Chapter 201: Goblin, You’re a Clever Little Fellow (Part 1)
For his first meeting with the mysterious informant, Lomond wanted to make a good impression.
According to Candice, the mysterious informant had a deep grudge against the Hero Squad, which was why he leaked their whereabouts… Although in Lomond’s eyes, the other party was just a lowly, filthy human, the information he possessed was very useful.
To have a blood feud with the Hero Squad meant that this person’s identity and strength were not to be trifled with.
Therefore, he had to show his sincerity in their first meeting, to facilitate future transactions… Even if the other party was just a human, Lomond was willing to condescend.
If possible, he wanted to make a deeper deal with this mysterious person.
For example, about the matter of the Seventh Prince having the makings of a Demon King, could they discuss it in detail?
However, Lomond wasn’t good at torturing humans. He usually just ate them. He naturally couldn’t do that to Ronald, who was a bargaining chip.
Ronald had thought he was doomed this time. Although he felt despair in his heart, he was prepared. But hearing Lomond ask his subordinates how to torture him, his heart trembled. It seemed he had despaired too early.
His scalp tingled, a terrible premonition filling his chest.
Lomond’s subordinates were all around him: the Pig-headed Men Chieftain, the Goblin Chieftain, the Minotaur Chieftain (who had few subordinates left), the Troll Chieftain, the Ogre Chieftain, the Lizardmen Chieftain…
From these subordinates, it could be seen that even with the credit of killing a member of the Hero Squad, Lomond’s status among the Demon Beasts wasn’t very high.
Pig-headed Men, Goblins, Minotaurs, Trolls, Ogres, Lizardmen… They all had large populations, but their individual strength and intelligence weren’t high. They were at the lower end of the hierarchy among Demon Beasts.
There were almost no high-ranking races like Dire Wolves under Lomond’s command.
Hearing the Seventh Prince’s words, the chieftains looked at each other.
After a long while, the Ogre Chieftain scratched his bald head as if there was hair there.
His cracked lips parted, revealing his sharp, uneven teeth. He spoke in a muffled voice:
“Eat him?”
The Ogre Chieftain’s answer immediately received the approval of the Troll and Minotaur Chieftains, but there was a slight difference in the details:
“Fresh meat… is the most delicious.”
“No, I think it tastes better roasted, with a bit of chili powder…”
Their different opinions led to the two behemoths butting heads, glaring at each other, each considering the other a heretic.
His subordinates’ reactions made Lomond facepalm. He felt a bit sad. Why were his subordinates all such idiots?
He suddenly thought, could this be what humans called “birds of a feather flock together”? Because he, their leader, was an idiot, so his subordinates were also idiots?
No, no, that was absolutely impossible. He was so intelligent.
“Shut up, you two gluttonous fools! Use your brains…” A hoarse voice came from the ground.
Almost all the Demon Beasts’ gazes focused on the small figure. The Minotaur and Troll Chieftains glared at him.
It was the Goblin Chieftain.
Lomond’s eyes lit up. Goblins were a very weak race, their bodies small and frail. A single Troll could easily crush hundreds of Goblins. But among his subordinates, they were the only ones with some intelligence.
Perhaps this small Goblin could be of use at this time.
“Your Highness, you don’t intend to kill this human immediately, but want to torture him first, right?” The Goblin Chieftain said in a sinister voice, his cold gaze fixed on the figure held in Lomond’s two fingers.
That gaze made Ronald’s hair stand on end, and his body twitched.
“Of course.”
“That’s easy… Hehehe…” The Goblin Chieftain let out a creepy chuckle, “The males of our Goblin race are very interested in human females…”
“Of course, some of our brothers have…unique tastes.”
“Moreover, this one is a member of the esteemed Hero Squad. I believe many of our brothers are very curious about this gentleman.”
“Not just Goblins, I remember there are also quite a few Pig-headed Men, Minotaurs, and Lizardmen who have such interests, right?”
The Goblin Chieftain’s almost sinister words made Ronald tremble all over.
He seemed to have already foreseen what was about to happen, his body shaking violently… No, no, no…
He would rather die than endure such treatment.
Thinking of those ugly, filthy Goblins, Pig-headed Men, Minotaurs…
For Ronald, who always maintained his noble demeanor and etiquette, this was the most despairing scenario imaginable.
