causing countless people along the way to turn their attention to Tranton.

Tranton was already a "celebrity" in the capital. Even if you had never met him, you had heard the "tragic" or "legendary" stories of this young master.

After disappearing once again, he reappeared in the capital, bringing with him a group of people who didn't look like ordinary people, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

This strange, scrutinizing gaze didn't disappear until they entered the Worbus Manor.

There are no telescopes in this world, and the size of Worbus Manor is enough to keep out any malicious spying.

After Tranton left, the Liz family also left the capital, but returned a day earlier to prepare everything so that Tranton could move in immediately.

After settling the transmigrators in, Tranton and Su Mo didn't linger and headed straight for the basement.

According to Wilbur, there is a hidden room inside, which may hold a secret that Tranton's father has not told anyone.

Finding the secret room was no easy task. After Su Mo smashed through three of the walls, the two finally discovered the secret room, which was less than four meters long and wide and only two meters high.

The dark room was decorated like an ordinary study, with a table and chair, but it smelled musty because it hadn't been used for a long time, which made Tranton sneeze several times.

"So you can smash a wall with one punch too." Tranton didn't rush in, but took a few steps back to wait for the smell to dissipate before turning to Su Mo and saying.

“It’s always possible, but it hurts too much. Nobody likes to do that kind of thing with their own fists, oh, except for Arno,” Su Mo said.

In fact, having arrived in this world, without the suppression of the so-called "Dharma-ending Age," Su Mo's physical strength, which had remained unchanged for a long time, began to rise, increasing somewhat compared to before.

However, it's still just a human body structure, and its growth is relatively limited. It hasn't reached the level of a humanoid Gundam, where smashing through walls is as easy as eating and drinking. After Su Mo's fist made intimate contact with the wall, it would still turn red and hurt.

Therefore, Su Mo has always avoided doing such things himself.

What's the biggest difference between humans and machines? Humans use tools! Demolishing walls and houses requires hands, so what's the point of excavators? To be used as weapons of war?

Su Mo had no idea that in some faraway place, there really was a bored yet incredibly powerful goofball who sold excavators as war machines to two opposing forces, ripping them off to the point of near-death.

After waiting for a while, until the musty smell in the dark room had dissipated, Tranton stopped waiting, sat down in a chair, and opened a thick black book on the table to read.

"A diary?"

Flipping through the book, he saw familiar handwriting and the date. Tranton glanced down at the sentence and eagerly continued reading.

Five minutes passed, then ten minutes passed.

"Young Master..."

Su Mo spoke from behind Tranton.

"what!"

Tranton shuddered, let out a startled cry, and slammed the book shut as if waking from a dream.

"What's wrong, young master? What did they say inside?" Su Mo asked. "Did they mention who the collaborator is, and what about that angel?"

Tranton flared his nostrils, his chest heaving noticeably, grabbed the thick notebook, and slammed it hard on the ground: "You son of a bitch! Burn this thing! Burn it!"

Without waiting for Su Mo's reaction, she stormed out of the basement in a rage.

To be honest, this was only the second time in a long time that Su Mo had seen Tranton so out of control. The first time was naturally the day he was summoned. His exaggerated laughter and monologue once made Su Mo think he was a hopeless chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

"What could be so exciting to him?"

Su Mo squatted down, picked up the book, and began to read it.

After a while, Su Mo put on a smile that all men understand, "Your image has completely collapsed, Marquis Wobbs."

The contents of this book are indeed the diary of Old Man Tranton, the former Marquis of Worbus... but there is not a single proper entry. It is entirely about the Marquis of Worbus's womanizing stories from his youth to his marriage and the days before his death.

This is a diary of a rich, handsome, and charming man's womanizing ways.

Some of the content, particularly the scenes of him engaging in deep, intimate interactions with those girls, was described in great detail. No wonder Tranton couldn't help but read it for so long before finally waking up from his reverie and storming out in a rage.

Tranton approached the document with a solemn attitude of seeking the truth and identifying the mastermind behind it all, but in the end, he saw these contents.

Even more tragic than "I've already taken my pants off and this is what you show me!" is "I wasn't even planning to take my pants off and you actually show me this!"

Su Mo casually tossed the notebook aside, too lazy to bother with it anymore.

Perhaps the former Marquis of Walbus was simply using this method to conceal something, and if viewed using special methods, extremely important information could be found within it.

But what's the point?

Since returning to the capital, the Wobs family has been on the offensive for so long, eliminating so many people; it's time for them to take the initiative.

Having played the role of "warrior" for so long, it's time to switch to "demon king".

What is a Demon King? He is a character who sits obediently in his castle, waiting for warriors to come and challenge him.

Now, Su Mo has led a group of ferocious demons back to the capital. He doesn't believe that the person who is controlling everything behind the scenes won't react.

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Hunting Ground

Su Mo's current actions are tantamount to throwing the matter directly onto the table, telling the enemy hiding in the shadows: I have many demons here, are you interested?

If you're interested, come to Worbus Estate; all my wealth is there!

Thus began the glorious Age of Exploration—no, the Age of Demons. Unless the mastermind behind it all truly had no interest in demons, he would definitely take action.

I can't find you, and I don't intend to. I'll take out something that interests you and wait for you to come to me.

Sometimes, changing your perspective can make things much easier to solve.

Who says revenge has to involve going after your enemy?

Letting your enemies come after you is also a method.

Throughout history, many examples have shown us that the masterminds and enemies hiding behind the scenes are often a group of rather restless people. If they had just stayed at home and behaved themselves, they would have been fine.

He just had to rush out and cause trouble, and in the end, he got himself killed.

A famous example of this is Voldemort from a certain novel, whose name he can't even mention, yet is constantly on the protagonist's lips.

This guy is a classic example of someone who ruined himself. He believed a crazy old woman's prophecy and successfully created an opponent for himself. Then, every year he would go to the school to give that opponent experience points, finally leveling him up to the maximum level, thus killing himself. He successfully accomplished everything the Great Demon King wanted to do, fulfilling his duties diligently and loving the Party and the country.

He was awarded the "Lifetime Achievement Award for Not Doing Anything That Would Make You Die".

In Su Mo's view, the mastermind behind the scenes would also have the same attributes. Tranton's actions after returning to the capital had made him restless, and he even sent out a creature like the Angel Embryo.

In addition, now that he has returned in a high-profile manner with a group of demons, if that guy can really remain calm and watch the world go by, Su Mo will... wait a while longer. Anyway, that little loli Ciel is impatient and very interested in the "truth behind it all," and will urge Sebastian to investigate.

Su Mo only needs to sit at home and wait for the enemy to come to them.

"Revenge, it's that simple," said Su Mo, a self-proclaimed non-professional revenge master.

However, to Su Mo's surprise, what he first encountered was not a probing attack from the mastermind behind the scenes or a more direct offensive.

"Sebastian, this can't go on."

Trent stood on the balcony, looking at the crowd gathered outside the manor, and said with a frown.

Three days have passed since they returned to the capital.

These three days were anything but peaceful; the group of people who appeared outside the manor every morning gave Tranton a real headache.

"I said I'd kill you, but you wouldn't agree," Su Mo said lazily, leaning against the railing.