The Unemployed Demon Lord

"There's such a big commotion here, how could I not notice it? I thought some unruly guy was making trouble in the capital, so I came here to take a look." Masefield looked at the mess at the scene, and couldn't help but frowned. Looks like he's in a bad mood.

"Haha, I'm sorry to interrupt your vacation..." Morrison laughed dryly, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

"You still have the nerve to laugh?" Masefield said with a serious expression, and said in an accusing tone, "You are in charge of guarding the palace today, what are you doing here? Negligence of duty is not a good habit."

"It's so boring inside the palace. I couldn't hold it back for a while, so I wanted to come out to have fun." Morrison looked apologetic, knowing that he was not doing well.

"What a random guy..." Masefield sighed, and asked helplessly, "You did all of this? Didn't you encounter enemies in the capital?"

"No, no, how is it possible?" Morrison waved his hands again and again, and replied truthfully, "I just broke my wrist here, and it turned out to be too much fun..."

"Wrist wrestling?" Masefield was suspicious in his heart. This is not an arm wrestling, but a fight, right?

Although Masefield also wrestled with Morrison, the scene was not so bad.

"The opponent this time is very good, and it is not a small gain. I am very surprised by his strength." Morrison said with a sigh.

"Oh?" Masefield became interested, and said lightly, "To get your praise, the opponent must be not weak, right?"

"Well, it's not weak." Morrison nodded in agreement.

"This is normal. As the center of Great Britain, the capital is often mixed with good and evil people. It is not surprising to meet strong people." Macfield paused and continued, "But with your strength, if you compete for strength, you will almost never lose. Bar?"

"I always thought that apart from you, I would not lose to anyone in the arm wrestling power competition, but what a pity, I lost, and I lost badly." Morrison replied honestly, with a very melancholy expression.

Anyway, it won't be long before the whole of London will know that he lost to the black iron adventurer, so it's better to admit it honestly now.

"Really?!" Masefield widened his eyes, looking very surprised.

She still has some understanding of Morrison's strength, how could she be easily defeated?It really made her unbelievable.

You must know that the Thorn Knight is close to the top combat power in Great Britain, and it is really surprising that someone who can beat the Thorn Knight suddenly pops up.

"Really, the opponent's strength was overwhelming, especially in the last moment." Morris recalled.

Masefield frowned, calmed down his shock slightly, and asked, "Who is your opponent?"

"This..." Morrison hesitated to speak, and said with a red face, "an unknown Wrexham black iron adventurer."

"Black Iron Adventurer!?" Masefield was even more astonished. It was impossible for the Black Iron Adventurer to defeat the Thorn Knight. "Morrison, are you kidding me?"

"No, the opponent is really strong. At least that's how I feel. If I don't activate "Raksha Ghost", I might not be that man's opponent." Morrison said seriously.

Seeing that Morrison was not joking, Masefield asked suspiciously, "Why would a guy with such strength be inferior to the lowest level of adventurers?"

"The other party seems to be a man who doesn't care about fame..." Morrison had a few black lines running down his forehead, obviously feeling hard to calm down.

"There are so many freaks among adventurers. When did this kind of guy suddenly appear..." Masefield frowned, and asked tentatively, "Morrison, what do you think of that guy? Will it pose a threat to the kingdom?"

"I think that man is a good guy, because..." Morrison patted his biceps and said energetically, "Anyone who can beat me by arm wrestling is not a bad guy!"

"What kind of nonsense mentally retarded logic is this, can you stop thinking with your muscles all the time?" Masefield looked complicated, and he was too lazy to complain about Morrison, but thought to himself

Who is this Wrexham adventurer?

With the strength to rival the Thorn Knight, he must not be some unknown person.

Looks like I'm late, if possible, I really want to meet this mysterious man...

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Chapter 20

The elves' embassy.

After Merlin and Alice left, Shirley originally planned to rest and then leave tomorrow.

But Samuel seems to have something, leading Shirley to the depths of the unknown embassy.

Shirley followed Samuel obediently. Although she didn't know where she was going to take her, she didn't feel particularly scared.

After all, Samuel is an elf, and Shirley is very at ease with her fellows, unlike humans, who can only bring tension and fear to herself.

Shirley looked at Samuel's back and couldn't help but want to inquire about the situation in her hometown.

"That... Aunt Samuel, how is my father? Is he in good health?"

"This..." Samuel paused and replied, "Your Majesty's health is fine, but his mood is getting worse and worse. He is always thinking about your safety. Not long ago, he wrote a letter to Queen Elizabeth himself, hoping that she Continue to send more people to find your whereabouts, His Majesty always believes that you are still in Great Britain."

"Really?" Shirley lowered her head, showing a very regretful expression, "It's all my fault for being too playful. If I obeyed my father and stayed in the palace honestly, so many things wouldn't happen. I'm such a useless person." My fellow, you only cause trouble for others..."

"Don't blame yourself, you are His Majesty's pistachio. If you are not naughty, Your Majesty will have a lot less fun, just keep it like this." Samuel showed an amiable smile.

"How... how? I often make my father angry." Shirley blushed and said embarrassingly.

"It's just that this time it's a bit too much. You are a royal family. It is very dangerous to leave the palace casually." Samuel looked back at Shirley, and added, "The United Kingdom is stable on the surface, but it is in danger. For you, The palace is not a prison, but the safest place."

