What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

Upon hearing this, Omia's eyes trembled: "They came from... Yelo Village?"

"That's right..." House slammed the newspaper on the table, pointing to the bold, large lines of text as he explained, "There was no great victory at all. This monster alliance wasn't defeated at all; they changed their route! They knew the royal artifact in Yelo Village was destroyed, so they turned back!"

He thought to himself, "The reporters at BYD are geniuses, must they have grown up eating nothing but empty promises? Their battle reports are written like something out of a wish-fulfillment novel."

"This..." Omia trembled as if she'd been electrocuted upon hearing this. It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid, but after only a few seconds of hesitation, the girl swallowed her fear and then said with the resolute expression of a warrior:

"Mr. House, let's run away! We can't stay in this village any longer!"

House: "..."

Sister, I thought you were going to stick with Yelo Village to the death because of that determined look in your eyes, like you were about to join the Party... But it turns out you just cut off at lightning speed and ran away?

However, this is indeed the best option at the moment. But escaping isn't that simple. How far should we escape? How should we escape? Where should we escape to? These are all questions. What if we run into that monster alliance halfway through our escape?

dong dong dong! !

Just then, a series of urgent knocks on the door of the pharmacy interrupted House's thoughts.

Omia paused, threw down her suitcase, and walked toward the door.

House's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait... I was only out of sight for a few seconds and he pulled out his suitcase? That speed at which he cut off his way out is comparable to the domestic AV industry!"

The door creaked open, and half of the light that streamed in illuminated half of an old and serious face. It was him again, the old man with the dog at the entrance of the Adventurers' Guild.

"Does House live here? Omia, call him out, Lady Neferi wants to see him..."

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but you could sense a low-pressure anger, like a fountain about to erupt.

Omia blinked, then awkwardly kicked the suitcase behind her calf aside. "Uh... Mr. Bond... what's the matter?"

The old man named Bond sniffed: "We've caught the thief who stole the crown."

"What!?"

Upon seeing this, House sprang up from his wheelchair, used a nitro boost to accelerate, and rushed to the door: "Really? You caught them!? That's great news! Did you find the crown too?"

But Bond did not answer House's question. He kept his white eyebrows narrowed and stared at House with anger.

"No, that's why I asked you to come along."

"Looking for...me?" House looked bewildered, but when he saw Omia, who was equally at a loss, he seemed to have a clue. So he didn't refuse any longer, opened the door, nodded and said, "Alright then, Mr. Bond, please lead the way."

Omia wanted to say a few more words out of concern, but House shook his head and refused.

"It's alright, Miss Omia. Since Ms. Neferi wants to see me, I'm sure she has her reasons," House then whispered in her ear, "You can pack your things first."

Upon hearing this, Omia bit her lip, nodded, and slowly backed away, closing the door behind her.

Bond rolled his eyes at the sight: "Finished rambling? If you're done, hurry up and leave." Then he tugged at the dog leash and turned to leave.

House then realized that the old man had brought a dog with him.

But... this dog doesn't seem to be the same little mongrel that was lying next to him before.

This dog is not only not small, but it seems a bit too big; its shoulder height alone must be two meters.

Its appearance was also incredibly bizarre... its blackish-brown steel bristles flared along its shoulders and neck, and it had a mouthful of sharp, long fangs like daggers. Its head was so deformed that it was the same size as its body.

Its hind legs are as developed and strong as cow legs, but its forelegs are short and shrunken, making it walk like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, with its hind legs upright and its forelegs tucked in.

House stared at the dog, which was twice his size, for two seconds, and a chill ran down his spine. It wasn't that the dog was particularly scary, but it looked exactly like a monster from a game he had played in his previous life.

"Um... Mr. Bond, what's this dog?"

Bond answered House's question with his back turned and in an icy tone: "Her name is Chew, my dog. What's wrong with you?"

Oh my gosh, big dog, big dog, chewing and chewing...

"Ah...no problem, I just wanted to say it's amazing how big this dog is. What breed is it?"

Bond chuckled dismissively, seemingly mocking House's lack of knowledge:

"German Shepherd".

What the hell? A German Shepherd?

House thought to himself, "Holy crap, where's the braggart?"

What kind of bulldog can grow to three meters tall? Is their muscle-building and bone-strengthening diet made of elephant meat...?

"hiss--"

But House suddenly had a flash of inspiration; he discovered the blind spot!

Why is the breed of dog in this other world called German Shepherd? Did someone from my hometown come up with that name?!

"Wait a minute, Mr. Bond! Allow me one more question: why is this breed of dog called a German Shepherd?"

After House finished speaking, the giant dog grunted, its blood-red, empty eyes staring straight at him, while Bond turned his face away and said with utter disdain:

"What kind of question is this? I'm a pastor, I'm very virtuous, and this breed is a hybrid, so I call it a German Shepherd."

House silently pursed his lips, three black lines appearing on his face.

Seeing his puzzled look, Bond asked, "What? You want to keep one of these dogs too?"

"No... I have no interest in dogs, Mr. Bond. Why don't you tell me what Ms. Neferi wants with me..."

"Why so many questions! Just shut up and come with me!"

The old man's tone suddenly turned violent. He complained impatiently, "I'm fed up... stick close to me, and stop asking me all that nonsense. I don't want to answer! You're babbling like a woman!"

House thought to himself, "Holy crap, are you out of your mind? You were fine just a moment ago, who stepped on your tail and suddenly you're so angry?"

Damn it, if it weren't for this big dog panting like thunder next to me, I would have used my wheelchair to massage your back right now!

But unfortunately, one has no choice but to submit when under someone else's roof. Bond probably had the same purpose in bringing the dog along: to force House not to do anything out of line.

House just couldn't understand why the kind old man had suddenly become so hostile towards him.

The other party wouldn't let him ask any more questions, so there was nothing he could do but take it one step at a time.

So House shut his mouth and started to walk on in peace, but this hard-won quiet lasted only five seconds.

As House walked, he suddenly frowned, as if belatedly realizing something:

"Wait, didn't you just say that this dog's breed was crossbred by someone...?"