The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

Prue Chinera nodded approvingly. "It is a great deed that can only be achieved by the Supreme Being."

"That's right, only the Supreme Being can achieve greatness." Demiurge opened his hand. "Because the only one in this world who can reach the level of Ainz-sama is the Supreme Being."

Demiurge declared loudly, his voice trembling almost with joy.

Needless to say anything else, it can be recognized by Ainz-sama, and may not be inferior to Ainz-sama.Then, Demiurge would have to admit her.

"Master Demiurge?"

"I'm fine." Demiurge took off his glasses.

"I'm just too happy, so happy that I'm about to cry—Pluchinella, do you understand that every time I talk to Lord Ainz, I'm delighted by his wisdom as deep as the sea."

After wiping it with a handkerchief, Demiurge put his glasses back on.

"And now, there is one more Supreme Being on the same level as Ainz-sama."

Demiurge looked at the painting hanging on the wall.

The woman sat on the throne, lazily half-turned, and the priestess who was kneeling on the ground supported her arm.

"Even Aurel Omega was impressed by her—you may not know that priestess, who is the same level as our floor guardian in Nazarick." Demiurge said.

The whole painting presents a cool and dark tone, and the light shines down obliquely from the upper left, illuminating the long horns on the woman's head and her eyes.

"I have to say that the artist of this painting, Lord Pandora, is truly a genius." The clown said. "The horns are a symbol of strength, and the eyes are a symbol of wisdom. These two parts are completely highlighted."

"That's true." Demiurge nodded. "Especially the eyes, that look down—lazy, calm, indifferent, leisurely, noble eyes, just looking at it, makes people tremble with the profound wisdom contained in it."

"It's a little different from Ainz-sama's eyes."

The joker's words made Demiurge fall into deep thought.

"The king, and the overlord." The clown continued.

After thinking for a long time, Demiurge said.

"You mean... I understand." Demiurge applauded. "So it is, so it is!"

Although he looks crazy, maybe it is such a person who is unexpectedly very transparent in wisdom.

"Pluchinella." Reluctantly turning his gaze away from the scroll, Demiurge looked at the clown. "Is there work to report?"

"About the skinning, there is something to report." Pruzinera said. "However, I think there are more important things to tell you, so let's put the matter of the ranch aside."

"Oh?" Demiurge became interested. "how?"

"Someone wants to see you."

"Who."

"It's a girl named Lilith."

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Demiurge had the habit of actively searching for information.

There is an old saying: Before soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first.It is a metaphor to make preparations in advance before doing something.However, the truly complete preparations do not start with food, but with intelligence.

That's right, the first condition for victory in a war is money and food, and the other is intelligence.Ancient and modern routine.That side has enough food and soldiers, and has more sources of intelligence, so the possibility of victory is greater.

When the hard power of the two parties in the war is close, the party with the intelligence advantage is more likely to win.If the enemy's key intelligence is obtained and used well, sometimes the weak side can turn defeat into victory.

Although so far, almost all the actions of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick are based on the complete crushing of hard power, that is, they are completed under the situation of "push the past and win".Demiurge still did not ignore the importance of information.

For Demiurge, the most important thing in the near future is undoubtedly the return of the Supreme Being.It has been three days so far.

In three days, if he has not been able to obtain the most basic information, then he is somewhat unqualified as the chief wise general and commander of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

"Lilith, it's the supreme being—Aya-sama's servant, isn't it?" Demiurge pushed his glasses.

"Yes, Lord Demiurge, do you know her?"

"Let's just hear her name and understand some basic information." Demiurge spread his hands. "However, I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

Demiurge has been active in the Holy Kingdom for the past few days, and since he didn't return to Nazarick, he naturally didn't have the chance to see Aya and her retinue with his own eyes.

"Originally, I wanted to go back to Nazarick to visit tomorrow, but I didn't expect that there would be someone who would take the initiative to find me—no, it's possible that they didn't find me, but found the 'Ranch'."

Demiurge smiled.

He had a hunch that the other party should be a rather interesting person.

"Pluchinella, do you think this room is too shabby for receiving guests?" Demiurge asked.

"Because it's just the ranch manager's studio, without any extra decoration, it's really a bit rudimentary as a place to receive guests." The clown responded.

"Let's think about it... decorating this room to the point where it's not rude to entertain guests, is fifteen minutes enough?"

"I think ten minutes is enough—but please give me another five minutes. I think I need to prepare some food and drink."

"Then it's hard work for you." Demiurge said. "There is also a lady who is a guest, and some things need to be considered in this regard, so keep this in mind."

"Understood." Prue Zinera bowed deeply.

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"Miss Lilith." Ten minutes and thirty seconds later, Demiurge appeared at the gate of the ranch. "I kept you waiting for a long time."