Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 255 Reinforcements
He looked older than in the portrait, with a wrinkled face, a hunched back, and gray hair; only his horns appeared heavier than in the portrait.

Only a portion of the demon race are long-lived, and Hypnor clearly does not belong to that group.

The burly man with bull horns who was supporting him was Hans, the owner of the horn tavern, whom Caesar had heard Pida mention.

Hypnor waved his hand, and Hans released him, taking two steps back to place him alone at the front of the crowd, facing Caesar.

He tapped his cane twice on the ground, and his old, cloudy eyes looked at Caesar.

"You killed so many of my children, and now you want to leave? You should at least give me some explanation," he said slowly.

"An explanation?" Caesar chuckled. "Isn't death quite common among you? What explanation do you need from me? Why do you suddenly feel sorry for the deaths of you demi-humans?"

“Alright, alright,” Supnour sighed, “Release Martini, and I’ll meet any conditions you have.”

"My condition is him. I just want to take him away. The rest is none of your business. As long as he cooperates, I can send him back to you in a few days," Caesar said.

“Godfather, Martini cannot be taken away by him. If he is a member of the Kingdom, then we…” Hans said urgently from behind.

Hypnor raised his hand to stop him, then said to Caesar, "Martini is very important to us; you can't take him out of District 8."

At this moment, a weakened Martini, his voice hoarse, said to Hypnor, "Godfather, he... he wants to find the unicorn."

Shupnor paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No, not for any purpose."

"Then let's not waste any more words," Caesar said.

"You can try calling everyone in the entire Eighth District over to see if you can stop me."

Hypnor sighed deeply.

"If anyone can just take people away from me at will, then the prestige of District Eight will collapse,"

He gazed at Caesar:

"No matter who you are, you cannot leave today."

He raised his cane and slammed it into the ground. A thick crimson color spread out, instantly enveloping everyone behind him. In an instant, the eyes of these demi-humans were stained blood red, as if they had all turned into wild beasts capable only of primitive slaughter.

The group enhancement spell seems to carry some vampire magic, suggesting that Hypnor is likely related to vampires.

Caesar snorted coldly, grabbed Martini's shoulder, and then waved his hand forward. Beams of golden light condensed above their heads, forming blades that were enough to reap the lives of hundreds in an instant.

But just as tensions were rising, a dragon's roar echoed from the sky.

A huge shadow loomed over the land. Everyone looked up and saw a black dragon descend from the sky, landing on the tavern and smashing half of the roof.

“Holonig.” Schupnöhr frowned slightly.

"Shupunor, tell your men to get out of here! Otherwise I'll burn down the entire Eighth District!" Ita roared furiously.

She learned from her inside contact what had happened in the tavern and that Caesar had clashed with them, so she didn't wait any longer and flew over in her dragon form.

Seeing Caesar covered in blood, he assumed he was also injured, and his anger reached its peak.

The bloodline of the dragon race carries an innate pressure on all living beings, and its effect is even stronger on demi-humans. Now that she has descended here, the pressure that Hypnor had just bestowed upon everyone has been weakened by a significant amount.

Meanwhile, dozens of black cars stopped in the surrounding streets, and groups of armed family guards got out of the cars. While everyone was gathering at the Bull Horn Tavern, the Frederick family had already infiltrated the Eighth District.

At the same time, dozens of dark figures roamed the ground, and the family's shadow guards had regrouped.

"Holonig, do you want to fight me to the death here?" Shupnor said coldly.

“You can try, Hypnor. If you dare to lay a finger on him today, I’ll burn down the entire Eighth District!” Ita roared angrily.

Hypnor finally fell silent, gripping his cane tightly. He hadn't expected that Frederick was involved in this matter. The boy's identity wasn't as simple as he thought; he might even be connected to some secret organization—one that even he couldn't afford to offend.

His fingers tapped on the head of his cane, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly said:

“I didn’t know you were involved in this, Holonig. If you can guarantee that Martini will return to District 8 alive and without anything missing, I can make an exception.”

"Are you making demands of me?" Ita shouted.

But Caesar raised his hand and said, "As long as he cooperates well, it's fine."

"Well."

Shupnor could also see that the boy had the most authority here, so he nodded and raised his hand: "Step down."

The group of demi-humans exchanged glances, but under Hypnor's command, they made way for each other.
Caesar grabbed Martini by the back of his collar and pushed him forward.

Pida, who was behind him, took the opportunity to catch up with him and followed closely behind.

As he passed by Shupunor, the old demon whispered to him;

"If you ever need to come to District 8 in the future, you can contact me first. I think we shouldn't become enemies."

Caesar glanced at him: "I usually decide based on the situation."

After saying that, he dragged Martini through the thousands of subhumans.

Pairs of eyes glared at him, but without the Godfather's command, no one made a move.

Caesar safely passed through the crowd, and the Frederick guards on the periphery immediately came to his aid, escorting Martini into the carriage.

Ita landed beside the street, lowered its massive body, and said to Caesar, "Caesar, come aboard me, let's get out of here!"

Caesar did not refuse. He grabbed Ita's wing bone, leaped up, and stood on her back.

"Everyone, leave immediately and return to your quarters," Ita shouted to the guards below, then flapped his wings and rose into the sky.

"Holonig".

At this moment, Hypnor shouted from below, and Ita looked down at him.

"I will send the tavern's repair bill to your residence," he said casually.

"Please."

Ita responded with one sentence, then said no more, and carried Caesar into the sky.

Hypnor gazed at the black dragon receding further and further into the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

Hans approached him and whispered, "Godfather, are we really going to let them take Martini away like this? What if..."

“That dragon is even crazier than us, and with that boy, when they say they want to destroy District 8, they’re not joking,” Hypnor said calmly.

“Compared to being taken away by someone at will, at least now we have Frederick’s guarantee, and they certainly won’t cooperate with the kingdom.”

Hans hesitated for a moment and said, "If there's really no other way, should we... give up Martini? That way, at least we can keep the secret."

“They probably won’t be interested in that,” Shupnor said. “He said he wanted to find a unicorn, haha, probably caused by that woman. In that case, we’ll do them this favor.”

His pupils contracted slightly, forming vertical slits: "Perhaps, helping him this time will bring me even more unexpected benefits in the future."

(End of this chapter)