Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

These barbaric and foolish creatures would even devour souls, leaving only scraps behind, their eating manner crude and unsightly. Trodal despised them, and therefore refused to be assimilated into the madness that had deprived him of his sanity.

Wait a minute, the Mist of Wisdom was destroyed yesterday... That is to say, those low-level demons will engage in internecine warfare. These idiots should all have lost their minds, so there should be a lot of soul remains in that camp for healing!

Trodal's clever brain was quick to realize this, which cheered him up. He struggled and dragged his injured body towards the sawmill.

However, its steps soon became hesitant.

Wait a minute, someone with the power and the means to destroy the Mist of Wisdom... could this be done by a powerful human? Could humanity, divided and surrounded, have unknowingly developed to such a degree?

Thinking of this, Trodal frowned.

It thought it over again and again, and then chose to transform into a human form. From the appearance, it was exactly the same as a human.

As a cunning Demon Centurion, mimicry is naturally one of its specialties.

Losing a team of low-level demons is not a big sin, but losing the precious source of wisdom will make Trodal suffer.

The "Source of Wisdom" that can emit gray mist in the world is very precious to demons. It can block the sunlight and protect demons from walking freely in this world, so that demons will no longer fall into endless chaos and rage, thus having the possibility of further evolution.

Trodal heard from his general that under the protection of the Source of Wisdom, there are now two top-level demons who are no longer just demon lords.

They evolved into the kings of violent demons and cunning demons respectively - and next they were even ready to try to take steps towards becoming the demons' own gods.

Therefore, they would never allow the loss of a "source of wisdom" at such a juncture without explanation.

At the thought of facing the wrath of a king whom it had never touched before, Trodal felt fear and trembling deep in its soul, and its ferocious and sharp teeth even started to fight involuntarily.

Trodal had no desire to experience the wrath of a superior—be it a general, a lord, or a king.

Therefore, it believed that it must investigate what was going on so that it could use this information to offset its own dereliction of duty.

Compared with this incident, Nepirich who was foolishly trapped in the acid swamp by it, and those low-level demons who killed each other, suddenly became unimportant.

Therefore, Trodal didn't mind using their souls to heal his own injuries.

If the strong human at the lumberyard has left, I will directly absorb the souls of low-level demons to nourish my injuries, and then slowly look for him.

If the powerful human is still around, I'll pretend to be a survivor, slowly healing myself while waiting for an opportunity to figure out the secret of how he destroyed the source of wisdom...

Then, I can either escape or attack him by surprise and absorb the soul of this powerful man to strengthen myself.

After Trodal felt that he had made the double preparations, he continued to move towards the lumberyard in human form while thinking about the details.

Although Trodal's plan was perfect, he failed.

What appeared before the demon centurion was an empty logging site. There were neither any powerful human beings nor any demon souls or debris left. There was nothing left for Trodal.

The air was still filled with the smell of burning, as if mocking Trodal.

Could it be that humans can now even destroy the souls of demons?

Trodal was speechless.

033 Trodal's Plan

Faced with a completely unexpected situation, Trodal felt that he could no longer suppress the throbbing in his blood, and his forehead was throbbing.

It's too dangerous! A strong human can destroy the soul of a demon!

Trodal was quite certain that the ashes left in the burned sawmill were low-level demons.

Because from time to time it would also burn low-level demons for fun, listening to their painful wails and pleas for mercy - if it couldn't abuse these low-level demons at will, then what was the point of it working so hard to climb up and grow into a demon centurion?

Therefore, even if a low-level demon turned into ashes, Trodal could still recognize it.

Although Trodal has such a bad taste, the sawmill is now littered with ashes of burnt low-level demons, which seems a bit scary to Trodal.

To make matters worse, Trodal discovered that the soul fluctuations of these low-level demons were now completely imperceptible.

As a demon who was extremely sensitive to souls, Trodal was certain that these souls had completely disappeared.

