Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"So, that night may have been the only reward of my journey."

“Fanila and I stayed at the same hotel during this trip. It was late at night, and I was having trouble sleeping because I was worried about what was to come. I met her in the hotel corridor. She was playing a harp on the windowsill in the moonlight. She told me that she was mourning those suffering souls.”

“I talked with Fanila, this special elven girl in my eyes, for a while. There were things about her that resonated with me, some strange aspects.” Recalling some pleasant memories, William’s eyes glazed over, a smile playing on his lips. “You probably don’t know, but Fanila ran away from home, albeit with the secret permission of her elders, and came to the City of Wanderers all alone. As for me, I’m a rebellious guy.”

A hint of melancholy appeared on William's face, and his beautiful eyebrows curled into a V-shape.

"Fanila is a rebellious fellow too. At least, a normal elf wouldn't get caught because of a honey trap," Betty complained.

"Haha, yes, that's one of her strengths, at least in my eyes."

Betty looked at William.

"Then why don't you confess your feelings?"

"I will go."

"When?"

"When I think it's appropriate."

"..." Betty looked at William speechlessly. "You like her, don't you, William?"

"I think so."

"Then why don't you say it?"

"Because I like her so much, I don't want to be rejected by her, so I don't dare to say it."

Betty stroked the jade on her chest.

"It's people like you who have the will but not the courage that make those of us who are watching you very anxious. And it also bothers me a lot."

"what?"

“It’s nothing,” Betty suggested, almost as a command. “William, if Fanila accepts your gift, then take the opportunity to confess your feelings. She’ll definitely accept.”

"Yes, that's what I think too."

The chat has come to an end.

"I'll say it again! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Anna's voice brought William back to reality; in fact, her scream had already drawn the attention of everyone present.

A burly figure with a tattered hood grabbed her slender arm. Through the gap in the black cloth, two protruding sharp horns were visible—it was a demon.

This kind of drunken harassment also happens from time to time at Bloody Rose, just like the drunk customer who harassed Candy the week before last, William froze him into an ice sculpture.

William pulled out his wand; this time, he would be even more ruthless.

Betty watched William's steady yet rapid pace, her eyes sparkling with a bright emerald hue.

"Human emotions are like the tangled roots beneath a flowerbed, Fanila."

Chapter 283 Special Beverages

The person who started the commotion remained completely unmoved, his strong arms firmly gripping the succubus's arm, letting Anna feign pain and look pitiful.

"Sir, you've really got the wrong person. I'm just a succubus." Completely devoid of her usual spoiled demeanor, Anna was now just like a piece of candy.

The surrounding crowd was itching to do something, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

His deep voice, as robust as his physique, resonated from beneath the black hood.

“I was just following orders, Your Highness. You should go home.”

"I told you you've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not some prince!" The succubus Anna waved her arm in vain, but her hand was like an iron clamp.

The demon pointed to the pendant worn on Anna's chest.

"Angelina, the Warbringer Queen's emblem, a symbol of the War Demon royal family's identity."

"You've misunderstood. This was just a gift from someone. I didn't know it was so precious. I'll return it to you, okay?"

"Further words are useless, Your Highness. You should go home. The King is waiting for you."

The demons gradually increased their strength, like a mountain beginning to move, heading towards the door and dragging the struggling Anna along.

"She's upset, can you please let go, you bastard?"

William's hand gripped the demon, and it felt like he was holding an iron rod.

The demon looked down at William and shook his head at his thin body.

"have a finger in the pie."

William was sent flying and crashed into the bar, the glass shattering and liquid splashing everywhere, plunging the scene into chaos.

William was prepared; he anticipated the attack. However, he misjudged one thing. The irritated shouts and the punch that landed on his cheek both came from the succubus Anna. Never having considered this possibility, William was sent flying in a daze.

The barbed scales that had been standing upright like blades on the demon's wrist, which William had been gripping, were smoothed out again as he looked at William's position.

"Just as Your Highness said, don't interfere in the affairs of the demon race, human." Ignoring the interruption, the demon continued walking towards the door.

Resentment and confusion twisted into humiliation and rage. William, his clothes stained with bright red wine, stood up from behind the bar. He didn't understand why Anna had done this, but he didn't need a reason now; that accusing voice felt like a needle piercing his heart.

Magic and elements are my rage.

"Mind your own business... Heh... I'm going to meddle in this!"

Third-tier ability: Chaotic Creation.

The rocks flowed like mud, ice and fire burned together in William's palm, the chaotic elemental energy stirred unease in the hearts of all magical creatures, and the frenzied elements vented William's anger.

Two enormous elemental beings stood before William. Amidst the cacophony of the sandstorm and elemental turmoil, William's voice was filled with hostility. "Every Blood Rose employee has a responsibility to maintain order in the bar, and of course I can do so."

