Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

After replacing Lucifer's red wine with a bottle of Coke, the mature and experienced Duke of Wellington crossed his arms and looked at Lucifer with cold and sharp eyes.

Even if Lucifer did not come for war or profit, he is a blood demon after all. He is a fellow countryman and the same race as the Sarkaz who occupied Londinium. How can they believe that Lucifer is not setting a trap for them?

Even if no one on this high-speed ship could defend Lucifer against him on equal terms, Lucifer could easily drain himself and Abrana to the point of being almost completely depleted, but the fleets of the other dukes would sooner or later crush the Sarkaz of Londinium and turn to crush Kazdel.

Hearing this, Lucifer first took a sip of the Coke in the bottle, then smacked his lips.

"It's a win-win situation. It's not shabby. We all have a bright future, right?"

Lucifer naturally knew what the Duke of Wellington was thinking.

But precisely because of this, he had come specially to negotiate with Deep Pond and the Duke of Wellington.

According to currently available information, although the Duke of Wellington has the same blood and origin as Tara, the reason why he supports Abara and Deep Pool is not that he is wholeheartedly trying to restore Tara, but that he just doesn't like the current Victoria.

Lucifer's amazing wisdom not only makes the Duke of Wellington and Victoria explode with joy in the battle, but also allows Abrana to experience the thrill of being a king afterwards, and he doesn't have to be involved in the trouble of war with the Sarkaz, so he makes a lot of money!

Listening to Lucifer's explanation of the purest violent solution without any political game, Abrana and the Duke of Wellington fell silent.

In terms of means alone, this is consistent with their stereotype of blood demons, but Lucifer is neither a Sarkaz nor a blood demon. It is difficult for Abrana and Duke Wellington to judge whether Lucifer is on the blacklist of the current Blood Demon Lord.

"...You are different from any Sarkaz I have ever seen, Blood Demon."

"To be honest, you are indeed a Sarkaz Blood Demon who hates fighting and even actively seeks reconciliation. You are more special than I thought."

Abrana leaned forward and supported her face with her palms, looking at Lucifer meaningfully, while her two peaks fell straight on the table.

Lucifer automatically activated the minesweeper and glanced at Abrana, then turned his gaze to the Duke of Wellington.

"I've finished speaking, who's in favor, who's against."

Seeing Lucifer looking harmless and showing no sign of being forced, the Duke of Wellington narrowed his eyes slightly.

"... Let me mention this first. What will you do if I reject your cooperation and proposal?"

Lucifer also expected the Duke of Wellington's rather tentative questions or the possibility of a breakdown in negotiations, but now Lucifer really couldn't coerce the Duke of Wellington like he did when he first met and killed Abramana.

The pattern needs to be opened up, and the tough battles cannot be achieved by just going in and out of a high-speed battleship.

"I don't know. Anyway, I will just rob your granary before leaving. I will starve you for two days and then you will behave yourself."

"..."

After saying this, the Duke of Wellington's expression became a little complicated, but Abrana couldn't help but chuckle.

"Haha, this is really a humorous revenge."

"Why are you laughing? You'll be hungry for two days too."

"Haha, then I have a headache~"

Seeing Abrana and Lucifer agreeing with each other, the Duke of Wellington suddenly felt that he should not be here, he should be on the deck of the ship.

After a moment, the Duke of Wellington let out a long sigh and chose to compromise with reality.

"Well, since Her Highness Abrana has agreed, I won't say anything more - but it's not enough to check and balance the other dukes with just a joke or two or trash talk. You Sarkaz will also have to pay a part of the price."

"I have no objection. But can I ask for another bottle of Coke from you? The Grand Duke doesn't need that, right?"

Lucifer shook the empty bottle in his hand.

In response, the Duke of Wellington, in order not to appear stingy, said helplessly:

"Go ask the guard for it... I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

The Duke of Wellington made up a random excuse and left the scene first.

Soon, only a dragon and a blood demon were left in the room, and Lucifer was holding a brand new bottle of Coke in his hand.

"Hmm, so what is our relationship now?"

"Don't talk and continue... We are what you think we are."

"That's really easy to fantasize about."

Abbrana's blue eyes were very subtle.

She had to admit that Lucifer had brought her many unexpected surprises, some of which included the shock of first sighting him.

But this only made Abrana more interested in Lucifer.

Different from all the Sarkaz or anyone else she had ever met, Lucifer was harsh, powerful, and humorous, but also somewhat ambiguous, which made Abrana even more curious about what Lucifer's real wish was.