Trodal, who originally wanted to devour these souls to repair his injuries, felt a sense of fear taking over his heart. For the first time, he felt that it was not a good thing to know everything too clearly.

This unknown fear made Trodal tense all over, and for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away.

No, calm down, Trodal. If you turn around and run away now, the consequences will not be good.

Trodal, you must figure out what's going on. You must figure out what methods humans are using!

You know, although this is a crisis, it certainly also means opportunities.

After calming down, Trodal changed his mindset and became happy instead of angry.

This is a great achievement.

Now humans have a way to deal with our demonic souls. This is incredible news!

Especially since no other demons know this yet.

Although Trodal sensed the danger deep in his soul, he was still optimistic and believed that he could use his wisdom to deal with the powerful human to protect himself.

Trodal believed that his achievement in figuring out this human technology or magic was enough to not only offset the sins of losing the island, destroying a source of wisdom, and losing two battalions, but he even had hope of promotion.

And if you do your job well, you might even win the favor of the general or even the lord, and lay a good foundation for your future advancement.

Despite constantly making false promises, the Demon Centurion Trodal finally regained his composure. He observed carefully and finally discovered two sets of footprints heading into the forest.

Faced with a powerful human who could destroy the source of wisdom and eliminate the demon soul - obviously he overestimated Russell - Trodal naturally did not dare to confront him head-on.

There's not one strong man, but two. I'll use a little trick to gain their trust.

Trodal followed the road through the woods and soon arrived near the church.

Then it was startled because it saw two figures walking out of the mist.

The fear comes from the cause. Since Trodal has no idea how the "human strongman" destroyed the "source of wisdom" and the soul, when he met the strongman he imagined in his mind, Trodal felt uncontrollable panic in his heart and subconsciously hid in the church.

What frightened Trodal even more was that the woman was fine, but the soul strength of the male human was so high that it was beyond his imagination.

No! That's not right! Trodal! You have to cheer up! You must have been discovered by that powerful person! You can't escape! Use your intelligence and think of a solution!

The flustered Trodal tried hard to cheer himself up.

Then it realized something: "Oh, no, I've seen that man before. Didn't I suck his soul clean and kill him? Could it be that some powerful outsider has taken possession of his body?"

In a sense, Trodal guessed the truth.

The demon centurion gritted his teeth and said: No matter what, this strong man must have no memory of this body's past!

Trodal was very confident in his elegant soul-sucking eating style.

And that woman, that woman's soul was absorbed by Nepirich after they attacked the island. Even if Nepirich was careless and she left behind some memories, she definitely didn't know the situation outside the island!

Then, almost instantly, Trodal had an idea and cleverly thought of a way to take the risk and pretend to be the young man's butler.

Even the strongest need people to handle their chores. Is it shameful for me, the Demon Centurion Trodal, to serve as a servant to such a strong man? Obviously not!

Maybe if I continue to interact with the strong for a long time, I can find the way to advancement on my own!

Trodal is an optimistic devil.

Trodal, who had finally completed his mental preparation, noticed that the young man and woman were approaching the church, and began a series of performances.

"No, Master will be fine. This is just the armor he took off... Cheer up. As the butler, you must, you must find Master back."

At the end of the performance, it gritted its teeth and said that it showed more respect than to its own demon general, and seriously played the role of a loyal servant.

Hard work pays off. After this performance, Trodal finally heard the footsteps of two people walking into the abandoned church without concealing their steps.

This is where you should show your alertness. Strong people also like their subordinates to be capable and sensible.

"Who, who is it?" Trodal, who had taken on the role of butler, heard footsteps and shouted sternly.

Trodal immediately drew his sword, his eyes sharp. His meticulous stance made him look invulnerable.

Although it is a cunning demon, it is still very powerful, so it can imitate human masters very well.

