Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

In response, Batum patiently shouted to the old troll, "They are going to Troll Ridge to defeat the Troll Lord! The boy Har who came with you to the Demon King's City is in there!"

When the old troll heard Batum's answer, his cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. He trembled slightly and even clenched the cane in his hand. He paced a few steps in the direction of the Demon King's army and cheered in a trembling voice: "Good... Good go... Kill that Demon King..."

At this moment, as if sensing something, Hal, who was carrying a battle axe and marching with the army, slowed down his pace and looked back at the Demon King's City.

The red-skinned troll Lando who was following behind him jokingly said, "Why, brother, you're already homesick after just leaving the Demon King's City?"

Hal immediately shook his head, then retracted his gaze, raised the battle axe on his shoulder, and whispered firmly, "No, I just thought of something."

At the same time, at the gate of the Demon King's Castle, the two princes and Warden Sophia stood at the door.

Prince Romani looked at the brand new Demon King's Army and revealed a look of amazement: "It really surprised others that Margaret actually has the talent to command the army? During these years of house arrest, she was able to train the Demon King's Army to this level."

Warden Sophia on the side chuckled, shook her head and said: "That's not the case. In fact, a few months ago, the Demon King's army was still as disorganized as before~"

"A few months ago?" Romani frowned. "You mean it only took a few months for the Demon King's army to become what it is now?"

"Yes."

“…How did you do that?”

"You may have to ask His Excellency Wang Fu about this. The planning of the military reform was completed by His Excellency Wang Fu. Of course, His Excellency Wang Fu has already gone to war with Lord Demon King. Your Highness may need to wait for a while."

Sophia smiled at Romani, which made him look quite doubtful. Is it true... is this human prince named Ains so capable?

He has now heard that this guy handled internal affairs, designed the current official system, and also invented starch, promoting the food industry to produce many new foods.

He also proposed a number of business strategies and established a new department, the Market Supervision Bureau. As if that wasn’t enough, he was now told that he was also directly involved in promoting military reforms…

Politics, business, people's livelihood, military, this human being has mastered them all! ? What kind of all-rounder is this? Is there anything he can't do?

"Is this true? Is there anything that this Wang Fu cannot do?"

"...Hehe~ Who knows~"

"of course not!"

Just as Sophia was smiling and pretending to be sophisticated, a delicate shout came from behind the crowd, and the banshee priestess Cassia came over with Lamia.

Lamia held her head high, and walked over proudly like a goose, smiling as she walked: "Mr. Irons is a great messenger of God, his wisdom and power are infinite! There is nothing he can't do!"

"..."

Romani looked at Lamia, somewhat surprised by the aura she exuded at the moment. This... a ninth-level expert, and an unconventional ninth-level...

He remembered that when he was under house arrest, this banshee was just a nun following Priest Claudia. He didn't expect that after he was released, this woman had become an unconventional ninth-level expert...

However, that neuroticism has indeed not changed.

But what about the messenger of God that this woman was talking about?

Romani looked at Warden Sofia again, wanting to understand what was going on.

In this regard, Sophia spread her hands helplessly and said: "I don't know either, but... I heard that the Banshee Clan is very supportive of Ains now, it seems that he solved a big problem in their cult. As for the messenger..."

In response to this, Garcia moved his snake belly to the two princes and said, "I'm sorry, Lamia has been a little too excited recently... and is talking nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, Garcia! If Mr. Irons is not a messenger of God, how could he know so many secrets of the stars? We can lie to others, but we can't lie to ourselves!"

Lamia refuted Garcia confidently, and then moved closer to Garcia, muttering with a hint of cunning: "Besides...Mr. Ains is the Lord of God.

We, the Banshee clan, have to show some respect, right? You say... can we discuss with the Demon King and ask Mr. Irons to get closer to us...

If he doesn't want to come, we can go there, right? I thought, since you, Cassia, are in charge of the temple, I can go to the Demon King's Castle~"

After listening to Lamia's words, Cassia's face darkened. If she hadn't been blindfolded, her eyes would have been almost murderous.

Cassia has been very clear about Lamia's little thoughts during this period. It is obvious that she is trying to steal the Demon King's girl and seduce Ains!

"Lamia, don't think I don't know what you're up to... Ains is the Demon King's fiancé, can you just get close to him?"

"Oh, this... this can be discussed, the Demon King has limited energy, right? Besides, there is no rule that a husband can only have one wife, the Demon King..."

"That's a good strategy. You can say this in front of the Demon King."

In response to Lamia's bold remarks, Garcia could only show a polite but awkward smile. In response, Lamia curled her lips and snorted: "Tsk, what can't be said...