"Hey, Lucifer, do you have a wish of your own?"

"Huh?"

Lucifer, who was sipping his Coke, blinked, not understanding what Abrana was trying to stir.

"My wish is my ambition, Tara, and the kingship is just a fragment to satisfy my ambition, just like I used you, Deep Pool, and the Duke of Wellington. What will you get by using me, Lucifer? What is your ideal? Where does your ambition point to?"

Abrana turned around and looked straight ahead, staring at Lucifer intently, waiting for his answer.

Hearing this, Lucifer wanted to tell her that he wanted to go to the dock to get some French fries, but after thinking it over, he changed his answer.

"I, Lucifer, just want to live a peaceful life."

“…That’s really shallow.”

Abrana's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, but Lucifer's next answer made her eyes light up.

“Isn’t this a kind of ambition?”

"...?"

As Abrana looked at him with a hint of doubt and expectation, Lucifer swallowed the last sip of Coke and spoke slowly.

"Will your ambition be satisfied with the royal crown? Maybe, maybe not, but I will always satisfy my consistent ambition, so -"

"……so?"

“So the smaller the ambition, the bigger the ambition, and the bigger the ambition, the smaller the ambition.”

"...Ha, hahahaha, Lucifer, you are really special. Maybe I should change my opinion."

Abrana smiled, but her smile was not artificial as usual. Instead, it had a hint of sincerity that she herself could not even notice.

As mentioned before, Lucifer always brings her unexpected surprises, and even gives Abrana a path and answer that she had never imagined.

Abrana watched Lucifer's every move, as if she wanted to engrave Lucifer's image deeply in her mind.

"You're right. Can I have another bottle of Coke?"

"Of course, consider it my treat, Lucifer."

"Thank you."

"Don't be polite to me. If you need anything, please feel free to help me~"

You see, he has to thank us.

164

Chapter 164: Dead Souls, you are still a Transformer.

"You mean, when you came back from Xiaoqiu County, you encountered a blood demon, and the blood demon, who you tried your best but couldn't defeat, killed the three officers who accompanied you and tortured you severely?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

"Then, this blood demon not only reached a consensus with the leader, but also reached a strategic cooperation with the Iron Duke of Wellington?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

"And now, the blood demon and the leader have been alone in the conference room for half an hour and haven't come out yet?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

In the corridor of the high-speed battleship, Ahleni, the chief of staff of Shenchi, and Mandela performed a question-and-answer session over and over again.

Looking at Mandela who kept nodding with a nervous and anxious expression, Ahleni felt quite complicated.

She was just away from Mandela and Abrana for a while, how could she do such a cruel thing?

"Mandela, are you awake?"

"Really! Every word I said is true! I swear to God!"

"Good good..."

Seeing that Mandela didn't seem to be acting, Ahleni didn't insist on the topic anymore.

After all, such a fantastic plot cannot even be written into a novel. If Mandela could make up such a story, Ahleini would rather believe that she was possessed by someone.

As for what huge conspiracy Lucifer, Abrana and the Duke of Wellington were planning, Ahleni didn't know, but it was worth the price of the ticket to see Mandela being humiliated.

click -

At that time, the door of the conference room finally opened, and two figures walked out side by side.

Abrana still carried her spear, with a different smile on her face than usual, while Lucifer continued to taste his Coke.

Although it is not iced and the purity is a bit low, who doesn’t like to get something for free?

Just as Mandela was about to step forward to start the conversation, Abrana, who was minding her own business, suddenly said to Lucifer:

"Maybe we'll get along, Lucifer."

As Abrana finished her words, Mandela seemed to have lost all her strength and means.

"what……"

The light in Mandela's eyes gradually faded, as if something was broken in her world.

She stood there straight in a daze, lowering her head and muttering to herself.

"As expected... even a leader as strong as him would be unable to face the blood demon... mmmm!"

"Okay, stop talking, or this chapter won't pass review."

Ahleni used a great dragon to grab Mandela's mouth from behind, otherwise the Duke of Wellington's high-speed battleship would have become a murder scene.

Abrana naturally ignored Ahleni and Mandela who were flirting in the corridor, and Lucifer just thought they were discussing philosophy, so he took a look and then looked away.

It was not until Lucifer and the others gradually walked away under the gaze of the two Hakimi that Abrana spoke again.

"By the way, how much do you know about the Sarkaz's airships?"