"Yes...I'm sorry..." Shirley had an apologetic face, and she looked aggrieved as she grabbed the corner of her skirt.

"You don't need to apologize, no one can blame you." Samuel said meaningfully, thinking that this silly princess is about to die, what's the use of apologizing?

Xue Li calmed down a little, and continued to ask, "What about my queen mother? How is she doing? Has her mental state improved in the past six months?"

A hint of cunning flashed in Samuel's eyes, what kind of queen was he thinking about?That's your uncle!

It seems that no one has discovered the secret of His Majesty Ashdoll possessing the wife of the Elf King, and things are getting more and more interesting.

Samuel withdrew his gaze and said perfunctory playfully.

"Your queen mother is in excellent condition. It couldn't be better."

"That's great!" Shirley showed a cheerful smile, clasped her hands together and said with emotion, "A long time ago, my mother's temperament changed drastically, and she threatened to kill her father with a sword. Not good, but now it's finally getting better, which is really a happy thing."

"Yeah, it's really pleasing..." Samuel couldn't help showing a weird smile.

Shirley let out a long breath, looking forward to the journey home even more, "Go home quickly, Aunt Samuel, can we leave tomorrow?"

Samuel didn't answer, how could he let Shirley go home?She is an important part of the resurrection of the Dark Elf King.

Going home is nothing more than a big cake for Shirley, she is destined to die in a foreign country.

Samuel twisted the handle, turned on the mechanism, and there was a rumbling sound from the depths.

The wall in front of the two slowly separated, and a dark passage appeared, leading to an unknown place.

"Your Highness Shirley, please follow me." Samuel led the way and waved to Shirley.

"Huh?" Shirley felt something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step back, "Where is this going? I'm afraid of the dark place."

"Don't be afraid, I just want you to see one thing. It concerns the entire elves. As Her Royal Highness, you really need to know." Samuel said seriously.

Shirley hesitated, thinking that Samuel, who is also an elf, shouldn't harm herself, right?

So Shirley nodded foolishly, and followed timidly.

"All right……"

The deep corridor faces downwards, making it difficult for people to see what is in the distance?

The slightest wind blows from the bottom, and it also has a faint smell, and it gets stronger as it goes down.

Everything seemed unusual, as if something was surging in the deep darkness.

Shirley was a little timid, her pointed ears moved slightly, alerting her surroundings.

She has been following Samuel closely, but she does not know that she is the most dangerous guy.

"Oh woo woo woo woo..."

There were eerie cries of ghosts, mixed with the sound of fingernails scratching the wall.

The combination makes people feel scalp numb, and immediately shudders.

"Aunt Samuel, what... what is this sound?" Shirley became more and more frightened.

"You'll find out soon."

Samuel didn't speak, the two turned a corner, and a horrifying scene appeared immediately

In the deep pit, countless ghouls screamed and climbed like a stack of arhats, trying to escape, but they were late for fresh flesh and blood.

Cannibalizing each other's kind, never satisfied, scarlet eyes flashing, forming a strange picture.

This situation directly frightened the poor Xue Li, she was speechless in a daze, her legs were weak, and she almost fell to the ground.

Although Shirley is also a magician, her talent is not good, she is just a small low-level, probably not even able to beat a ghoul.

"S... Aunt Samuel! Why are there so many ghouls here!?"

"I raised them, how about your Highness? Are my little pets cute?" Samuel stopped hiding himself, showing an extremely evil smile, and the corners of his mouth stretched to the ears.

Shirley took half a step back, her delicate body was trembling, and she stammered, "Why... why do you want to raise such an evil thing?"

"For the dreams of our black elves, and His Majesty Ashdoll's ambition and hegemony!" Samuel said with a wild smile.

"Black... black elf!?" Shirley's eyes widened in astonishment.

Samuel unceremoniously revealed his true face, retreated his white skin, and let his dark skin show, looking even more ferocious than before.

"Aunt Samuel, you...have you always belonged to a black elf?!" Shirley had an unbelievable expression, as if she couldn't accept the reality in front of her.

Due to historical issues among the elves, the treatment of the black elves is not very fair.

For example, an official at the level of a stationed ambassador would never allow a black elf to serve.

Moreover, there is an obvious gap between the white elves and the black elves. The most obvious manifestation is that after Shirley came back, she never spoke a word to Sharan and Shaprun.

Because they are black elves, although they are both elves, they are not of equal class at all. Black elves are much humbler than white elves.

"That's right, I'm a genuine black elf, and the white elf's appearance is just the result of taking potions regularly." Samuel said with a ferocious smile, and Shirley's fearful appearance in front of her made her feel very happy.

Shirley felt that she had fallen into a trap. There was something wrong. Samuel must be abnormal!

This embassy is not safe, I have to leave!

So Shirley turned around in a panic, trying to escape.

As a result, a sharp wall of wind appeared in front of her eyes, making it difficult for Shirley to move an inch, preventing her from escaping.

The wind wall built by the magic power of the holy rank is mixed with countless wind blades, making a terrifying sound of metal cutting, surging at a very high speed.

If Shirley dared to cross over by force, she would be cut into pieces and turned into a puddle of flesh and blood!