Chapter 1850 - 510: Left Hand, Right Hand—Both Are the Demon King's Guns_5

In the Aus Calendar year 1054, whether in Hell or on the Earth surface, being a servant to the nobles was definitely a stable job, especially when serving those well-known nobles.

After all, in this old era where humanistic thought had just begun to sprout, the vast majority of people were either farming tools or food in the bowl.

Turning from a solitary orphan into a bowl of food, wasn't that a leap in class?

Moreover, this bowl of food could be passed down from generation to generation.

And so, Thunder City saw another batch of "demons" walking under the sun.

Furthermore, they were those who came from Demon City.

These servants hardly interacted with the outside world, even the procurement of supplies was directly delivered by the Demon King's servants from the more "evil" Silver Pine Town or even North Peak City in the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range.

Therefore, even though there was a church of Saint Sis just five hundred meters away from the manor, there was no chance of being exposed.

Who dares to challenge the Prince?

If the Prince delayed his actions even slightly, the next day, the railway tracks of the royal railway group would pass right in front of the church.

The maid with fox ears drooping pushed the dining cart and placed the dishes on the table covered with white cloth. Another tall maid carefully arranged the knives and forks, and were it not for the sheep tail beneath her skirt, her appearance would be almost indistinguishable from humans.

Including the attendant standing by the door, whose distinguishing feature was scales on his ankles. Also, the attendant responsible for measuring the spacing between the tableware, if looked closely, his starry pupils differed from normal people.

Seeing her favorite food, Vivian's face lit up with happiness, her eyes turning into moist hearts of joy.

"Dear brother, was this prepared especially for me? Gee... my heart is racing! Is this what becoming an adult feels like?"

Seeing Vivian, who was starting to act crazy accompanied by panting sounds early in the morning, Luo Yan lightly waved his magic wand, making her calm down a bit before she could pounce to grab more food.

"It wasn't prepared especially for you, Nanfu has a share too, so you need not be so excited... Also, don't make a mess with the food; remember to rinse your mouth when you're done."

Invisible pressure pressed on Vivian's shoulders, causing the small apricot wrapped in deep purple satin to sink deeply into the velvet cushion of the dining chair.

"Ngh, nngg…"

Such terrifying magic power!

The more Vivian squirmed restlessly, the deeper she sank.

Those crimson pupils also became increasingly intoxicated due to the pressure on her shoulders, causing even the spellcaster to experience a counterattack, feeling the magic wand getting hot in hand.

What kind of "magic counterattack" is this?!

Fortunately, Luo Yan's shock did not last too long.

When Vivian heard a certain unnecessary name, her eyes of self-indulgence instantly showed a hint of killing intent.

Feeling the inexplicable animosity drifting in from the side, the cautious Nanfu's shoulders trembled, almost dropping the soup spoon onto the plate.

He turned his head timidly.

"Brother, big brother... How about I give my share to the elder sister? I, I actually don't really like Minotaur's blood."

In this era, there were still Blood Race who didn't like blood; the demons of Demon City were truly becoming more decadent.

Luo Yan glanced at Nanfu.

"Nanfu, have you forgotten what I taught you? Don't give everything away just because someone gives you a look."

"But... but she's Vivian."

"No matter who she is, you should look back at her the same way she looks at you. Use your courage to tell her, this is your stuff, either she crosses over your corpse, or exchanges something for it."

Nanfu: "???"

Half of Vivian's quirks were spoiled by her weak father, and the other half by the timid Nanfu.

To make Vivian behave normally, it's not enough just to correct her; Nanfu has to be straightened out too.

This is also for Nanfu's own good.

He didn't want his brother to become a mere follower; now's the chance to make a change.

Under the watch of the terrifying Luo Yan Councillor, Nanfu's shoulders trembled slightly, his body shrinking even smaller.

Me?

Glare at Vivian?

With the strength of a Silver Level Blood Race, challenging a Platinum Level prodigy Blood Race girl, the future Vampire Prince...

He thought perhaps dying would be easier.

Although fearful, Nanfu wasn't stupid.

Luo Yan Councillor was undoubtedly scary, but wouldn't truly harm him, moreover, this authority has a time-limit.

Once back to Demon City, he and Vivian would have ample time meeting, dare not offend this princess.

No Demons' offspring in Demon City weren't afraid of her.

The chain of fear formed a closed loop, silently flowing across the table where only three dining.

Seeing the timid Nanfu and the authoritative brother, Vivian's cheeks couldn't help but blush.

Ah...

That's the flavor.

The silent fear blossoming among the blood truly intoxicated!

If only some Holy Light as seasoning would be perfect.

"Hahahahaha…" Youyou laughed, rolling all over the floor, being particularly unrestrained in the spacious dining room.

And this laughter was heard by Luo Yan alone.

He sighed, deeply sympathizing with the helplessness Divine experienced when facing an M.

When every punishment is understood as a reward, neither Saint Sis nor Demon God could figure out what to do.

Compared to family matters, playing chess seems easier after all...

'Lord Demon King, Youyou has a trick to make your dining room quietly regain its light—'

'Youyou, silence.'

'Ugh... Lord Demon King, at least hear Youyou out before making Your decision?'

Ignoring Youyou's gut full of grievances, Luo Yan calmly lifted the teacup, moistening his parched throat.

At this moment, a servant dressed as a steward walked into the dining room, stopping beside the long table.

"Your Highness, a gentleman is awaiting at the manor's gate, claiming to have come by your invitation, though lacking an invitation letter."

Such people appear every day, Luo Yan casually asked.

"Who?"

The servant respectfully replied.

"He's called Keynes, claiming to be a professor from the Academic State."