As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

If you let grandpa write a letter to him, will the problem be solved?

No matter how powerful the school principal is, he is still the dean of Wang Li Academy. Could his words be more effective than the king?

"go back!"

Turning the carriage around again, she found Bazel in a vase in the corridor.

"write a letter?"

The evil eye controlled by Bazel is so embarrassing:

"Although I can control his actions, handwriting contains rich personal habits."

"Unless he himself clearly remembers how to write, the king will not think he wrote it himself even if he reads it."

"If you didn't let him threaten the king, I can let him go there himself!"

After hearing its answer, the silver-haired girl completely lost her mind this time, and said angrily:

"It's good now, it's like breaking the last road."

——Frankly speaking, she really has the urge to fight with the witch now!

However, reason told her that doing so would lead to a dead end.

If he agrees to the conditions of the man in black, Elek might help her deal with the witch;

But let's not talk about whether the man in black is the witch's opponent. This kind of thing is equivalent to jumping from one fire pit to another fire pit. It does not solve the problem at all, but makes the problem more complicated.

"You think very clearly."

After knowing her thoughts, the housekeeper agreed:

"Ellick's ultimate goal is not to make you the king of the demons, but to use you to do something."

It expresses the true intention of the man in black:

"Although I don't know what that thing is, but believe me... If you listen to it, it will never end well."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work... Is there really no other way?"

The silver-haired girl sank down on the chair.

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At this moment, she suddenly recalled an unusual place.

"The staff at the gate of the principal's office?"

The silver-haired girl stood up abruptly from her seat, as if she had grasped an important flaw:

"She is the waiter in the VIP room... responsible for serving tea and pouring water, but not responsible for receiving guests outside the door!"

"—that person has a problem!"

In fact, after she came back from Wangli Academy, she had been vaguely feeling that something was not right.

But because there were too many things to think about, I didn't go into it carefully.

Now she finally understood what was wrong:

If the principal didn't want her to go to Farnes, why did he send someone here to deliver the letter?

Just block the news!

And the other party said that the principal is on the airship, is that true?

"—Airships have the function of invisibility, they cannot be seen by the naked eye when they are in the sky, and the stay time in each place is very short;"

The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became:

"Even if I only need to block the news for a long time, I will never be able to go to Farnes again. Why are you asking me to go to the academy?"

"Are you mad at me on purpose?"

"The head of the school is a little disrespectful, but it's not that boring!"

She went to the place where Bradley was hiding and found that the black knight had lost his ability to move.

And no matter how she called, there was no response, as if she had completely lost consciousness.

"Bazel, what happened to my grandpa Bradley?"

She immediately called the housekeeper over and asked anxiously.

"Someone imprisoned his soul."

The butler saw the reason at a glance:

"It was done so skillfully that my crown lost its effect."

"You are the undead king, how could you make such a mistake?"

The silver-haired girl frowned and said:

"Could it be your own fault?"

"Hey, hey... our enemy is that great witch, who can rival the existence of the gods!"

The butler called Qu and said:

"I'm just a lich who has lost power, how can I be her opponent?"

It turns out that this guy is a lich.

The silver-haired girl accidentally obtained a piece of information:

Do I want to have another King Wu Meow as my subordinate in the future?

But now she didn't have time to think about it.

——The methods used by the enemy are not brutal.

But it was entwined layer by layer like a dense spider web, leaving her no chance of struggling.

The silver-haired girl began to stand there and seriously think about how to fight back in this almost desperate situation.

"I currently have three biggest reliances."

She calmly sorted out her hole cards:

"First, the system. Second, the divinity value. Third, the devil's skill!"

Among them, the system can play a limited role, and it will not help her for the time being.

The divinity value can be tried.

It's a pity that she only knows that this thing can make weapons sharper and have miraculous effects in the spiritual field, but now she doesn't need to fight with people.

Demon king skills have a wide range of uses. They can disguise their identities and control other people's spirits...but once they are used, their abilities will be exposed.

Is it really okay to let that witch know that she has the power of a demon king?

Just when she was at a loss, Prime Minister Christopher suddenly visited her.

"The prime minister must be very busy, why do I see you so often these days?"

Because she was in a bad mood, she was no longer polite to the old prime minister, and said sarcastically:

"Are you here today to ask for thanks, let me thank you for recommending me to be a viscount, and then giving me Moria?"

"It's doing this to protect you."

The old prime minister didn't show any anger, and explained plainly:

"The king seems to be jealous of you. I rarely see him showing that expression."

"Whenever he shows that expression, it's a sign that he's going to kill anyone regardless."

"Then let him kill me."

The silver-haired girl laughed out of anger:

The trial the witch gave herself was that she couldn't take the initiative to kill people. If the king really came to trouble her, wouldn't she allow herself to fight back?

Maybe, this is an opportunity to get out of the predicament instead!

"Don't say such things, and don't feel resentful."

The old prime minister sighed:

"You can be said to be the benefactor of the entire Poltan Kingdom...how can I repay my kindness?"

"Work hard to strengthen yourself, Egwen Garcia, and then come back here again, back to the capital."

He looked at the silver-haired girl with sincere eyes:

"At that time, it doesn't matter whether you want to be the marshal or the commander of the Knights—even if you want my prime minister position, I can give it to you."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in these."

Seeing the other party's attitude so submissive, the silver-haired girl's anger disappeared a lot:

"If you're going to help me, help me find Director Stanford and ask him why he won't let me go to Farnes."

"He won't let you go to the kingdom of magic?"

The old prime minister frowned:

"I've never heard of such a thing."

He stood there thinking for a while, then said to the silver-haired girl:

"Wait a minute, I'll find someone to ask about the situation."

Less than 10 minutes later, a pigeon flew over and sent back a message from the airship.

"The headmaster didn't issue that kind of order, it was the king who gave the order!"

The old prime minister said a shocking fact:

"I don't understand why His Majesty would do this, but I can't stop the order that has been issued."

He showed a helpless look: