Blessed by abundance, be a Terran curse

Without anyone they knew to accompany them, the only cat they could talk to was Kai, the cat they had lived with for more than half a century. However, this cat was also a taciturn person.

Muirseth, who is still a baby, is also very quiet. He just sleeps after drinking milk every day and has nothing to do at all.

Besides, Mr. Huang assigned all the work to his administrative team. Except for some secret tasks, Huafalin had nothing to do with the affairs of Utopia.

Warfarin and Ramaleen have different identities, which leads to different things they do every day. The former is originally a doctor.

In the original plot, doctors in Rhode Island had to take care of many things, basically handling both work and administration.

But no one in Utopia gets sick, and the golden tree has been transplanted to Utopia. There is no need for a medical department at all, not to mention that this is not a war period.

So apart from studying, there is nothing much to do with Warfarin.

But studying is always tiring, so I have Acao to relieve my boredom every day, and do something I like when I have nothing to do. Even if I have time, I can stay in the arms of my man.

Because in their opinion, even watching Acao work is a kind of enjoyment. After all, it is never boring to be with someone you like.

"By the way, Mr. Ducaret sent you a letter this morning. Please take a look at it."

While speaking, Kal'tsit silently pulled out her front toy, she could no longer bear it.

Huafalin opened the letter and found that it was actually an official document inviting her to become the Blood Demon Lord, and it was written by Dukare himself.

The meaning is roughly like this: I don't have time to be the Minister of Finance, and the position of the Blood Demon Lord urgently needs a trustworthy person to take it. I want to keep the wealth within the family, so I decided to choose you!

High emotional intelligence: Keep things within the family.

Low emotional intelligence: I have too much work to do and want to find someone to share it with.

At the same time, the Banshee Valley, which is far away from Utopia, also welcomed distinguished guests.

Theresa is here...

Lamaren could never have imagined that her best friend would come here, and it was about her man.

"Excuse me, has something happened to the Speaker? I haven't heard from him in a long time. He hasn't replied to my letter in three months..."

Ramalen looked at the pitiful prince and felt a headache.

It is normal for his best friend to be worried. After all, the last time His Highness was severely punished was half a year ago.

Generally speaking, His Highness comes once every six months.

But now half a year has passed, and there is still no news about the Speaker she has always dreamed of, and even her best friend is avoiding her.

So the devil immediately thought of a terrible possibility: the Speaker might have gotten tired of playing with her.

The moment this thought came to her mind, Theresa felt extremely panicked and even lost her appetite.

Lamaren, who had already become a wife, instantly realized that the prince had completely fallen both physically and mentally.

This is what being in love feels like.

Theresa came here not because of physical desire, but to pursue the panic in her heart.

On normal days, even if Mr. Huang couldn't meet Theresa, he would try his best to reply to her letters, about one a week.

In her daily life without the Speaker, Theresa actually relied on letters to get by.

Because from the words in the letter, she could truly feel the Speaker's care and concern for her.

But now I haven’t received any letters for three months. It’s hard not to wonder if something has gone wrong?

This emotion is called the worry of love.

But Lamaren couldn't say that Acao was now Casimir, even if he was using a pseudonym.

Because if she told it, Theresa would definitely try her best to find out the authenticity of the news.

This is not out of distrust, but rather out of genuine concern, and the desire to find out the truth regardless of whether it is true or not.

Although the current Demon King does not realize that his power has been hollowed out, his direct troops have always been in the hands of Tracys, including the reconnaissance troops.

The Sarkaz reconnaissance force's advance speed far exceeded ordinary people's imagination. His man made such a big noise in Casimir that it was impossible for others not to notice his abnormality.

If we find some clues...

As for other countries, it is even more impossible. Not being able to find anyone will make Theresa even more panicked.

"Your Highness, I actually don't know where the Speaker is right now. Maybe he's really busy. As the head of a country, the Speaker has to deal with as many things as a camel's hair every day. Maybe he's suddenly really busy."

"Are you really so busy that you don't even have time to reply to a letter?"

Theresa held up the hem of her clothes, her tone very pitiful.

Acao...Your Highness is so pitiful and lovely. You must be gentler when you stab him in the back in the future!

Ramalen was also very helpless and could only continue to comfort His Highness.

Theresa was worried, and she was actually very worried too, but she had been on business trips before, so she wasn't so panicked.

"Your Highness, if you're worried, just hug me."

Lamaren opened her warm and broad heart, wrapping the girl in front of her with very gentle maternal love.

Alas, Your Highness...

It’s so painful now, how will I live in the future?

Chapter 225 Hatred spreads like wildfire.

We should believe that Theresa is pink and tender, especially in her heart.

Ramalen is becoming more and more conflicted, but some people are becoming more and more adept at making trouble.

For example, the cluster of shapeshifters now has a face like Kal'tsit.

The shapeshifter split into countless girls that looked like Kal'tsit. With a face that all the Sarkaz hated, they used the authority and funds given by Ducare to unscrupulously purchase the most basic supplies in the market.

Of course, she didn't buy these things randomly. These things would be bought and sent to the military camp, but the person who bought them became the current "Kal'tsit".

