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

What’s annoying is that Lucifer, as a prince, doesn’t even have a means of transportation. Every time he goes out, he has to measure the land with his own feet.

Although he could have rubbed out a bunch of blood offspring like the Blood Demon Lord to carry him forward, Lucifer was worried that those blood offspring that were easy to lose sanity would scare the kind-hearted Ermengarde and other passers-by.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the country where Kazdel currently lives is smaller than Lucifer imagined. Even without any means of transportation, it will take less than a day to walk from one side of the border to the other.

"Kazdel has changed a lot. It's very different from what the teacher said."

Following behind Lucifer, the tour guide, Ermengarde was like a curious college student, and had a lot of interest in his "hometown" as a Sarkaz.

So much so that she didn't even plan to use the lich's unique "blocks" to travel, but instead looked around leisurely.

"Those twin brothers and sisters are really making Kazdel flourish."

Although Lucifer was not clear about how Theresa and Theresis specifically laid out their work and plans, the voices of the Sarkaz were growing louder and louder, and even the Blood Demon Lord and those old men could not be ignored.

Although the Sarkaz still face problems with food, housing, transportation, and medicine, temporary peace is something they can only hope for.

Lucifer did not leave any concern, but took Ermengarde gradually out of the sight of ordinary people and went to the palace of Kazdel.

"Hmm...it's smaller than I thought..."

"Your emotional intelligence is not as high as my blood pressure."

Lucifer almost fainted when he heard Ermengarde's complaints.

This little girl really doesn't know how to choose the right time when speaking. If these words were heard by some extreme guards or Kazdel War Wolf like the Blood Demon Lord, even he wouldn't be able to save Ermengarde.

"Hey?"

But what Ermengarde said was not false.

Rather than a palace, it was just a base that Theresa and Theresis found a few warlocks skilled in Originium to renovate and build. It would be too shabby to call it a government department.

But this is indeed a place that represents the Demon King and the Royal Court: the War Council.

"Prince Lucifer!"

The guard on duty today happened to be a blood demon, and he greeted Lucifer enthusiastically.

"Well, this is the envoy sent by the lich. I will take her to see the Demon Lord Theresa."

"Hello~"

It seemed that Lucifer had set the example himself and Ermengarde was no longer so afraid of the blood demons and even dared to actively seek interaction.

"Yes! Please come in, both of you!"

The guards immediately made way for the two men.

Walking in the palace corridor, Ermengarde, who was becoming more and more playful, began to tease?

"It seems that the social interaction among you blood demons is not as bad as the outside world says. The blood demon just now seemed to respect you quite a bit?"

"Don't be so mean, it's just me and some very few people."

Upon hearing this, Lucifer immediately refuted the rumors on Ermengarde's behalf, saying that the rumors from outside had already embellished the blood demon's image a lot.

Under the "excellent" management of Lord Blood Demon, Blood Demons are probably the most adept at fighting and quarreling among all the Sarkaz tribes, and Prince Blood Demon is the embodiment of chaos.

Lucifer, who relies entirely on his peers for support, is probably the most affectionate of the blood demons. Many ordinary and weak blood demons want to join him, but unfortunately Lucifer has no intention of gathering servants or subordinates.

"Uh... so you really are an outlier?"

Ermengarde apparently did not realize how "emotionally intelligent" her speech was.

Fortunately, Lucifer had almost gotten used to Ermengarde's amazing wisdom.

"It's hard for me to imagine that the lich's language skills are so advanced. Please, tell me you're the only one like this."

"What are you talking about? Even my teacher has praised my talent and aptitude! I am the best lich of my age!"

"It's okay, go play."

Faced with Ermengarde's unsurprising answer, Lucifer chose obedience and respect.

But Lucifer did not hate the atmosphere of being with Ermengarde, on the contrary he enjoyed this feeling.

Just like he was used to bickering with Huafalin in the past, it was a very happy thing to be able to talk and joke with the person next to him.

But Lucifer thought again and thought, according to Ermengarde's words, she seemed to be the best of the new generation of liches?

If nothing unexpected happens, when Fremont, the current Lord of the Lich Court, retires, the next Lord of the Lich Court should be Ermengarde?

"Ruined, Lich King's Court Pill."

"What did you say?"

Ermengarde, who was still admiring the palace interior, failed to hear Lucifer's slander.

"Nothing, we... huh?"

Lucifer, who was about to change the subject, bumped into an old acquaintance.

"Lucifer, and... um? The aura you carry? A lich?"

The person who came was not tall, with green hair and blue eyes, but it was difficult to clearly tell whether he was a man or a woman from his appearance and voice.

