The Dragon Race Maiden hadn’t finished her silent contemplation before Bichu’er summoned her to the cave hall.
Bichu’er sat on the leader’s chair, looking down at Lita from above.
"Did you need something from me, Lord Bichu’er?"
The Dragon Race Maiden composed herself and switched her identity to Lita.
Bichu’er, elderly and frail, squinted his eyes, shooting a look from the crevices towards the Dragon Race Maiden.
"Lita, lately it seems too quiet in the cave, much more silent than before..."
The Dragon Race Maiden didn’t immediately know how to reply.
Of course, those who could run have run off, and those who couldn’t are being chased and beaten by Shami outside!
"My eyelids have been twitching all morning, the last time they twitched this much was the day I escaped from Luwaka..."
"You probably didn’t sleep well last night, Lord Bichu’er."
The Dragon Race Maiden responded perfunctorily.
Suddenly, Bichu’er leaned forward, opening his murky eyes wide and staring directly at the Dragon Race Maiden, akin to two sharp arrows.
"You’re the undercover agent, aren’t you, Lita?"
The Dragon Race Maiden’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a chill all over, and she swallowed stiffly.
When was she discovered?
"W-what are you saying, Lord Bichu’er? I don’t quite understand..."
"Tell me, who sent you?"
Bichu’er stood up, slowly approaching the Dragon Race Maiden, as a vortex of black power formed in his hand.
The Dragon Race Maiden sank into despair, quickly recalling her actions over the past few days.
Apart from shutting herself in the bathroom every morning for half an hour, there should be no other suspicious activity!
In this urgent moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but eventually, she resisted the urge to flee.
She was confident in her disguise, especially in this dim cave environment, there’s no way anyone could know her true identity.
"I came here on my own, Lord Bichu’er. Tory forcibly took my wife, and my desire for revenge, you know of that, don’t you?"
The Dragon Race Maiden quickly pledged her allegiance.
After a quiet moment, the power vortex in Bichu’er’s hand slowly dissipated, and his withered face showed a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Rest assured... I’m just running a test... After all, it’s someone close by..."
The overly cautious Bichu’er conducts this kind of experiment on his close associates almost regularly, judging their loyalty by their reactions.
Seeing the Minotaur in front of him with no unusual behavior, Bichu’er was at ease.
"Lita, you’re the one I trust the most..."
What kind of trust is that, if you really trusted me, you wouldn’t resort to such tests?
The Dragon Race Maiden’s heart gradually relaxed.
Alright then, that’s how we’re playing it.
Having just recovered from self-isolation, she almost lost her resolve and thought of running away; luckily, she held her ground, or her undercover identity would have been exposed.
When Shami arrives, you’ll definitely receive the most intimate betrayal, you old coot!
At this moment, a skeleton soldier appeared in the hall, hurriedly reporting to Bichu’er.
"Report! We’ve discovered the presence of the new Demon King!"
"What? They’ve finally shown themselves?"
Bichu’er perked up, waving his old hand.
"Gather the leaders of the various tribes. You continue to scout and report back."
"Report back! The new Demon King is just inside the passage leading here!"
The skeleton soldier trembled.
Bichu’er exclaimed sharply.
In the next moment, Shami’s four-member team appeared at the entrance of the cave hall, slowly walking in.
The Dragon Race Maiden’s face beamed with joy beside Bichu’er.
"This place is quite something."
The Elf Maiden looked around as if on a sightseeing tour.
"That person must be the boss, right?"
The white-haired girl glared fiercely at the elderly figure on the high platform.
Is that old undead the culprit for disturbing Shami prprpr her body?
"If a fight breaks out here, it’s spacious enough, and magic can be unleashed freely."
The Magical Girl murmured.
Shami looked towards the high platform, meeting the odd gaze of Bichu’er.
Bichu’er was extremely puzzled inside.
He had anticipated the new Demon King would come to him, but the speed was astonishing!
Where’s the Minotaur Tribe, Rolling Stone Spirit Tribe, Zombie Tribe, Skeleton Race Tribe?
How did they get to the doorstep so quickly!
"You must be Bichu’er."
Shami tilted his head, looking at the figure of the shriveled, small elder.
"Are you the new Demon King heir, the black-haired lad?"
Bichu’er looked over with heightened caution, showing a disdainful smile upon seeing the three maidens beside Shami.
"Using these vase-like figures as Demon Envoys? Black-haired lad, you’re still too young; this lineup looks like child’s play."
The three maidens simultaneously showed discontent.
Shami attempted to extract some information from Bichu’er.
"Bichu’er, why did you betray Luwaka, and how did you break free from the Demon Envoy Contract?"
Shami questioned Bichu’er about his betrayal.
Bichu’er snorted coldly, half fading into the darkness.
"What reason is there? Of course, it’s because following Luwaka leads nowhere! I am the most qualified to become the Demon King in this world! Had I been in Luwaka’s position, this continent would already be under the dominion of the demonic race!"
Bichu’er spread his arms by his sides.
Shami was taken aback.
Encountered with a truly pure, classic villain!
"At this point, discussing the past has little interest. New Demon King, you have two choices, either willingly hand over the Demon King’s Power to let me become the current Demon King, or die along with those beside you."