I will go talk to Margaret when she comes back! I don't believe that my natural beauty can't make the God's envoy fall in love with me. The devil can control me, so how can she control who the God's envoy likes? "

Hearing this, Garcia sighed helplessly, but deep down, she was a little envious of Lamia's boldness in pursuing love...

Although the two women's conversation was not loud, they did not hide anything and were heard clearly by the two princes.

In response, the two princes stood up on the subway with the same expression.

What the hell is going on? Is the circle around Ains so chaotic?

At the same time, this also made Romani even more surprised. This human king not only took charge of politics and military affairs, but even got involved in religious matters. Where did this all-rounder come from?

Moreover... such a person was actually brought to the Demon Realm by Margaret. How could the human world not make use of such a talent? Did those humans eat their meals for nothing?

Warden Sophia listened to the conversation between the two demon women and said with a gloomy face: "Ms. Lamia, I will treat this kind of private talk as a joke. If you really dare to do this, I will immediately collude with you without the Lord Demon taking action."

"Wow~ I'm so scared~"

Lamia curled her lips and smiled, not seeming to be panicked at all. The reason why she was not panicked was that her own strength was there. After sublimation, she had already surpassed the conventional ninth level. She was not afraid of an ordinary ninth-level powerhouse like Sophia.

She is not afraid even if two ordinary ninth-level warriors attack her together.

Seeing that there seemed to be some sparks of conflict between the banshee and the Demon King, Prince Laura sighed helplessly. The Demon King had just left and you started fighting right after. She didn't dare to imagine what would happen later.

How could Margaret ask Sophia and the witch to keep an eye on her as the prince? She was clearly asking her as the prince to keep an eye on the two sides and prevent any trouble!

"Alright, Lord Warden, two priests, now that Lord Demon King is gone, the Demon King's City is in our hands, and we have a lot to do.

I advise you to quickly return to the positions that the Demon Lord has left for you and do your job well. If something goes wrong, you will have to face the Demon Lord's wrath."

After hearing this, the two banshees and the jailer wisely restrained their emotions and left the city gate one after another.

The two princes stayed on the city gate, looking at the Demon King's army in the distance, in silence to each other.

After a long time, Laura asked Romani calmly: "Brother, what do you think of Margaret's apology?"

"What do I think?" Romani's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "I accept it, but it doesn't mean I forgive it. I don't want to have a bad relationship with her, but Margaret owes us that."

"Me too..." Laura lowered her eyes and nodded, then asked again: "If Margaret really gives us freedom, what are you going to do?"

"What are you planning to do... Of course I'm going to continue to be a commander in the army... I can't possibly go and get involved in internal affairs, right? I'm not good at that, and I can't think of anything else I can do..."

As he spoke, Romani glanced at the current appearance of the Demon King's City with a hint of emotion, and muttered: "I haven't stood here for decades. The residential area of ​​the Demon King's City seems to have grown a little bit..."

"Yeah... He's grown bigger, and... he's a little different than before... Brother, I don't want to get involved in the Demon King's Castle anymore."

"Hmm? Are you planning to leave the Demon King's Castle?"

"Not really... I just want to get rid of my identity as a prince and try to do something I really want to do."

Romani raised his eyebrows, thinking of Laura's hobby of making clothes when she was under house arrest, and muttered, "Be a tailor?"

"It's not impossible~"

"Haha, the daughter of the devil lowered herself to become a tailor. Who would believe it if I told them that?"

Romani laughed out loud, and Laura couldn't help laughing, but she still said seriously: "I really miss it."

"Ah~ Don't tell me, I am also quite tempted by your suggestion."

"You want to be a tailor too?"

"No, no, I can't be a tailor. I don't know how to weave clothes... I think it's a good idea to get rid of my status as a prince and do something I like.

It’s just a pity... I still don’t know what I can do after I get rid of my identity as a prince..."

Laura couldn't help but tease: "Be a fool who indulges in fantasy stories all day long, holding a wooden stick as a peerless sword and fighting wits and courage with the air~"

Hearing this, Romani's face immediately turned red with shame. He immediately retorted: "I did that when I was bored! I don't stay at home anymore! I don't do this kind of thing anymore!"

"Oh? Really? Then can you tell me... why did you take the wooden stick from your bedroom with you when you went to work? Your original sword has been sent back to you."

Hearing this, Romani's expression froze. After a long silence, he uttered only one sentence: "Humph, woman, you just don't understand."

After saying that, Romani turned around gracefully, leaving behind a back that he thought was handsome, and walked down the city gate.

