The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

However, they had only been inside the mansion for a short time.

Lenn then noticed that a gray-haired young man was already sitting in the living room, leisurely drinking coffee as if he were at home.

“Drois…”

"I can't help it," Lunn said with a hint of helplessness.

Having known each other for many years, Lenn was clearly used to Dolois's style.

This guy always pulls some weird and wonderful stuff whenever he appears.

For example, this time, Lunn saw a transparent glass jar on the table in his living room.

Inside, like a life support capsule, was sealed a black alien creature.

However, the creature was in some pain, as it was restrained and unable to move.

It seemed extremely angry and kept struggling, but unfortunately it was sealed tightly.

What tormented it most was that, despite being a forbidden creature destined to bring disaster to the city, it was now being soaked in an extremely disgusting, acidic liquid!

It has never suffered such humiliation since its birth!

"This thing is..."

Lenn pointed with disdain at the creature on the table, which was soaking in a strange liquid.

"I got you some local specialties from the Demon Realm as a souvenir."

Dekan turned around, placed his hand on the back of the sofa, looked at Lenn, and said with a smile.

"Old-fashioned pickled cabbage, the authentic flavor of the demon realm. When it's thoroughly pickled, we'll also cut a couple of slices for Irenos to take with us."

332 The Nine-Tier Film Set Directed by Dekan

half a month later.

The northern border of the Holy Kingdom is a desolate wasteland.

Snow and scorching flames intertwined and collided high in the sky, above which lay a vast expanse of dark, thick clouds.

The massive body of the Destruction Dragon flew through the ice and snow of the northern part of the Holy Kingdom. Its red and black body was wreathed in terrifying flames that could easily dispel the deadly cold of the Holy Kingdom's winter.

On the back of the Destruction Dragon stood three figures.

Looking down from the dragon, all that could be seen was a desolate wasteland, except for a single, icy river.

At the edge of the wilderness, however, lay a section of broken city wall covered in snow.

This place was originally a border city in the northern part of the Holy Kingdom, and the river outside the city was originally its moat.

It was the first to be conquered and destroyed when the war between the Demon Realm and the Holy Kingdom began.

As the situation later reversed, the Demon Realm army gradually withdrew its battle lines and abandoned this stronghold.

Now it has long since become history, a deserted, ruined city.

From a distance, the abandoned town looked dilapidated, covered with snow and broken bricks. Even the original checkpoints and city walls had mostly collapsed. Yet, even now, the snow could not completely cover the mottled, dried bloodstains on the buildings.

The three great demons rode on Irenos's Destruction Dragon at breakneck speed toward the agreed-upon meeting place with Lunen.

Two weeks earlier, Pusser had gone to the city of Crantes to complete negotiations with Lenn, in accordance with the First Army's plan.

Everything unfolded perfectly as Irenos had predicted.

Ultimately, Irenos and Lenne need to meet in this shattered town to finalize a "ceasefire pact" with a binding magical effect.

The naive Lenn may not yet know that at this moment, the seeds of despair have already been sown in the territory of Kran by Irenos.

Soon, it will take root and sprout, growing wildly beyond anyone's control.

When he was still thousands of meters away from the abandoned town, Irenos couldn't help but recall the scorched earth and sea of ​​corpses he had personally destroyed here. He sighed softly and said slowly:

“This place was once a work of art that I completed myself, but I was forced to give it up later. However, the retreat was only temporary, and soon the entire territory of Kran became my most outstanding work of art.”

"As expected of Lord Irenos."

Pusser praised sincerely, echoing Irenos.

"Oh? Pusser, after your trip to the human city, I feel like you've learned quite a bit of human etiquette."

Irenos turned around with slight surprise, then nodded in satisfaction.

"But you're not bad either. The position of commander of the Ninth Army Group is rightfully yours."

Since Pusser returned from the negotiations, he, as the chief of staff, seemed to have become a bit more tactful.

"Thank you."

Pusser bowed behind Irenos, his eyes narrowing as he smiled.

On the other hand, Olive, standing on the other side, looked like she was "going to work just to get off work," with her arms crossed and not saying a word.

Just as Irenos was about to say something more, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes, and his expression changed slightly, becoming more serious than ever before!