The lava hounds spewed thunder and roared at the demons.

William forgot the rules of the City of Wanderers; all he wanted now was to punch that arrogant demon.

The demon released his grip on Anna's arm.

"The bug is always the loudest." The demon's entire body was covered in black scales, like moving steel, slowly enveloping his light gray skin. "Faced with an insurmountable enemy, you must learn to lower your head, puppy."

"If your parents didn't teach you, I'll take over for them."

The demon, now transformed into a steel monster, moved his wrists, each step like a war drumbeat. He slowly approached William, his aura suddenly becoming sinister and terrifying.

"I think what you said makes a lot of sense."

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out in the bar. William's elemental creation shattered into sand in an instant, returning to its rightful place. The aura of the War Demon also vanished, and with a thud, the demon, now transformed into steel, knelt on the ground.

Clad in a long purple robe, the arcane eye on his hood gleamed brightly. The enforcer reclined on the guest sofa, his hidden face grim, his casual words becoming weighty as he displayed his power.

“I think what you said makes a lot of sense, demon. So, I’m having you put it into practice. After all, practice helps with teaching, it’s a habit of us mages. I hope you don’t mind, you said you’d kneel down when you see someone stronger than yourself, right, Winter?” The brazen spellcaster looked at his companion.

“I remember he didn’t say anything that was so extreme, sir.”

The war demon struggled to raise his head and looked at the spellcaster.

"You are provoking the War Demons..."

"Huh?? You own the City of Wanderings? Don't we, the Secret Council, have any dignity? Are you War Demons so hypocritical? It's good that the Black Abyss Demons and Sin Demons have settled here..." The spellcaster straightened up, looking at the demon kneeling on the ground, "I recently failed in my research and am in a bad mood, so I won't repeat myself."

"The City of Wanderings is not a place for you to run wild, especially for chaotic and unregistered bastards like you. We do not welcome you. Get as far away as you can." The spellcaster snapped his fingers, and a fiery red portal opened next to the demon. "See how good I am? I've even opened a portal for you. The other side is your hellish home. Now that you've finished your nonsense, get out of here."

The demon stood up, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Anna.

"Your Majesty, we will come for you." The demon stepped into the portal.

This is not the end. In any race, power is always supreme. Subjects, in the presence of a king, must be cautious and act in the shadow of greatness, just as they are now.

“Hey, blondie.” The spellcaster looked at William. “You’re one of the workers here, aren’t you?”

Was punishment coming? William carefully maintained his composure, trying his best to remain humble.

"I am the cleaner here, spellcaster."

"Okay, then mix me a drink."

"???" Are you out of your mind? A cleaner mixing drinks? William cursed inwardly, but smiled on the surface, "Sir, I'm a cleaner, I don't mix drinks."

"Aren't you bar staff known for being nosy? You've done law enforcement, but you can't even handle something as simple as mixing drinks? Just make me a drink, any one will do."

The composed bartender offered his help. "Sorcerer, William really can't mix drinks. Let me do it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"No, let this kid do it." The king gave his order, and everyone had to obey.

Left with no other choice, William had to rummage through the remaining bar counter for drinks.

"I'll try to find something that tastes good." That was his thought, but William knew absolutely nothing about bartending, so his goal of finding a good drink ended up being finding something that looked good. Soon, William found a bottle of colorful, beautiful liquid in the cupboard. The prettier it looks, the tastier it is, I guess.

“William, that’s…”

“Let him do it himself!” The spellcaster interrupted the bartender’s suggestion again, ordering William, “Use the bottle you have.”

Reluctantly, William began mixing drinks. The magic of the elements affected the swaying cocktail bottle, causing the colorful liquid to separate into layers, which, when poured into the glass, resembled a rainbow. Surprisingly, it looked quite appealing.

William held up a wine glass and offered it to the spellcaster.

The spellcaster looked at William's face.

"Kid, what's your name? Your real name."

"William Dorgitt".

“…A nice name.” Without saying much, the spellcaster picked up his glass. “Looks good. Well done, William.” He downed it in one gulp.

With a snap, the empty wine glass shattered in the spellcaster's hand. His body began to tremble; he clutched his stomach, trying to suppress his shudder. William couldn't see his expression, but he could sense that the spellcaster was now grimacing.

The spellcaster looked at the dejected bartender, and although he had already made up his mind, he still asked his question.

"What's inside the bottle William chose?"

The bartender clutched his head, unsure how to face the tormented spellcaster.

"That's the slime from the rainbow slime, sir. It's the slime's vomit. It's a special drink for a minority group."

Chapter 284 A Disappointing Genetic Pattern