I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

The emperor of the empire, Carlos VII, sat askew on the palace throne, not exuding his imperial majesty.

Beneath the throne was a large round table, with eight people seated around it, including Light's Revealer, Wright, and Creation Minister Woodson, each occupying a corner.

This was enough to show the esteemed status of the others at the round table.

Their attire varied in style, with each bearing their respective badges on their lapels and corners of their garments.

There were badges of crossed swords, slaves, trumpets, sugarcane, muskets, and gold coins.

Even Woodson, who usually had a foul mouth, looked serious at this moment, not speaking, staring intently at the domino in the center of the round table.

This domino had traveled through Cleftgold Mountain, New Sanctum City, the imperial border, and finally arrived at Godsworn City.

After waiting for a moment, Emperor Carlos remained silent, and the other seven people at the table also half-closed their eyes, not intending to speak, Woodson finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Speak, Kingston, you brought this thing in, what does it mean?" Woodson was busy and didn't want to waste time playing riddles. "Is it for us to admire your daughter's heroic posture?"

In this domino, the scene of Mirror Flash Knight Jessie slaughtering the opening match of the Centennial Slaughter Cup was sealed, so Woodson certainly wanted to joke with Kingston.

"This Slaughter Cup?" Kingston continued to postpone the topic.

"They participate in the Centennial Slaughter Cup together, is it not only to make the gods fall in love with you, but also to make the empire's new blood boil, is that bad?" Kingston asked repeatedly.

"Actually, the focus of this discussion... is not this domino."

Only Clive's good friend Wright interjected, breaking the silence in the palace.

"Yes, just like the crowned guy in the desert, everyone has a chance to become a god, or become a king, an emperor, or something..." Kingston joked.

In the domino's eyeball, Jing Ming's fighting figure was being projected.

"Of course you can."

Carlos answered Wright, not Woodson.

"Oh? What does it mean? Woodson, what do you think?" Kingston pointed at Woodson to answer.

Since the fall of the Sky Spine, through the Battle of Bone Hammer, Red Oil Town, and the Battle of Cleftgold Mountain, the Carlos family has taken in a large number of refugees and population, and it seems that they can finally sit at the same table as Woodson.

"Yes, the abnormal sandstorms and the Sea of Death in the south prevent us from having more capacity to take care of the north," Wright responded to the emperor's inquiry.

"I and Jing Ming are already partners, a necessary bond," Wright hurriedly stopped the emperor's tiger-wolf words.

"Rather than letting the ants in other caves perform and gain the favor of the gods, it's better to let the ants in our ant cave seize the opportunity..."

"Look, since there are no religious people present, our discussion is very inefficient," Kingston said with a smile.

"My dear Wright... have you had anyone you admire recently?" Kingston suddenly turned to ask Wright.

"It means that we are actively getting closer to godhood through our own efforts," Woodson did not avoid the emperor's question.

This time, Wright did not arrive in the form of a light cluster, but in person.

"The gods are active."

"Anyway, everyone here is loyal to the empire; anyway, even if they find new food in other ant caves, they will bring it back for everyone to share, right?" Jing Mingwei asked everyone.

But this time, no one responded.

The elders at the round table immediately followed up with the emperor's smile.

"Can I?" Wright asked Woodson, Jing Mingwei, Medi, Sweet, Ganna, and Coin at the round table.

Kingston at the round table was not Jessie, but an old man with a straight body.

The elders of the other five families ignored the Creation Minister's speech.

"So my dear little Jessie, has become the envoy of the Oath?" The emperor sat high on the throne, smiling, admiring Jing Mingwei and the others.

Sharing the surname Alexander, Wright certainly had an extremely deep blood relationship with the emperor, so in fact, Kingston was also admiring himself.

"High Tower believes that with the ongoing faith war in the north and the continuation of this Centennial Slaughter Cup... the gods' attention will gradually focus," Wright paused, making sure everyone present followed the line of thought.

"The people at High Tower believe... the changes in the continent have triggered the gods' attention," Wright spoke carefully, slowly, not wanting anyone present to receive any ambiguity.

"Hehe... the God of Forging is not necessarily the God of Machinery," Clive distinguished these things very clearly.

"Yes," This time, no one dared not to answer.

"According to High Tower's speculation, the gods are choosing envoys..." Wright tried to make the information complete, without embellishing or speculating.

"Also, so they don't smell the sweetness and secretly miss it," Kingston alluded to something.

"Since you're not saying it, let me say it," Kingston sat up straight. "I understand, High Tower means that when the gods focus their gaze on the ground, the ants on the ground can also gain power..."

Woodson held back a curse in his chest, preparing to start spraying.

"Oh? My dear son, what have you discovered?" Kingston Alexander, on the throne, admired Wright's profile, as if admiring a beautiful object.

"Then please continue," Kingston signaled Wright to continue speaking out High Tower's information.

"Can recruit the strong, cultivate the strong... just like Jing Mingwei did..."

"Oh, I underestimated you~" The emperor almost launched a marriage alliance.

With Wright's statement, the emperor and the people at the round table turned their attention to Woodson.

"The focus is on High Tower's information," Wright looked up, looking towards the emperor.

The emperor's majesty made the four lower their heads, completely refusing.

"Then I decide, they will all actively look for agents to participate in this... Centennial Slaughter Cup?" Kingston looked at Wright, knowingly asking.

The gears in Clive's body turned, making slight noises, as if mumbling something.

"Alright, when is the next game?" Carlos VII touched the sword at his waist.

"It is like this," Jing Mingwei at the round table was expressionless, answering with her head lowered.

"Actively, the gods will pay attention to the conflict of faith and the Centennial Slaughter Cup."

Woodson looked at Jing Mingwei, with no reaction.

"Production also needs to be restored as soon as possible..."

"Yes, the Centennial Slaughter Cup," Wright nodded.

"Focus on where?" Clive was of course the most impatient one.

"This also includes the God of Forging and Machinery," Wright kindly reminded Jing Mingwei.

"I believe that even without this meeting, everyone present will actively be able to understand... what the gods' attention means," Wright did not directly point out the actions of the various families.

"Besides, there are still many refugees to be resettled."

The domino on the table was also pushed by a strange gravitational force, pushed in front of Woodson.

He seemed not to have heard Woodson's question.

Emperor Kingston smiled meaningfully, accepting Jing Mingwei's information.

"In short, we must make the gods fall in love with the empire, fall in love with us, okay?"

"Regarding what happened in the north, there is only so much we can do, right?" Kingston looked at the empty palace, as if looking for Torsos, who should have been here.

"Congratulations," Kingston clapped his hands, the round table