Suddenly, the Destruction Dragon began to descend rapidly. Although Pusser and Olive both managed to stand firm, they both looked into the distance without prior agreement.

The descent of the Destruction Dragon was an order from Irenos, and his meaning was clear: the other two great demons could prepare to go down and await orders.

It will be dangerous if we go any further.

Even Pusser and Olive had rarely seen Irenos so wary.

In the direction of the shattered city, a figure slowly emerged from the city wall. The person lowered their head, like an ordinary nobleman revisiting a familiar place, and reached out to gently stroke the city wall that was engraved with bloody history.

It was as if he had suddenly appeared out of thin air—or perhaps he had always been there without using any invisibility spells, but he had a feeling of being one with the city, completely concealing all life.

Even a ninth-tier great demon like Irenos only realized it when he was thousands of planes away.

Upon closer inspection, the man had light brown hair with graying temples, wore the most simple and unadorned aristocratic attire of the Cranian tribe, and even had a lot of snowflakes on his body.

His eyes were gentle, and his whole demeanor was completely harmless, yet the demons who saw him at first glance felt only the urge to run away!

Because you'll notice the moment you look at him.

It was as if he were the only person in this vast white world!

The magical power emanating from him, seemingly reaching to the heavens, would make even demons wonder if he was truly human.

"monster……"

Even Olive couldn't help but become a little more serious.

It seems we'll have to get away from these town ruins later.

Compared to Irenos, who had fought against Lenn in his youth, and Pusser, who had met Lenn in the city of Krantes some time ago, this was the first time she had seen this human.

This time, her main task is to carry out supervisory duties. She doesn't need to be involved in the specific plans; she just needs to protect herself from a distance.

Olive, whose eyes betrayed her disgust and who had no interest in this sham peace talks, only wanted to end it all and go back as soon as possible.

Suddenly, I seemed to notice something further away.

In the open field a thousand meters behind Lenn, there was something that looked like a courtyard parasol.

There are chairs under the parasol in the courtyard.

A young man wearing small round black sunglasses was lying on the chair.

He had a pipe in his mouth, looking very arrogant, and was observing the approaching Destruction Dragon through binoculars.

Lenn's confidant, Chloeux, was standing beside the young man, seemingly protecting him.

The presence of this man in sunglasses was clearly out of place in this peace talk.

Olive frowned after noticing the strange fellow.

Suddenly, her eyes seemed to light up, and her cheeks flushed.

She placed her right hand on her chest, seemingly trying to suppress her heartbeat and keep the corners of her mouth from turning up.

The love was practically written all over his face.

Olive's reaction caused Dekan, who was sitting far away on the opposite side, to sit up straight in his chair, his brows furrowed.

"Seriously? You recognize me even though it's me?"

Even though this time Dekan completely maintained his human race, dyed his hair black with alchemical potions, and even disguised himself.

Now dressed in the attire of a high-ranking official of the Holy Kingdom, with a fake pipe in his mouth, he looks like an elegant nobleman, unlike any other disguise he has ever used before.

Olive clearly recognized him.

Dekan was puzzled.

How does this thing always recognize me so accurately?!

I really want to just kill her.

The problem is, if Olive is killed, who knows if the Demon King will go mad and fight the Holy Kingdom to the death at all costs? Then Dekan and his people, who need to ensure the survival rate of civilians this winter, will be in trouble.

However, it seems she has no intention of naming Doloice.

Olive gazed longingly in the direction of the dark-haired Dekan, as if wanting to get a little closer to him.

But she seemed to realize quickly that since Deloitte was here, he must have some ideas.

Olive's eyes became unusually docile, as if she would obediently do as Delois wished and then await his judgment.

Dekan looked away uncomfortably and put down his binoculars.

"What a crazy thing... but it doesn't make sense..."

He was still wondering why Olive was able to recognize him.

“Dekan, I mean, is it possible that your monstrous entrance style, if someone becomes your victim and survives, will leave a deep impression, especially since she survived two deaths at your hands?”

Chloeux hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.

Dekan: "..."

Dekan covered his chin and thought for a moment.

It seems that's true.

Chloeux always notices these key points.