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"Mr. Yulian, are you sure you want to say it?"
Flenna looked at Yulian, her tone a little uncertain.
After all, this involved something deep, not ordinary conversation.
"Hmm?"
Frieren tilted her head slightly, her gaze also on Yulian.
"Ho ho—"
"If it's something very important, you don't have to say it."
Heiter waved his hand, as always considerate of others and not forcing them.
The suddenly gathered gazes made Yulian very uncomfortable.
He didn't like being watched by multiple eyes, especially staring intently.
Fortunately, Yulian didn't dislike the owners of these three pairs of eyes, so he could tolerate it.
"Could it be that there's some secret involved?"
Yulian endured the discomfort, furrowing his brows.
How did he not know that Flenna had such a secret?
No, it seemed more normal that he himself didn't know Flenna's secret.
Heh, a useless Demon King like himself.
"Actually, it's not really a secret..."
Flenna's beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.
For some reason, she felt that the Demon King was acting strange, quite uncharacteristic.
Was it because of what she just said?
But she was clearly seriously asking for the Demon King's opinion...
Could it be that the Demon King was jealous because she took it upon herself to go sleep with Miss Frieren yesterday?
After all, she was the Demon King's fiancée, no matter how you looked at it...
Flenna felt her mind was a mess, and she didn't feel beautiful at all.
After decades of getting along, the Demon King shouldn't be someone who gets angry so easily...
"It is said that our Snow Demon Race's original name was Snow Tribe."
"It was because we were once protected by a Greater Demon that we joined the Demon Race."
Flenna bit her index finger, which was like jade.
"Protected by a Greater Demon?"
"Yes, but I don't remember the name of that great being either."
Flenna nodded, sighing with a bit of regret.
"I knew it. That's why I didn't feel the aura of the Demon Race from you."
"In contrast, it felt as familiar as when I'm interacting with nature."
Frieren seemed to have found the answer, a smile appearing on her face.
"Looking at it this way, a lot of things make sense."
As the gazes left him, Yulian felt much more comfortable, and the smile on his face became much more relaxed.
It was just, unfortunately, "I thought I had found an example of the Demon Race, Elves, and humans coexisting peacefully."
"Actually, we do have examples like that."
Heiter said, a light flashing in his eyes.
"Really, truly?"
Yulian clearly didn't believe it. The Demon Race and humans coexisting peacefully?
Aside from Solitär and that guy Macht, Yulian didn't think there were any other freaks in the Demon Race who would be willing to coexist with humans, who were like food to them.
This was Yulian's biggest challenge as the Demon King!
Unlike Elves, the Demon Race, lacking emotions, simply couldn't coexist with humans!
"Ho ho, aren't you one?"
Heiter's voice, full of laughter, hit the nail on the head.
"So that means—this guy Yulian is a rare creature!"
Frieren's large emerald eyes widened slightly in surprise.
A Demon who coexists peacefully with humans!
She had been with him for so long and hadn't even noticed!
"Mr. Yulian, it looks like you can tell us why you, as a member of the Demon Race, can coexist peacefully with everyone~"
Seeing Yulian return to his usual state, Flenna covered her mouth and teased with a smile.
Can I say it's because my soul is human, and that's why I can do it?
After revealing the truth, Yulian seemed listless instead.
"Me?"
"I don't count."
"If you really want to find such members of the Demon Race, you should go ask Macht and Solitär."
"Macht of the Golden Land?"
Heiter was a little surprised.
"...Mm."
Yulian realized he had said a bit too much and quickly closed his mouth.
No matter how Frieren and Heiter questioned him about Solitär, he would not answer again.
"Honestly, I'm a little curious about your identity."
Heiter's eyes were full of deep meaning, as if trying to see through Yulian.
Unfortunately, Yulian showed no further flaws.
"Mr. Yulian must also be an extraordinary Greater Demon."
Heiter smiled a bit self-deprecatingly.
After all, it was his own problem that he had only discovered this after so long.
Had he really gotten old...
"I'm going to take food to Fern, you guys chat."
Yulian slipped away.
He couldn't stay for another minute.
"Still the same... Mr. Yulian."
Flenna rested her chin on one hand, watching Yulian's retreating back with a helpless look.
The distance between the Forest and the Holy Capital was not very far.
After heating up the rice balls he made yesterday and taking them to Fern, Yulian used flying Magic and quickly arrived at the edge of the Holy Capital.
It was a magnificent large city.
In the southern kingdoms, such a large city could even be called the capital of a large kingdom.
However, Yulian didn't really like such large cities.
Because it meant a concentration of wealth.
The number of nobles here would be enormous.
"Stop."
A guard stopped Yulian.
Yulian looked up at the guard, their eyes meeting.
"I hate road tolls."
"And entrance fees too."
After paying a silver coin entrance fee at the city gate, Yulian successfully entered this unpleasant city.
The Holy Capital was sacred.
This was the location of the main bishopric of the Goddess Church in the central kingdoms, where countless excellent monks practiced and sought enlightenment, and the name Holy Capital was the best proof.
The Holy Capital was prosperous.
It was very close to the royal capital, located at a transportation hub, built around the city by mountains and rivers. The rich resources and convenient transportation made its prosperity even comparable to the royal capital, if not surpassing it.
Compared to the wooden houses in villages and ordinary towns, multi-story and complex buildings were common here.
The streets and alleys were filled with bustling shops, and the cries of small vendors were endless. Only nobles riding carriages through the city had a natural path.
It might sound a bit exaggerated, but that was the reality.
Nobles didn't need to stop at all; the crowd would naturally avoid the carriages, creating a natural path through the busy people.
"Hurry and squeeze!"
"Baron Hamas's carriage is coming!"
"Make way! Make way!"
"Damn it!"
"Don't you want to live!"
Unfortunately, Yulian became one of the crowd.
A burly man grabbed Yulian by the collar, a brutal expression on his face.
"?"
Yulian didn't react, and his whole body was already thrown to the side of the road.
He landed steadily. What Yulian didn't expect was that someone would dare to lay a hand on him directly.
Good, very good.
Yulian's face turned dark, his fists clenched tighter and tighter.
In a fit of rage!
He raged for a moment...
"Get out, get out!"
The burly man roared, and the crowd quickly retreated, A wide path was thus opened.
A few seconds later, the sound of wheels was heard, and an exquisite carriage sped through the crowd.
"I hate nobles."
Yulian muttered in the re-gathered crowd with a dark face, but he made no move.
The people around him heard Yulian's words but just silently kept a little distance from him.
"Do you want to die?"
"Talking about Baron Hamas."
Someone said in a low voice.
But Yulian couldn't find out who said it, or perhaps everyone said it together.
"Hoo..."
Yulian took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and walked towards the center of the Holy Capital.
He naturally had important business in the Holy Capital.
Avoiding trouble as much as possible had always been Yulian's approach in human territory.
It was just a bit regrettable, regrettable that he didn't bring Flenna.
Step back and the sea is vast and the sky is wide?
Step back and the more you think about it, the angrier you get!
Yulian hadn't walked many steps before he turned around and memorized the appearance of the bald man.
Just you wait!
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