The meticulous old butler looked like an angry lion, staring fiercely at the church door, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

Margaret, who knew what was going on, could naturally see that the old butler was a skilled swordsman, and that kind of aura of a strong man was not something that everyone could fake.

Therefore, Margaret whispered to Russell: "Your steward is definitely a good swordsman, my lord."

Russell just felt that the timing of his butler's appearance was a bit too coincidental, and for the time being he did not have too much suspicion.

So Russell nodded slightly to show that he understood.

Russell verbally warned: "I understand, but don't take it lightly."

Margaret also nodded gently. She hugged Russell's arms with both hands, pressed Russell's arms tightly against her chest, and then put on a sweet smile on her face. Like a girl in love, she walked into the abandoned church with Russell.

Heaps of discarded armor lay in the shadow of the church.

Also standing in the shadows is the shrewd and capable butler.

The butler narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people who walked in from the gray sky. He hunched his body like a lion ready to hunt at any time.

The butler's nervousness was not pretended at all. When Trodal faced a powerful man whose background he had no idea about, he was very afraid that the powerful man would burn him to ashes without leaving even his soul.

The morning light weakly penetrated the morning mist, sprinkled on the ground, and cast two long shadows on the church floor.

Two shadows stepped over the abandoned statue of the saint and slowly walked towards the shadows.

The owners of this pair of shadows belong to a young couple who seem to be in love.

The bright smile on the woman's face could dispel the gray fog in the sky, as if the weather had completely cleared up, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold morning.

Despite this, the meticulous butler was still trembling slightly, trying hard to pretend his fear was excitement.

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Author's words: Thanks to readers 1655558171 and Tuan Baozi for the coins

034 First Contact

That's when your turn comes, Trodal.

The butler's attitude immediately relaxed when he saw Russell walk into the church.

His tense expression relaxed, and the tense atmosphere immediately dissipated.

The butler was startled at first, then he smiled, a smile of great relief: "Master, as expected, you are safe and sound! That's great, that's great! I saw from afar on the boat that the fog on the island had thinned, and I thought you must have succeeded, so I rowed the boat to the island to find you."

Despite saying this, Trodal felt somewhat panicked.

What's his name? What should he be called? What kind of butler doesn't know his master's name? I won't reveal my flaws, will I?

Trodal realized that he had not thought it through enough, and thought anxiously.

It felt that it was still affected by the dissipation of the fog of wisdom on the island, and the fabricated identity was a bit exaggerated.

What Trodal didn't know was that Russell had a similar embarrassment.

Uh, what should I call my butler? What young master doesn't know his butler's name? If I just say I have amnesia, won't that give it away?

Fortunately, Margaret gave a way out at this time. She hugged Russell's arm affectionately and said with a smile: "Russell, won't you introduce us?"

Oh, that’s great, it turns out that “my young master” is called Russell.

Trodal breathed a sigh of relief.

Trodal managed to escape, and Russell also had his own way: "Butler, this is my lover and comrade, Margaret Wallhausen; come, introduce yourself to her."

Trodal found that he was too happy too early, and he immediately became nervous again.

Are you kidding me? I'm waiting for your introduction too! How would I know your housekeeper's name?

Oh no, this is going to be a rip-off, right? No, let's just bet that "Master Russell" has lost his memory!

"Nice to meet you, Miss Walhausen. I'm Roald, Master Russell's butler." Trodal gave himself a pseudonym.

"I'm glad to meet you too, Butler Roald." Margaret smiled.

Russell also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Great, it turns out my butler is called Roald.

A relaxed smile appeared on Russell's face.

Trodal, who had been watching Russell's expression closely, was ready to transform into his original form and flap his wings to escape. When Russell smiled with relief, Trodal finally felt relieved.

Okay, I've passed this level! I'm so smart! It looks like "Master Russell" has lost his memory!

Trodal, who had relaxed, also showed a sincere smile on his face.

Russell, who was also observing his "Roald Butler"'s words and expressions, also breathed a sigh of relief.