“I’ve had it. Why now? I don’t know what those old bastards want, holding an emergency meeting at this time.”
Laiyinmute walked somewhat irritably along the streets of the Royal Capital.
Thinking of his little maid made him feel a bit guilty; even with a sullen face, the residents on both sides occasionally glanced sideways at him.
There was no other reason: when he had earned military merits under the name of Sword Saint in his early years, these commoners had already seen him.
Even those who had not seen him would see his statue if they walked to the Central Square.
Thinking that he was supposed to take Raphael to get measured for three-dimensional custom clothes today but had stood her up, he felt even more gloomy.
“Yo, Laiyin, long time no see!”
Laiyinmute, wearing that white formal attire that had once been soaked in his own blood, heard the noise and helplessly turned around.
What met his eyes was that golden-haired lion dog.
“Long time no see, Lahazhaer. Your spirit is as good as ever.”
Lahazhaer put an arm around Laiyinmute’s neck, an uncontrollable smile on his face.
“What are you saying? As your close friend, I’m always concerned about you.”
Then Lahazhaer’s hand pinched Laiyinmute’s buttocks, and Lahazhaer spoke discontentedly.
“Hey, hey, hey, you guy, why don’t you train your butt and legs when you work out? As a Sword Saint, you should have a physique as strong as mine.”
Laiyinmute pushed away the hand on his buttocks and retorted inwardly.
“Come on, bro, not everyone is born with the Hero’s Blessing like you. Besides, why are all your talents focused on your body?”
Complaining inwardly like this, he glanced sideways at the muscle resting on his neck, about as big as his own head, and felt somewhat nauseous.
Working out is good, but he really could not appreciate training it this big.
Laiyinmute held his forehead, somewhat unwilling to deal with him.
This close friend of his was clearly more handsome than him and also strong, but his only flaw was being overly enthusiastic.
The two chatted intermittently, and in less than half an hour they arrived in front of a huge white building.
Laiyinmute spoke up and asked.
“By the way, Zhaer, do you know why those old bastards are holding this emergency meeting?”
Lahazhaer shook his head, indicating he did not know.
“Huh? You’re asking me? You know I’ve always been a marginal figure in politics; I’m not interested in this stuff either.”
Then he bent his arm again, continuing to show off his somewhat scary muscles.
Laiyinmute said speechlessly.
“Tsk… I knew asking you about this kind of thing was useless.”
The two walked inside. In front of the white building stood two rows of soldiers in silver knight armor.
The leader saw the two approaching, immediately straightened his back, performed a standard knight’s salute, and said loudly.
“Welcome, Lord Sword Saint and Lord Hero!!”
The several subordinates behind him, who had been dozing off, instantly woke up upon hearing their boss’s words.
They hurriedly saluted, repeating what he had just done.
Lahazhaer walked over with a grin and patted the leading knight’s shoulder with one hand.
“Yo, long time no see, Anjieluo. It’s your turn for rotation duty again.”
The knight named Anjieluo’s expression suddenly changed, and he spoke stammering.
“Ah, ah… long time no see, Lord Hero. The meeting is about to start, so let’s go in as soon as possible. Lord Hayek and the others have been waiting inside for a long time.”
Lahazhaer waved his hand, smiled, patted his shoulder again, and walked in together with Laiyinmute.
Anjieluo only showed a pained expression after the two went inside.
“Hiss… Lord Hero, why are you still so rough? My bones… I’ll have to ask for leave again.”
Anjieluo clutched his shoulder that hurt terribly from the pat, unable to help but complain a little.
The huge doors of the conference hall were pushed open, and Laiyinmute and Lahazhaer slowly walked in.
There were about 16 people at the conference table, and quite a few were familiar faces.
As soon as he entered, Laiyinmute’s gaze was drawn to one of them.
His adoptive father, Hayek, was actually here at this moment.
This made him somewhat surprised.
After all, his Pope father had always been at odds with the Emperor. Out of 10 meetings, he would not attend at least 9, and for the remaining one he would send a representative.
Now he had come in person, which showed the importance of this meeting.
Hayek also smiled and greeted him, gesturing to the two empty seats beside him.
Laiyinmute brought Lahazhaer to sit there, and the person with a serious expression in the main seat spoke.
“Good… everyone is here, so let’s begin this meeting.”
The lights in the entire room went out in an instant, and a projection appeared on the wooden table.
Various data were displayed on it, and one piece of data made everyone present involuntarily gasp.
Especially Laiyinmute and Lahazhaer, whose eyes widened even more.
“This… this is impossible. The Demon King is actually still alive?!”
Lahazhaer showed an expression of disbelief, staring dumbly at that line of text.
Promian Aixius Demon Qi monitoring concentration index 100
Laiyinmute’s face darkened, and he began to think.
That day, he had seen with his own eyes the Demon King being personally erased by the God of Fate. How could he still be alive?
That was a true god descending into the mortal world. Even if the power that could be exerted by borrowing Lahazhaer’s body was limited, it should not be like this.
That was a god. The power of a god is not something any race in this world can contend with.
They are the rules themselves. Even the weakest deity has the ability to destroy this world at will.
But such a thing would not benefit them, of course.
The Emperor, seated in the main seat, spoke. His voice was full of the calm and oppressive feeling of a superior.
“Do you all know why I have summoned you here this time?”
No one responded in the conference room. Laiyinmute thought to himself.
‘Tsk… If I knew, why would I come here for a meeting? You people are the most…’
Seeing no one respond, the Emperor coughed twice and spoke.
“Everyone, look at the projection screen. Once you finish watching, you will know what happened.”
A silver long rod appeared in the Emperor’s hand. He waved it in the air, and the image displayed on the light screen immediately changed.
That image made everyone present involuntarily gasp.
“Bastards! How dare these guys? I said the Demon Race should all be exterminated!”
A white-bearded old man slammed the table.
The table, forged from World Tree branches, actually cracked with a thin line at this moment.
The damaged area emitted a faint green light, and the damaged part gradually repaired itself to its original state.
“Silence, President Mulante. I know you are angry, but what we need to consider now is not so simple on the surface…”
The Emperor spoke calmly, looking somewhat displeased at Mulante, this white-bearded old man.
But as the President of the Magic Association, he did not give him any face at all.
The aura of a ninth-tier mage burst out from him, fiercely rushing toward the Emperor.
“Muerha, don’t think I’ll give you face. I proposed exterminating the Demon Race before. Why be indecisive!”
Emperor Muerha’s expression turned cold. Enduring the aura enough to crush demons, he walked up to Mulante.
He punched him on the head, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off his hand.
“Tsk…”
Mulante clutched his head, which was bleeding a little from the punch, and settled down.
The conference room fell into an eerie silence again. Laiyinmute and Lahazhaer were silent, both silently pondering the possibility of the Demon King being alive…
Hayek, however, watched the interesting interaction between the Emperor and the Association President with great interest, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He thought to himself.
‘This time I came correctly. There’s indeed fun to watch.’