Surviving The Fourth Calamity

’Aislin’ casually glanced at Rosero.

The Kamente Tower of the Tower of Dark Enigma, it’s probably not a dog, but a wolf.

But what does this have to do with her?

The more chaotic this world gets, the better it is, especially when unexpected things catch Glaysia off guard.

With her understanding of herself, ’Aislin’ has a very clear realization: Glaysia just can’t stay idle.

As soon as she’s idle, something is bound to happen.

When she’s entangled with a bunch of trivial matters, that’s when Glaysia is most trustworthy.

For Asmodeus to come up with an identity like the Succubus Queen for his daughter took considerable effort... Otherwise, with his battle angel’s obsession with cleanliness, how could he accept his own daughter indulging in sensuality and entangled in desire?

You must know that both the Lord of Hell and the Queen of Hell are ascetic, and yet they’ve borne the fruit of a reversal.

Hmm? What is she thinking?

Isn’t she just cursing herself!

This is the greatest downside of having oneself as the most thorough enemy, ’Aislin’ couldn’t help but frown, even having to be cautious when cursing in her mind.

Although it’s indeed grasping the opponent’s Achilles’ heel, that thing, is also her own.

She couldn’t help but pour herself another glass of Moonlight Rose Wine: "If there are no external interferences, that’ll be three days."

"Who would interfere with the Great Magician Nicholson?" Rosero said with a strange tone, "Don’t you find their style a bit nauseatingly familiar?"

"It’s not that... chaotic, right?" ’Aislin’ said hesitantly, "I’ve been observing the chaos of the Nicholson family for quite a while, and I can summarize some patterns.

Although they occasionally react erratically due to emotional fluctuations, for the most part, they’re driven by their own interests.

It’s chaotic, but the main objective always revolves around Nicholson’s favor and resources."

Rosero looked at her in surprise: "Complete chaos and mild chaos, isn’t it still chaos?

Are you..."

He was truly bewildered this time.

Glaysia couldn’t be that insane, did she use the soul shards of some Chaos System mage?

No way, right? No way?

But pure Order side would never find chaos understandable!

As the union of the Fallen Angel and the Princess of Devils, the only trait Glaysia would never betray is Order!

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be a symbol of the alliance between Hell and the Fallen Angel, and it would be impossible for her to become the Succubus Queen with Fallen Angels as her subjects!

What Rosero actually fears to think is that Glaysia might have used those Prophecy Mage’s soul shards... even...

No, no way, Glaysia is just a bit crazy, but she’s doing quite well as the Succubus Queen, she wouldn’t suddenly go for something so big!

Rosero pressed his temples hard, making sure he wouldn’t let his mind wander to such an extent... if it were true, it wouldn’t have been accidental.

Therefore, not knowing anything is the only way to survive, he... damn it! Was he here today to confirm the end date of his once-beautiful Duke of Demons life?

’Aislin’ suddenly tilted her head: "Ah, does Aislin have such a big influence on me?

She’s someone who loves to speak half-truths to hide her true intentions.

Especially when the other party makes her wary, or when she wants to trap someone."

Rosero immediately put on a beaming smile: "Rest assured, Rosero never does unnecessary things."

"Then I really can’t be at ease!" ’Aislin’ flashed a dazzling smile at him, "After all, I have my little thoughts too.

With so many selfish desires and distracting thoughts, naturally, one must be cautious."

Rosero could only shake his head with a wry smile: "Ah, please spare poor Rosero, I definitely don’t want to hear such terrifying words."

He nestled himself into the sofa, his long legs carefully curled up in front of his chest, with a face full of sadness, exuding an aura of clear fragility.

’Aislin’ knew Rosero’s purity was an act, but she undoubtedly had a weakness for it, once again deeply understanding why Rosero could always seize the moment and climb back up during Glaysia’s moments of emptiness and loneliness.

Indeed, it suited her tastes well.

’Aislin’ couldn’t help but flash a radiant smile: "Don’t worry, as long as you don’t meddle, I won’t make you do unnecessary things."

Rosero clenched his fist... Fortunately, regardless of how troublesome this soul might be, Glaysia’s taste in men remained unchanged.

That’s good.

Even though, if faced with real issues, even the most pleasing man would have no significance, Rosero’s wish was modest enough, just don’t throw him out as cannon fodder for minor matters.

He stood up gracefully, like a little white rabbit bouncing twice on the ground: "Well, Miss Aislin, I’ll be taking my leave for now.

"I’ll come again in three days."