Laura looked at Romani's expression and movements, which were once again like he was possessed by a spirit of drama, and immediately realized that this guy was still immersed in his fantasies and couldn't extricate himself.

So, she rolled her eyes and muttered, "...Heh~ man."

Chapter 173

Junjie

"There is an old saying in the Berman Empire, which goes... He who knows the current situation is a hero. Mr. Chris, I advise you to cooperate with us. We will not treat you unfairly."

In the Doron military camp, Chris was taken by spies to Queen Catalina and was asked to share information.

Chris didn't dare to look up at Katarina in front of him. He could only swallow and ask, "You need me, what should I say?"

Katarina walked to the map, looked at the Troll Ridge that the army had to pass through on the marching route, and asked, "I saw that Troll Ridge was highlighted on your map. What is this place?"

"Troll Ridge... It is the first supply point for us spies on the way to the Demon King's City. It is also the closest demon gathering place to the Great Rift Valley."

Since he was not asking about his own country's affairs, Chris did not intend to hide it. He had also realized in the military camp these days that Queen Katarina was planning to attack the Demon King's Castle.

To be honest, for a moment, Chris felt that Queen Katarina was becoming a kind of duality between god and ghost in his heart.

On the one hand, the army under the empress was extremely elite, and it was obvious that she had good military management. On the other hand... she was so stupid as to lead her troops deep into the Demon Realm to attack the Demon King's City...

After just a moment's thought, Chris decided to tell everyone what he knew about the Demon Realm.

After all, since the queen wants to go to war, it would be better for her to know more about her opponent since she is in the barracks.

Although it is dangerous to follow this queen, it is much better than being left alone in the Demon Realm. Moreover, by doing this, I can weaken the power of the Demon Realm in disguise, and I am using someone else's hands.

"Currently, the manager of Troll Ridge is the Troll Lord among the thirteen Demon Lords. Although he is relatively weak among the thirteen Demon Lords, he is still at the eighth level..."

As he spoke, Chris took a look at Katarina and the generals around her. These people were generally only at level eight, and Katarina was only at level seven.

With such a strong team, they went to fight against the Demon King's Castle...

"Excuse me, Queen Duolun, with the current combat power of your army, it is really not worth it to conquer Troll Ridge..."

Chris began to advise Katarina, and this was a very emotionally intelligent statement. In fact, in his opinion, coming to the Demon Realm to fight the demons was the stupidest move.

However, Catalina only gave Chris an unfathomable look at his suggestion, and then said: "Mr. Chris, please recognize your identity as a prisoner first."

Hearing this, Chris immediately shut up and said no more.

After that, after some thought, Katarina asked again, "Mr. Chris, what is the status of the troll demon king in the demon realm?"

"Status... um, as one of the thirteen demon lords, the status of the Troll Demon Lord in the Demon Realm is naturally not low, but his reputation is not very good..."

"Oh? Why is it not good?"

"Hmm... He is cruel and tyrannical, enslaves monsters, is bloodthirsty and kills indiscriminately, and he particularly likes cannibalism..."

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers around him showed doubtful expressions and whispered quietly: "Aren't all demons like this?"

"..."

Hearing this, Chris was speechless and explained, "Generals, in fact, the demons are essentially no different from the elves and dwarves...

They all have wisdom and their own views on good and evil. Although some races are indeed more brutal by nature, they also have their own set of rules. The Troll Demon Lord is the most brutal among all the demons..."

……

"Quack quack!"

A group of crows stood on a huge rock, watching with their own eyes the moment below the rock, where a troll in chef's clothes was dismembering the corpse of a demon on the chopping board with a machete.

The chef troll chopped down with his knife, and a broken arm was torn off, and then fell to the ground not far away with a plop.

As if they had spotted an opportunity, several crows suddenly rushed down, snatched the broken arm from the ground, flew onto the boulder, and started to share it with other crows.

The troll chef who saw this scene became furious and picked up his machete and started cursing at the group of crows.

However, the crows could not understand the words of the troll chef at all. They were only concerned with eating the broken limbs in front of them. In their opinion, this was a treasure land where they could find food almost every moment.

In the past, if you wanted to find such a treasure land, you had to wait for these creatures running on the ground to interact with each other. This opportunity was hard to come by.

But in this place, the crows only needed to be quick to snatch food from the trolls, so there were countless crows circling in the sky above the camp.

Because there were so many crows, the trolls in the camp could hear the howling of crows almost every moment. However, the crows' cry did not disturb the interest of the owner of the camp at all.

Because the owner of this camp is even more noisy than the crows.