The purple-haired girl felt much more comfortable this way, and her sobbing became much quieter.
Shami said gently, "Stay there for another week, I’ll be taking action against them soon."
The purple-haired girl’s small face suddenly lifted, looking angrily at Shami.
"Week after week, if I stay there any longer, I’ll become Bichu’er’s chief advisor! What if you decide to deal with me too?"
"Such rapid progress! Last week you were just the elder in charge of money in the Minotaur Tribe!"
Shami was startled by the purple-haired girl’s rapid rise in her undercover mission.
"Because Bichu’er wants to support a new Minotaur Chief to counter Tory, so after Tory introduced me to Bichu’er, Bichu’er’s relatives secretly hinted to recruit me."
"Since you came to see me, you must have gathered quite a bit of new intelligence, right?"
Shami glanced at the purple-haired girl’s cheek leaning against the upper left of his chest.
The purple-haired girl nodded.
She carefully recalled her days living as Lita in the Minotaur Tribe and detailed to Shami the intelligence she had gathered.
From the situation in the Minotaur Tribe, to the locations of the other two monsters, and then to Bichu’er’s base camp.
"Bichu’er is a very cautious person. In the cave with Bichu’er, I almost never saw his appearance, nor do I know much about his plans and the troop arrangements around the cave..."
Shami had already obtained plenty of intelligence from Elze.
"Oh, by the way, I gotta leave. Although Bichu’er wants to recruit me, he’s been sending people to monitor my actions and wants to conduct a political review. I have to go back."
Even though she verbally resisted going back to the Minotaur Tribe, the purple-haired girl’s body was obediently carrying out the task.
Shami looked at the purple-haired girl with a touch of emotion.
The Demon Race needs such proactive individuals!
"Elze, once you’ve completed the task, would you like to become my Demon Envoy?"
The purple-haired girl was taken aback.
This was a very tempting olive branch extended by the Demon King.
As a Demon Envoy, Elze had heard, signing a contract with the Demon King could grant one immense power, but you must follow the Demon King and become his person.
Sign a contract with Shami and become his Demon Envoy?
It sounded very tempting, but equally dangerous.
Becoming a Demon Envoy meant becoming the Demon Race’s person, forever opposing the continent.
The girl’s mind was filled with contemplation.
At this time, Shami sensed activity from the Demon King Ring.
"Hold on a moment. —Lina?"
"Sha, Shami, this is my first time contacting you in this manner. There’s nothing special, just wanted to let you know, Harlan and I have left the Primitive Forest and are now in a small human town. We’re planning to head towards the capital of Fess Kingdom."
A voice came from the ring, it was the white-haired girl.
Turns out she was reporting her outside situation.
Shami was pleased about this.
The purple-haired girl looked surprisingly at the ring on Shami’s hand.
"This ring has communication capabilities? As an undercover agent, I don’t have one?!"
The voice through the ring initially puzzled the purple-haired girl a bit, but upon listening closely, wasn’t it the white-haired girl from the beach encounter back then?
"Oh, are there other girls by Shami’s side? Why did I hear another girl’s voice?"
The white-haired girl’s words made Shami tense up instantly.
Although he didn’t know why, but it was more nerve-wracking than the thought of his hidden books leaking from the Demon King Ring!
Shami instinctively pulled back his hands, the hand resting on the purple-haired girl’s waist instinctively embraced her, and her chest pressed against him just as fervently as the white-haired girl.
"No, you must’ve heard wrong."
Originally, Shami wanted to say Elze joined in, and it was Elze by his side.
But thinking that if the white-haired girl knew there was another girl beside him, it would surely cloud her hard-earned pure cultivation heart, he temporarily decided to deny it.
The white-haired girl on the ring murmured quietly, seemingly still having doubts.
Listening to Shami trick the white-haired girl, the purple-haired girl stared blankly at Shami’s chin as her eyes gradually grew hazy.
The warmth from being held close, feeling the temperature radiating from Shami’s chest, her heartbeat started accelerating, eliciting a peculiar warm and tingling sensation within her.
Especially hearing the silly and innocent voice of the white-haired girl, she couldn’t help but lick her lips and let out a soft sound again.
If while listening to the white-haired girl’s voice, teasing Shami with her body, witnessing the reaction to gradually make the white-haired girl realize something’s off, that scene would certainly be stimulating...
Just thinking about this scenario made her body feel heated up.
Was this how Tory felt tied to the chair and working with Lita’s wife back then?
The purple-haired girl swallowed hard.
After undercover in the Minotaur Tribe for nearly half a month, a strange attribute surfaced in the purple-haired girl’s mind!
After hanging up the communication with the white-haired girl, Shami glanced at the purple-haired girl clinging to his clothes.
"It’s time to head back."
The purple-haired girl snapped out of her fantasies, stepped back two paces, and dusted off her dress.
Halfway through her steps, the purple-haired girl turned back.
"By the way, about becoming your Demon Envoy, I’ll need to think more about it..."
Shami wasn’t eager about this.
The purple-haired girl found a secluded corner, transformed into Minotaur Lita, and headed back to the Minotaur Tribe.
The purple-haired girl’s undercover journey began anew.
Shami busied himself as well.
Based on the intelligence brought back by the purple-haired girl, Shami organized the local power distribution map, showing the positions and strengths of various tribes, including Bichu’er’s location.
The Betrayer Mage, Bichu’er, had under him four demon races: Minotaur, Rolling Stone Spirit, Zombie Race, and Skeleton Race.
Currently, it was certain that among Bichu’er’s Minotaur tribe, even if Minotaurs came to seek refuge, he would not accept a single Minotaur.
Having betrayed Luwaka and then Bichu’er consecutively, keeping such a Minotaur by his side would definitely pose a hidden risk.
Moreover, in the pure faction of the demon race, how could one let deviant Minotaurs emerge?
Currently, besides the main base, the Minotaur tribe still had two branch tribes that hadn’t been destroyed.
Shami arranged for the pink Minotaur Chief and Jelly to lead their subordinates to tackle the two Minotaur branch tribes, to weaken the strength of the Minotaur tribe.
As for him, he headed to the mine where the Rolling Stone Spirit were located to inquire why they would betray.
The mountain foothills in this area were virtually devoid of any trees, even the mountains themselves were composed of exposed rocks.
Around the foot of the mountain, variously sized stones were scattered randomly, stones of different shapes, some palm-sized, some large enough to be boulders. Some stones were oval, others square-shaped, and some were irregularly shaped oddities.
Below the mountainside, the view included mostly these stones.
Although it seemed tranquil here, occasionally some wild small animals darted among the stones.
But this is precisely the main camp of the Rolling Stone Spirit.
If you look closely, you can discover that many stones here are subtly moving, quietly altering the landscape.
The Rolling Stone Spirit race, within the demon race, is considered a mundane monster. As the name suggests, this is a tribe born of rocks.
At any time, the Rolling Stone Spirit was an important monster sought by human adventuring and mercenary groups.
Because within the Rolling Stone Spirit, a very rare and precious metal—gold, could form.
However, the Rolling Stone Spirit’s disguise ability is strong; they can camouflage themselves as ordinary stones, hidden throughout various mountainous terrains.
Therefore, searching for Rolling Stone Spirits is not effortlessly accomplished.
As Rolling Stone Spirits do not require food, there is generally not much activity.
Yet, even though it may seem very quiet here, in reality, there’s constant dialogue happening among the Rolling Stone Spirits.
’Seems to be a villager.’
’What are you doing?’
Amidst this area filled with Rolling Stone Spirits, a figure slowly walked in through the entrance between two mountain foothills.