Seeing him off, "Aislin" wore a cheerful yet slightly regretful smile... Although there were many beautiful stories in memory, unfortunately, they couldn’t be used for the time being.

That fellow Glaysia would never allow anyone who hasn’t left her palace to experience joy she hasn’t permitted.

Clearly, she quite enjoyed watching some live activities, yet she still had so many useless requests.

Tsk~

But "Aislin" could only accept this self-inflicted bind.

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"Hmm? What do you want with me?

Didn’t I say not to disturb me unless it’s important?" Fengo, dressed in a black uniform and browsing through the pile of documents stacked several meters high on the table, looked up displeased.

Knowing that Glaysia might stir up trouble, especially under Asmodeus’s control, Fengo naturally chose to shut himself in the Magic Tower, trying his best not to get involved.

Furthermore, even if Glaysia executed operations that left the Lord of Hell dumbfounded, Fengo wouldn’t do much... After all, Asmodeus had mentioned, everything was under his control, right?

Fengo was only willing to show his loyalty, but he wasn’t truly ready to break apart for a word of praise from the Lord of Hell.

So, he simply locked himself in the Magic Tower to handle his work as a Hell Prosecutor... Those were documents brought by the intelligence network of the Multiverse and the nine layers of hell!

Although, in theory, Fengo only needed to handle the most important documents, the well-traveled and experienced chief prosecutor knew that if he didn’t show a meticulous attitude, prepared for any random checks, no matter the importance, then he would immediately be set up by his subordinates to die.

He wasn’t like those Battle Angels, who could restart from the Succubus even after making a big mistake.

Especially the one previously in charge of intelligence, who was only confined for a thousand years and then turned into a close attendant of the Lord of Hell... just no longer in charge of such troublesome matters.

In the eyes of the Lord of Hell, even though that guy caused his wife’s death, it was only seen as a lack of brains, knowing only how to fight.

But if it were Fengo, just making one-tenth of a mistake, he likely wouldn’t even have the chance to become a worm.

A piece of paper lightly floated above his desk, Fengo pinched it with two fingers and took a glance: Rosero and Aislin seem to want to target Delphus.

"Who gave you the information? Rosero himself?" Fengo asked disdainfully.

Having had to clean up after the Princess of Hell for years, he was quite familiar with the elders in that palace.

Rosero, a guy fairly crafty even among the Dukes of Demons, couldn’t possibly have let his subordinates see through him, could he?

Fengo knew well that while there were some wise ones in his intelligence department, most were brainless fools.

But only these people would report all sorts of information straight away instead of seeking their own gains.

Hell Devils, though abiding by order, also liked to find loopholes within the rules!

Therefore, those forming the intelligence department had to be wise ones that Fengo could monitor at any time, and under the wise ones, a large number of brainless eyes.

But even these wise ones couldn’t possibly dig up Rosero’s secrets unless that guy wanted them to know.

That sheet of paper quickly displayed a line of text:

It should be Rosero himself wanting to inform us.

So this matter might be a bit troublesome, otherwise I wouldn’t have disturbed you.

Fengo frowned: "Rosero hopes we control those sensitive Mages within our faction.

What he’s doing now comes from the will of the Master of Sia Tower.

Inform your subordinates, if any of them does something to incite the wrath of the Master of Sia Tower, I’ll personally see them off."

The piece of paper trembled slightly in the air, yet still didn’t fall down.

"No matter how great the benefits, they mean nothing to me.

If Rosero suddenly appears so friendly, it proves just how... incredible this matter is.

If you have to seek death, do so under your own name.

If anyone appears under the name of the Supervision Department, I’ll kill them directly."

Fengo calmly expressed his words clearly, watched the paper fall onto the table, then gently rubbed his forehead: Ever since the Lord of Hell granted them greater autonomy, devils’ greed became somewhat uncontrollable.

To them, there’s a difference between gold coins and gold mines.

Their relentless pursuit of gold coins is because from the moment those objects were created, they embodied humans’ greatest greed.

Gold coins that have changed hands frequently, those that have existed for a long time, or whose value has been overly hyped by humans, are precious objects demons eagerly scramble for.

But in this world, humans’ transactional desires are suppressed to the minimum.

What demons favor is still that kind of highly developed economic world... Desires only flourish after the most basic survival needs are met.

So, Fengo could understand his subordinates, who could only gain some benefits when occasionally going out to clean rebels at the Magic Tower... There’s no helping it, those things at the Sia Tower that caught their eyes are strictly forbidden.

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