Seeing Ronald’s strong reaction, Lomond felt that this choice was quite correct, and he let out a booming laugh.
“Excellent! Goblin, go contact your people and see how many are interested in this Noble Gentleman…”
“I estimate there are at least a few thousand…” The Goblin Chieftain continued his villainous laughter, “Ah, right, my esteemed Seventh Prince, we can even hold an exhibition…”
“An exhibition?”
“Yes, it’s a special event held by humans. They display some precious items for public viewing and charge an entrance fee. If they want to…experience the items, they have to pay more…”
“I believe that outside Your Highness’s territory, there are many Demon Beasts who would want to see a member of the Hero Squad with their own eyes. This will bring a considerable income to Your Highness’s territory…”
“Oh, Goblin, you’re such a clever little fellow…” Lomond praised the Goblin’s intelligence without reservation.
Look, this was a truly intelligent being.
This was the way of demons.
He, Lomond, needed such talent.
And Ronald’s face was ashen, his body trembling in mid-air.
…
Meanwhile.
The members of the Hero Squad were also heading towards the front lines, braving the wind and sand.
O’Niens still harbored hostility towards Qin Chu, and Inas still wore a sullen expression. Everything seemed the same as before.
However, Qin Chu and Shaye could keenly sense that O’Niens’s mood swings had become more pronounced.
He would often fly into a rage these days, scolding or even beating his subordinates.
But the members of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess didn’t think much of it. They just thought that this was the pampered Saint Son’s first time leaving the Imperial City, and he was simply not used to the harsh environment, which was why his mood was so volatile.
It was understandable… Besides, even if they didn’t understand, so what?
When the Saint Son whipped you, would you dare to fight back? Were you tired of living?
Another night passed. They would reach the front lines by noon tomorrow.
O’Niens appeared near the Hero Squad’s camp, his gaze fixed on the figure surrounded by the others…
That ordinary man.
He had the Saintess of the Holy See, a Saintess candidate, a Grand Mage from Sage Mountain, a royal princess, an elf, and a Valkyrie around him…
All kinds of beautiful girls, chattering like birds.
Whenever he saw this scene, O’Niens couldn’t help but feel a surge of rage in his heart.
Why? Why? Why?
He was clearly superior to that ordinary man, more elegant, more handsome, more noble, with a more prestigious bloodline. Why were all those beautiful women surrounding that mediocre man?
He was unwilling to accept it, he couldn’t accept it.
He saw a girl leaving the group, seemingly returning to her tent… He took a deep breath and quickly walked towards her.
“Ah, beautiful Princess, your eyes are as bright as the stars in the night sky…” O’Niens said with a gentlemanly smile, “I’m holding a small ball in my camp. Would I have the honor of inviting you to join us?”
His handsome face and gentle smile would make any girl on Earth scream.
This was Princess Anastasia.
Although she was a princess, she was just from a small, remote, barbaric country. For him, the noble Saint Son, to personally invite her, it was a great honor for her.
O’Niens believed that Anastasia would definitely not refuse.
He extended his hand, seemingly wanting to take her hand and kiss it.
This was a common courtesy among the upper class of nobles.
However, just as his claws were about to touch her hand, Anastasia stepped back, leaving O’Niens’s hand hanging in mid-air, neither lowered nor retracted, making him look extremely awkward.
Anastasia, however, was polite. A gentle and beautiful smile appeared on her face, and she curtsied, holding her skirt, “So it’s the Saint Son…”
“Thank you for your invitation, it’s Anastasia’s honor. However… I’m accompanying Qin Chu tonight, so I won’t have time. I apologize for not being able to attend your ball, Saint Son.”
After apologizing gracefully, Anastasia turned and left, not giving O’Niens any face at all.
Under the moonlight, only the Saint Son remained, standing there alone, bathed in the hazy moonlight, his face deathly pale.
His body trembled slightly in the night wind, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light. Damn it, even a princess from a barbaric small country dared to give him the cold shoulder? Who did she think she was?
He had personally invited her, and she dared to refuse?
Looking at her perfect, receding figure, he felt a strong urge to destroy that beauty, to crush it…
He wanted to see Anastasia’s slender, swan-like neck spurt hot blood, staining her ice-blue dress crimson.
A surge of killing intent churned within him, his eyes turning a dark red, the X-shaped mark faintly visible in their depths.
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