Novel Full Chapter 226 - Fenriri Wants To Save Food
Knowing what the emperor was thinking about, one of the subordinates quickly said, "Your Majesty does not need to worry about the Lord's identity being exposed to the guests at once."
"The Lord's…carefree actions… have made everyone suspect that the Lord is the spoiled son of some powerful commander. Truth be told, this subordinate would have thought the person was a beggar who escaped a mental institution if this subordinate was not aware it was the Lord behind the red oni mask."
"Watch your tongue, soldier! That is the Lord you are talking about," Emperor Polemos reprimanded with a stern glare, causing the subordinate to break into cold sweats immediately.
Shortly after, the subordinate dropped to his knees and said, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. This subordinate has spoken impudently."
"Tell me the details of the situation at the banquet," Emperor Polemos demanded with a frown.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After the subordinate quickly recounted the details of the event, Polemos quickly understood the whole picture.
However, his brows knitted together with deeper worry.
The Lord was just being himself, oblivious to the theme of the masked event. Every remark made by the Lord at the event was not wrong because, after all, he is the Dark Lord!
The one with the highest authority!
However, the guests are unaware of the Lord's identity. As such, the Lord's remarks were taken as a great disrespect to him, their emperor!
Nevertheless, if the guest continues defending his honor and offends the Lord, they might just die a meaningless dog's death due to the Lord's temper!
Polemos did not want his high-ranking subordinates and important guests to die for no reason.
"You said not to worry? It would be a bigger problem if they did not figure out that the Lord is the one behind the red oni mask! How many people do you think will die, hmm?!" Emperor Polemos snapped at the subordinate.
"Dammit, this will not do. I will need to make an appearance and absolve this problem before it spirals out of control," Emperor Polemos frowned before ordering the other subordinates in the control center, "Take care of matters here while I am gone!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the control team complied.
Shortly after, Emperor Polemos took two subordinates and headed to the ongoing banquet on the first ring.
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At that moment, the frog-masked young master already had his neck grasped by Albion and lifted into the air.
"You said you can kill me, and no one will say anything, but that is incorrect. Instead, it should be said that I can kill you as simple as snapping a finger, and Polemos will not do anything about it," Albion casually said while tightening his grip slightly.
The frog-masked young master began suffocating, but he still gritted his teeth and spat, "Once again, you disrespect my emperor with blatant boasting! Who gives you such courage?!"
"What do you think?" Albion responded nonchalantly before tossing the person to the side and said, "At least you are loyal to Polemos. As such, I will spare you. Now, piss off and let me enjoy my meal in peace."
In multiple instances, Xiao Pipi wanted to intervene, and Albion from getting himself in deeper trouble.
However, he was stopped by Xiao Hua each time.
Xiao Hua eventually managed to make her father give up his intention to intervene entirely before he turned on her and said, "What are you doing, Hua-er? Do you want him to die?"
"Don't worry, father. Nobody can hurt Big Brother Albion. Not even Emperor Polemos," Xiao Hua responded confidently.
Xiao Pipi was immediately shocked and covered Xiao Hua's mouth, glancing left and right, before finally turning back on his daughter and admonished with a hushed tone, "Are you tired of living, Hua-er? Look at you; you're speaking like him now! Do you think he is the…!"
Xiao Pipi suddenly stopped talking while his eyes widened.
"I didn't say anything," Xiao Hua grinned under her mask.
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Meanwhile, none of the guests dared to bother Albion further.
They believed words would have reached the emperor and the Dark Lord by now, whether they were hidden among them or not.
It was just a matter of time before the troublemaker was dealt with.
Nevertheless, they surrounded Albion and Fenriri but still kept their distance as they watched the two resumed eating like pigs.
'Eat, eat all you want! You are going to be dead soon!' a guest thought.
"Master, are we trouble?" Fenriri asked.
"No. Of course, not." Albion shook his head and said casually, "No one can give us trouble, nor anyone can give us trouble."
"Oh," Fenriri uttered.
Shortly after, she used a disposable bag presented at the table and began dumping food into it with one hand before Albion furrowed his brows.
"What are you doing? Why are you wasting food?"
"Fenriri isn't wasting food, Master. Fenriri is saving them!"
Albion's frown deepened as he gazed at Fenriri mix the variety of food in the disposable bag before he said, "That's not how you save them. Mix them together like that ruins their taste. Why are you trying to save them, anyway? Are you full already?"
"No, Fenriri is not full yet," Fenriri shook her head and said, "However, such good things should not be enjoyed by Fenriri alone. Fenriri wants to take some back for my sister to enjoy."
"I see. So that's the case," Albion understood.
How thoughtful.
Nevertheless, Albion could not help but feel amused, causing his mouth to form a smile before he said, "Well, your sister will certainly enjoy the food you bring her, even if it is mixed like that. But do you know what we call food that became like this?"
"What do you call it, Master?" Fenriri asked with curiosity.
"We call it dog food, hahaha!" Albion laughed before it quickly died down, "Ha…ha…ha... Wasn't funny, huh?"
"Stop—!!!"
At that moment, Polemos finally arrived at the banquet and saw the gathered crowd before he suddenly shouted with a resounding voice, thinking someone might die if he did not stop the conflict immediately.
However, there was no conflict.
"The emperor is here!"
The crowd quickly began excited and cleared a path straight to the troublemaker's table before the Albion turned around with a frown.
"What is it, Polemos? You're not going to let me eat at my own welcoming banquet, huh?"