I let the genie out of the bottle

The magician vanished from Lu Ye's sight the next moment, and half of the conference room seemed to be hit by a storm in an instant, with only half of the wall with the window remaining.

The process was omitted, and the result was directly that the magician was kicked away with all his might.

The warm breeze characteristic of the ocean climate blew in from outside, and in an instant, the magicians in the conference room once again realized the power of the demon king before them.

They were terrified, trembling.

A magic system centered on mythology.

A magician who only knows how to play tricks behind people's backs.

The knight, who was known for his martial arts skills, was unwilling to draw his sword when facing the Demon King.

The magician, who considered himself to have been immersed in the magic arts for many years, dared not use his prized magic when facing the Demon King.

While seemingly still making progress, in a sense, they have long since completely submitted to God.

Humans serve at the feet of the god-slayer, relying on him to fight against the disobedient gods who deviate from the mythology.

In a sense, this is an admission that only through God's power can one oppose God.

He once heard a theory that humans believe in a god who created them simply because they are unwilling to believe that their ancestors and livestock share the same origin.

The gods that humans worship are perfect and supreme beings created in their minds. They are merely illusions and should not appear in reality.

If it were to appear in reality, it would be something that must be overcome, defeated, and transcended.

“With you all…” Lu Ye sighed, ending his boring monologue, “It’s truly shameful.”

As he finished speaking, a smile returned to his face, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to inexplicably ease once again.

“My eyes can see the extent of your cowardice.”

"So, what exactly gives you the audacity to outwardly comply with my demands while secretly going against my wishes?"

How dare you?

Although the atmosphere seemed to have eased, few of the magicians present dared to speak.

After all, this king's personality is really hard to grasp.

Therefore, unless he allows it, or...

Thinking of this, someone looked at Kranichal of the Bronze Black Cross and cast a pleading glance at him.

Compared to others, the Bronze Black Cross had to choose sides early on because it had interacted with the new king from the very beginning.

However, every cloud has a silver lining. In retrospect, given the nature of this god-killer, it would have been better for him to make his stance clear from the start rather than try to feign compliance.

Thinking of this, many magicians felt a surge of envy.

Now, they are all traitors, while the Bronze Black Cross is the new king's rightful subordinate.

Feeling the envious glances of others, the commander-in-chief of the Bronze Black Cross, Sub-Kranichal, suddenly looked quite pleased with himself.

Although he was forced to take sides at first, who could have imagined that he would make the most correct decision?

So, under the pleading gazes of others, Commander-in-Chief Kranichal coughed lightly and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, they must have realized their mistakes. Please give them a chance to atone for their crimes."

"Ah, I remember your name is Kochar, right?" Lu Ye asked with a slight smile.

Commander-in-Chief Klanichal's smile froze slightly, but he controlled his emotions well and explained, "No, it's Klanichal..."

“I remember your name should be Kochar.” Lu Ye slowly wiped the smile off his face and looked at him expressionlessly.

There was not a trace of anger, nor a trace of dissatisfaction.

However, it was quite calm.

It was as if there was nothing in my field of vision.

"I apologize, please forgive me, Your Majesty. I was a little out of it earlier. My name is indeed Kochar." Kranichal, no, Commander-in-Chief Kochar, lowered his head, indicating submission.

There is a name that says, "I remember you are."

It's okay, anyway, the name Kochar is shorter and more convenient.

He comforted himself inwardly.

"Yes, you're right." Lu Ye smiled and nodded gently.

"Your mind is certainly not clear, otherwise, why would you have dared to try and put it on my neck—"

"Should we tie a bell on it?"

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Chapter Forty-One: It's up to you to handle this!

Cold sweat broke out instantly.

Tie a bell around the king's neck?

In an instant, almost everyone in the conference room had a slight change in expression.

They know what that means.

Furthermore, almost everyone has tacitly accepted this idea.

One way to reduce the danger posed by wild animals is to tie bells around their necks.

Even if someone has a fierce personality, the danger they pose will be greatly reduced if they have something to restrain them.

Furthermore, it is possible to harness its power.

That's how they think about god-slayers.

Unfortunately, the last god-slayer to appear in Italy had a really strange personality; he saw nothing but swords.

Even if a woman were sent to his side, given the personality of the Sword King Tony, he wouldn't even remember her name.

Now another god-slayer has appeared in Italy, and at first glance, his personality doesn't seem too difficult to get along with, so these people are bound to have some wicked thoughts.

If only we had known beforehand that this god-slayer's personality would be so dangerous and troublesome...

It's best to have as few connections as possible with such a dangerous individual.

Even lions can be tamed.

However, if it were a bomb that could explode at any time, any normal person would want to keep their distance.

I can only say that it's fortunate I haven't started taking action yet.

With this in mind, everyone turned their pitying gazes toward Kranjcar.

No, he should be called Kochar now.

"We would never dare!" The Bronze Black Cross commander-in-chief, filled with fear, hurriedly explained, "We do not know what Your Majesty means. The entire Bronze Black Cross is loyal to Your Majesty and would never dare to harbor any malicious intentions!"

"If it's just a case of a fox borrowing the tiger's power, then I shouldn't pursue it too much, just as a tree doesn't care about the vines clinging to its trunk."

Lu Ye said slowly, with one eye half-open.

"However, if a mere vine wants to change the growth pattern of the branches, should it be prepared to be torn apart?"

"Don't you think so, Kochar?"

Lu Ye asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

At the same time, a malevolent magical power was slowly released, gradually engulfing the old man.

"Crack, crack."

Magic itself is formless and intangible, but such a massive amount of magic made him feel as if he were sinking into the deep sea, his whole body filled with enormous water pressure, as if trying to crush him into a meat patty.

The bones in his body were cracking and popping.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily onto the ground.

Well, if he remembers correctly, this guy wasn't exactly a good guy in the original work.

He felt threatened because one of his old rivals, the Copper Black Cross, had joined the original protagonist's group, Erica.

Therefore, as the supreme commander of the Bronze Black Cross, in order to compete with his rivals, he ordered his granddaughter to become Marquis Voban's knight.

Lu Ye could only say that this kind of person's way of doing things was really too ugly.

Originally, Lu Ye had no interest in paying attention to him.

After all, what others do is their own business and has nothing to do with me.

If he wants to manage everything, does that mean he should make a special trip to Japan to wipe out that so-called official editorial committee?

He doesn't have that much free time. In his eyes, improving himself is the most important thing.

However, this time, the Bronze Black Cross has set its sights on him.

Although Liliana seemed unaware of this, in her view, her grandfather only intended for her to serve Lu Ye as his knight.

But actually, shouldn't this knight mean the same thing as the watcher in a certain anime?

After all, they are both ropes and bells tied around a lion's neck.

In that case——

Lu Ye glanced at Kranjcar, or rather, Kranjcar, who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Paul Brantley, who was standing respectfully to the side. A wicked sense of amusement suddenly arose in his heart.

"So, Kochar, about your handling of the matter."

In the original work, the Bronze Black Cross chose to have Liliana become Marquis Voban's knight in order to compete with its rival, the Copper Black Cross.

"Let Paul decide."

After saying that, he turned his interested gaze to the paladin standing to the side, Paul Brantley.

"What?" Everyone present was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Paul, you are in charge of handling this matter. I will not pursue the matter no matter what your choice is."

Paul Brantley, the stern-faced paladin, had a hint of bewilderment on his face.

Then, I realized that it seemed to be talking about myself.

“Your Majesty, I am Paul…” Paladin Paul opened his mouth, but in the end he lowered his head, gave up struggling, and sighed, “Yes, my name is Paul.”

However, should Paul Brantley be allowed to decide how to deal with the Bronze Black Cross commander?

Moreover, the king has made it clear that he will not pursue the matter no matter how Paul handles it.

Since Paul Brantley is known as a Holy Knight, his character must be trustworthy.

Even Kochar of the Bronze Black Cross thought so.

This king, perhaps because he was an outsider, did not understand Paul's character.

However, even in Italy, rivals had to acknowledge the noble character of this paladin.

Therefore, Kranjcar should be safe and sound.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even Kranichal, who was kneeling on the ground.

but.

"Clang clang."

The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath rang out abruptly.

Paladin Paul glanced at his longtime rival and drew his sword.

“Paul… no, Paul.” Kranichal’s smile turned gloomy as he watched his longtime enemy approach him with a sword.

He wanted to resist.

However, the Demon King, who was watching with a smile, wouldn't give him that chance.

Resistance is futile and will only implicate the Bronze Black Cross.

“Kranichal…no, Kochar.” A hint of hesitation flashed in Paladin Paul’s eyes, but it quickly turned into determination.

His face was tense, and his robust physique made him look like a moving sculpture, or a hero from ancient Greek mythology who had come to the present day.