The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The massive weight in Newcastle's heart finally fell, and this sounded much easier than eating, drinking, and having fun with the lads of the Royal Guard.

The key thing was that he didn't need to spend money. Never mind, he'd raise his hand, even raise both legs if asked.

"Thank you for holding me in such high regard, esteemed Baron... I am delighted to serve you. It's just that if there's anything like this in the future, it would be better if you could discuss it with me first. To be honest, this letter almost scared me into buying a ticket home."

Newcastle's face returned to a smile, relieved.

This profit-driven businessman was like a chameleon; the previous look of shock and anger as if his tail had been stepped on vanished as though it never existed.

Baron Wickton, with a cigar in his mouth, curled his lip, hiding the disdain in his heart behind an elegant smile and courteously saw his ally to the door.

Consult with you?

As if you are worthy.

"If there is a next time, I'll definitely give you a heads-up."

After dropping a "definitely next time" line, Baron Wickton paused as he stopped by the study door, adding another line.

"Also, I don't want anyone else to hear about our conversation today. I've only told you, and you know the consequences of leaking it."

Newcastle loyally placed a hand over his chest.

"I assure you!"

Baron Wickton nodded approvingly.

"I'll be watching you."

...

While the mudlegs in the tavern aren't fit to decide Roland City's future, the "good people" guarding Roland City's nights certainly deserve this honor.

Including the "good people" behind him.

The noon sun shone on Roland City's streets, with every inch of land shimmering so bright it was hard to keep one's eyes open.

Meanwhile, over at Thunder City, things looked much shabbier, especially as the illiterate tavern owner had actually been brought into the parliamentary hall.

Compared to the chosen big drunkard elected by a bunch of drunkards, it's certainly more like a few sneaky old fellows locked the door and handpicked a gentleman who genuinely seemed like a gentleman.

The Three-level Council was in the midst of intense preparations; Baron Wickton's invitation had kicked up a storm across Roland City.

Simultaneously, news from Thunder City University was also stirring a storm in Thunder City.

Since the news of the former Professor Scholarly State Keynes taking office as Thunder City University's first president spread, the entire city was like a boiling pot of water.

Gentlemen who had initially been skeptical of the university, which was still on paper, were now convinced of one thing– that the esteemed Duke Edward and Prince Colin were serious.

The "side effect" of this thirst for talent was evident as the manor's mailbox was utterly jammed.

Whether it was acclaimed scholars, frustrated artists, or even wandering minstrels who only wrote sonnets for food, everyone sent in their résumés.

As Old Abel pondered over which child of his would be best suited for university while working, Colin Manor on the outskirts of Thunder City had already been stuffed full with job application letters flying like snowflakes.

Neither the Ryan Kingdom nor the Campbell Duchy lacked smart people.

Although no one knew precisely how much Duke Edward planned to allocate to build this university, there was no doubt that a university capable of burning money on magic research wouldn't be underfunded.

In any case, writing a letter to the prince didn't cost ten thousand gold coins, so why not try buying a stamp?

Watching as a maid with fox ears swayed in, pushing a mountain of letters into the study, the true young master of the Colin Duchy was completely stunned.

"By Bayele..."

Vivian's mouth gaped wide, as though it could fit a Taufu egg.

Although she was well aware of her brother's charm, how could there be so many fox spirits sending him love letters!?

Vivian was furious.

How could humans be so disrespectful, had they all forgotten the ancient Holy Light and degraded themselves to become puppets of the Padric Family?

Didn't they have their own brothers?

Humans, how bad they are!

"It can't go on like this, Taufu! If we don't take action, our Demon King is going to be corrupted by humanity's sweet-talking!"

As Vivian grew angrier the more she thought about it during her afternoon tea, she sprang off the sofa, startling Taufu, who was diligently studying the Campbell family history.

He glanced around in a flurry and seeing the servants were all one of their own, finally let his suspended heart calm down.

By the Demon God...

Accompanying the elder sister on a distant trip was even more thrilling than exploring inside the church.

"...Being corrupted by humans means what?"

If he remembered correctly, his brother, who had never received the Initial Embrace, was human himself. What need was there for someone else to corrupt him?

With silver fangs showing by her lips, Vivian crossed her arms, her elegant expression gradually growing sinister.

"What do you know, little brat."

Taufu: "..."

You're the one who said it!

Anyway, it's always good as long as it doesn't concern him.

Watching Vivian get caught up in her internal strife, Taufu sighed in relief and continued studying the Campbell family history, attempting to find a connection between unicorns and the Campbell family.

Humans are really fascinating.

Ever since meeting Princess Lino, Taufu had become intrigued by the human world, especially the Campbell family, who had battled Hell for a thousand years.

However, just as he was flipping to the next page, a gust of wind blew behind him, lifting him off his chair.

"Come with me!"

Taufu: "???"

...

Once a Platinum-level vampire gets serious, perhaps only a Purple Crystal Level prince in the entire manor could suppress him.

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