I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

The Copper Heart Tavern fell into silence, the atmosphere of revelry washed away by Redcoat; on the ground, scattered playing cards with distorted eyes spun around, like some kind of mockery.

In the past, these adventurers who were used to demons might have regarded these cards as good things, after all, they were made of self-healing bones, eyeballs, and mimic tongues, all of which were excellent materials.

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But today, they all retracted their hands and feet, frozen in place.

“The New Church will be busy tonight, hehe.”

After an unknown amount of time, a poet made a joke.

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Immediately afterward, the people in the tavern erupted like a disturbed nest, discussing it noisily.

“Is that him? In that war, the Imperial Army lost to this Redcoat?”

“I heard it’s him, the skeletons, the bone chariot, it all matches… …

“Damn it, is it really going to start? It seems that Cleftgold Mountain isn't a safe place either. If you want to live, you still have to go to the New Holy City… …

“New Holy City? You want to become a believer?”

“Seems it’s useless. Then it’s better to go to Godsworn City… … If we're going to die, let's die with the royalty and nobles… …

The discussion was in full swing, but during the process, people still stayed far away from the playing cards.

Because they knew that the New Church and the Cleaners would definitely come to collect them.

Lee Read unintentionally sat next to the white-haired man, always feeling that he knew something.

Regarding “that war,” Lee Read had heard a lot on the way with Gamma, but unfortunately, they were all poems, and they were all processed by wandering poets, so he couldn't understand them.

“It’s going to start, will you join Kingston’s Adventurer Guild, right?” The dancer was still dizzy, and the bearded man kept drinking, sighing and asking the white-haired man.

“Maybe.” The white-haired man was slightly distracted, looking absent-minded.

“Will Jessie still come tonight, looking like this?”

“Not sure.”

“Alas, how can this battle be fought… … Their army, their creations… … One, ten, hundreds of adventurers thrown into that kind of battlefield, wouldn't they be resolved with a few cannon shots?” The bearded man was still recalling the demon king's army he had just seen.

“In that war, under the leadership of the Great Archmage and the Holy Knight, the Imperial Army fought to the Demon King's City, and a dozen personal guard regiments and adventurer guilds were wiped out. Even if they make a comeback, there aren't many knights left, how can they fight?”

Although the bearded man had never been to that battlefield, he became extremely pessimistic from analyzing the results, combined with what he had just seen.

“Knights are useless, and those cannons… … are nothing at all.” The white-haired man shook his head, finally pulled back to reality by the bearded man.

Lee Read's ears were almost pricked up—this person must have been to that battlefield.

“That’s nothing? ” The bearded man had seen the vanguard being “wiped out” by bone-guided cannons, not understanding what trump cards the demons still had.

This is also the reason why everyone is extremely looking forward to the Wandering Poets' Conference—only a small number of wandering poets who participated in that war survived and returned, and people have always believed that only they have seen the truth.

“Have you seen it?” the bearded man asked.

“Seen some.”

“Are you a wandering poet? From the Adventurer Guild?” The bearded man glanced at the white-haired man’s whip.

“No, but I experienced it.” The white-haired man was still very calm.

“Experienced the defeat of the Imperial Army?” The bearded man gulped down a large mouthful of wine, “Then tell me, besides that bone chariot and those bone cannons, and the army, what else do the demons have?”

“Where do the demons come from?” the white-haired man asked back.

“The south… … ” The bearded man didn't understand the meaning of this question.

“Where do the demons come from?” The white-haired man pointed to the playing cards scattered on the ground and asked again.

“From the clouds… … ” The bearded man shuddered, “How did they throw these things over here… …

“This time they threw playing cards, what if they threw bombs?” The bearded man looked up at the sky through the window.

The clouds covered the moonlight, and under the protection of the New Church, everything was blurred.

Lee Read also suddenly felt that the so-called sense of security was an illusion.

Would that moon release countless demons at some point, turning the Five Towns into a purgatory?

“That city is alive, the demons come from the sky.” The white-haired man stated an obvious fact.

“Alive?”

“Yes, the Five Bastions of the Noose were smashed by the Bone City.” The white-haired man said very firmly, “Demons launch attacks from the outer sky that we cannot see, unstoppable.”

“By the way, I haven't asked yet, what's your name?” The bearded man finally faced this white-haired adventurer squarely.

“Soya, my name is Soya White.” The white-haired man was in another trance.

“Soya… … Nice to meet you, my name is Danny, a knight.” The bearded man was quite proud of his path.

“Knight… … Then I think you should be careful of snails.” Soya recalled the scene of the knights and light wraiths being severely hit by a snail at the end of that war, saying something nonsensical.

“Huh?”

“Forget it, it’s not important.” Soya didn't explain too much.

“How did you escape?” Lee Read finally couldn't help but interject.

Danny and Soya looked at Lee Read together, only then noticing that the guy by the window had sat over.

“I also… … don't know.” Soya covered his head, “I only remember… … many pure-blooded demons, many people around me.”

“A shadow threw me out, and after that, I don't know anything.” Soya had never solved the exact answer to this experience, and was very distressed.

“Shadow? Shadow Demon?” Lee Read mentioned the guy next to Redcoat just now.

Looks like the second-in-command of the City Defense Commander, on par with the Snail.

“Noreymore… … the fastest promoted and most famous demon in recent years.” Danny had been paying attention to every war on the continent, “I always thought he would be the next Demon King… …

“Oh?” Soya and Lee Read asked together.

“You don't know? Damn it, am I dreaming?” Danny gulped, “In the Battle of the Holy City, Noreymore advanced and gained a demon name, before 'that war' ended, Noreymore advanced again, strangling many merchants… …

“For a while, people didn't even dare to look at their own shadows.” Danny looked at all the dark corners in the tavern, nervously.

Lee Read roughly understood the situation of the Demon King's City, and was not sure if it was an opportunity… …

The good thing is that once the war starts, fewer people will notice the activities of a wanted criminal, and he can travel in peace; the bad thing is that the demons come from the south and from the sky, and maybe there is not much time left for him.

Once involved in the war, there may be danger.

“Now that the Demon King's City is really going to attack, what are you going to do?” Danny drank sadly, not knowing the future.

Of course, escape to the north?

Lee Read silently replied in his heart—among the 11 townships, beyond Cleftgold Mountain is the Holy City, which happens to be in the direction away from the war.

“I need to go back, I will join the Adventurer Guild.” Although Soya had always been confused, the heart of an adventurer was exceptionally firm.

“Then it seems there's no chance tonight. After hearing Redcoat's declaration, who would be in the mood to participate in the war… … ” Danny pointed to the dispirited tavern.

“I guess that Kingston won't come either… …

Just as Danny finished speaking, neat footsteps suddenly came from the street in the night, gradually approaching the Copper Heart Tavern.

Soya's eyes regained their brilliance.