She first looked at Lucifer, then moved her gaze to Ermengarde behind her, and immediately guessed Ermengarde's identity.

But those emerald green pupils were always dull, as if they didn't care about anything.

"Are you coming to the meeting too, Slime?"

"Slime?"

The shapeshifter selectively ignored the first half of Lucifer's words, but the latter's address to her actually aroused her interest.

"Is that what you call me? It's up to you. As for the meeting, I've already told Theresa about our idea."

It was obvious that the shapeshifter had no desire to be imprisoned in the conference room.

"Do you have any other interesting suggestions? We're already getting bored."

Shapeshifters have studied interesting things in all sorts of places throughout their long history, but most of them either get boring quickly or simply don't interest the Shapeshifters at all.

Only Lucifer had some unconventional thinking and was able to give them many feasible suggestions, such as trying various delicacies from different places.

"Read some young people's novels. It's guaranteed to make you happy."

"Novel? OK, I'll take note of it."

The shapeshifter nodded, and passed by Lucifer, Ermengarde and the others, as if he was in a hurry to collect modern novels.

For a shapeshifter with a personality of "three no attributes", if one day he suddenly feels like wanting to know the taste of apricot, he wouldn't feel OOC to have a child with anyone.

All I can say is that it’s a good thing they aren’t the kind of people who like Tutu for fun.

Otherwise, with the capabilities of a cluster of transformers, they can more or less turn a country's top leadership upside down.

Or maybe, they have already done so.

After all, who knows.

Chapter 7: I am a master of disguise

"Who was that green-haired guy just now?"

After the shapeshifter left, Ermengarde took a great interest in her.

Listening to the conversation between the Shapeshifter and Lucifer, the other party seemed to be a member of the Sarkaz royal court, but Ermengarde could not see any obvious racial characteristics from her.

You know, even liches and blood demons have racial characteristics such as hollows and sharp ears, but shapeshifters do not.

"The Shapeshifter Cluster. I heard from the Scavenger King that they are the oldest Sarkaz nowadays. Unlike other Sarkaz, they have been living in their own original form from the beginning to the present."

Lucifer didn't care much at first, until the words of the Scavenger King Neczrei were unanimously recognized by the Blood Demon Lord Dukare and the Demon King Theresa.

This is a bit annoying.

Although Lucifer did not have a specific understanding, he at least knew that the Sarkaz and even the Tikaz had a history of thousands to tens of thousands of years, while the Shapeshifters remained the same.

However, after Lucifer interacted with the Shapeshifter, he found that she was not that difficult to get along with.

But Ermengarde was different. He felt that there were just too many evil spirits in Kazdel.

She prayed that she would not meet a more important figure, but as she and Lucifer slowly went deeper into the palace, an unconcealable smell of blood rushed into her nose.

And this smell was all too familiar to Lucifer.

"There are still experts, Ermengarde. Buy a lottery ticket when you go back. You might win a big prize."

"Ah? Why is that..."

Before Ermengarde could finish her words, the owner of the blood found them first.

He was a blood demon man who was almost the same height as Lucifer, equally young and gloomy, but looked much more cruel and ruthless than Lucifer.

"Lucy... huh? Lich? Why are you the only one here? Where's Flemont?"

The Blood Demon Lord frowned in dissatisfaction. In his impression, the lich who served as the lord of the royal court should be Fremont, not a young girl.

The Blood Demon Lord looked at Ermengarde, and at this moment she truly felt the pressure from the old player in the royal court.

"Ah! Mr. Fremont is unable to come due to personal reasons, so he asked me to go on his behalf. I still have his keepsake..."

Under the dangerous pressure, Ermengarde quickly took out the letter written by Flemont from her own hole.

The traces belonging to Fremont could not be faked, but this made the Blood Demon Lord even more unhappy.

Although his relationship with Flemont was not very good, he did not approve of Flemont's refusal to even attend the royal court meeting.

Observing the overly young lich girl in front of him, the Blood Demon Lord snorted with disdain.

"Hmph, never mind. There's no point in making things difficult for you. Lucifer, it's a good thing you're here. I have something to talk to you about."

The Blood Demon Lord, no longer caring about Ermengarde, turned and looked at Lucifer.

Lucifer blinked and thought for a moment, then decided to give it a try.

"Wrong, I'm a master of disguise no... I'm actually a shapeshifter."

"..."

The entire corridor suddenly fell silent, and the Blood Demon Lord and Ermengarde fell into silent echo.

When she came to her senses, Ermengarde was so shocked that she couldn't help but sigh that Lucifer was worthy of being a prince. He even dared to talk back to the Blood Demon Lord and easily did what she couldn't do.