In particular, "Kal'tsit" is wearing an exclusive token issued by the Demon King, which undoubtedly means that she is now the Demon King's person.

"A group of inferior races."

Kal'tsit, transformed into a shapeshifter, slandered the Sarkaz in front of her in a quiet tone.

The voice was not loud, but it was extremely insulting.

A Sarkaz who was responsible for providing supplies to the army instantly became angry.

The anger spread in the market like a flame. Before long, dozens of Sarkaz surrounded "Kal'tsit", and their number increased as time went on.

"What are you mumbling about, you stinky cat?"

"Of course I'm calling you a bastard! Yo, yo, yo, even though I was defeated, you didn't win much either."

In fact, the news that Kal'tsit was with Theresa had already been widely circulated among the people.

But everyone just trusted the Demon King, and the Demon King did not reveal himself openly, so everyone treated it as a joke and did not take it too seriously.

But now it’s different. The invaders are climbing over your head with official orders.

Can this be tolerated?

"What? You want to hit me? Don't you even look at what you are? Do you want to resist His Highness's will?"

Sure enough, as soon as the Transformers moved Theresa out, most of the Sarkaz that surrounded her dispersed instantly.

It is impossible to go against the Demon King. The suppressive power of this title on the lower class is much greater than that of the royal court.

Just like that, the shapeshifter, despite being stared at by many people who wanted to chop him into pieces, bought up all the food in the market.

"Unfortunately, this isn't enough. We have to do something ruthless."

The Shapeshifter cluster said after delivering the food to Dukare's mansion.

Ducare counted the number lightly, verified it, and then sent all the food to Theresis's military camp.

You can have fun and joke around, but you can't reveal yourself now.

Dukare looked at the amusement and excitement on the faces of the shapeshifters, and couldn't help but twitch his lips. "So, what do you want to do next? You know, Mr. Huang's identity is very sensitive in this country. After all, he is from Victoria."

"It's simple. All I have to do is change Huang Cao's identity from an outsider to a victim. Watch me do it... But I have to admit, Kal'tsit's face really deserves a beating."

The looks he got at the market this afternoon simply made the shapeshifters want to join the group.

It turns out that being hated can be a happy feeling, let alone slandering the Demon King.

Is this something I've never done before? I'm so high!

"Be careful, don't overdo it. If a civil uprising breaks out early, we'll all have to clean up the mess. You might even be sent to fight the ashes by Master Huang in the future."

Dukalei always remembered Huangcao's promise to him:

What I want is a complete Kazdel, not a wasteland without any complete buildings.

Just because someone is willing to take over doesn’t mean they are willing to take over a truly bad deal.

The shapeshifter nodded. "Don't worry, I've done this before. It's just that the subject of the slander has become a demon king, which I've never done before."

Especially the kind-hearted Demon King, slandering him really satisfied her sadistic heart.

"How far has the construction of the mobile city progressed?"

Ducare said.

"Basically zero. The technology provided by the green film can be used, but we can't find such a huge number of dead souls in a short period of time unless we have the help of the Demon King."

The technology of the Soul Furnace was provided by Kal'tsit. It can only be said to be extremely cruel, but it is indeed very low cost.

It is a system that operates solely on magic.

Ducare: "Putting aside the engine issue, hasn't the shell of the mobile city been built yet?"

The Shapeshifter Cluster: "What can I do? Given the technological capabilities of our domestic factories, it will take at least several years to produce steel of acceptable quality, unless you're willing to have those war wizards refine the steel to achieve the appropriate temperature and metal ratio."

The War Warlock was training steel, and even the most extravagant Victoria wouldn't dare to use it that way.

"Where is Mr. Huang's financial support?"

the shapeshifter asked curiously.

She remembered that Mr. Huang had donated a lot of supplies, which could be used to build a mobile city.

"Everything was divided up between these two siblings. As the Chancellor of Finance, I'm only responsible for managing financial resources. It's not my job to decide where the money is spent."

Ducare had no complaints about this because he really didn't know how to spend the money.

Let's take it one step at a time, but Master Huang is about to attack Kazdel.

Before then, the casualties of future conflicts must be minimized as much as possible.

And the basis of all this comes from Kal'tsit's face.

"Just look at me, Blood Demon. My ability to fan the flames will never let anyone down."

The shapeshifter smiled slightly and transformed back into Kal'tsit's appearance.

At the same time, several other Sarkaz with righteous looks split out of his body.

At the same time, he repeated what he was going to do next. After hearing it, Ducare took out something bigger than a palm from his pocket.

"What is this?"

The shapeshifter swung the small cube in his hand curiously.

"Victoria's portable recorder has very precise spell patterns engraved on it. Be careful not to break it."

"How did you get this thing?"

"Of course I have my own connections. After all, as the Minister of Finance, I always have to deal with other countries. This is also one of Mr. Huang's inventions."

The Shapeshifter's plan is actually very simple...

A few days later, it was another night.

In a bustling tavern, a figure wearing a black cloak quietly came to the front desk.

He took out half a gold coin from his pocket and asked for the most luxurious room.

"This guest looks unfamiliar. Is he from abroad?"

The tavern owner muttered something and was about to get a room, but he didn't expect the woman in front of him to suddenly curse.

"What do you care, you inferior race?"