Chapter 635 The mastermind behind the scenes

Betsy District is located in the northern half of the Demon Capital of the Demon Realm. This is also the most famous area in the Demon Capital and the entire Demon Realm.

Most of the people living in Betsy are from low-level planes outside the Demon Realm. Humans, elves, orcs are the mainstream, but they also include other races, etc. The complex races from various Low-level plane worlds make this area a racial complex. On the contrary, demons with pure local bloodlines are rare in Betsy.

The name of Betsy District comes from the name of a female elf. One thousand,732 years ago, this woman named Betsy sneaked into the palace alone under high alert. When facing the king who was protected by the super-level powerhouse, she was treated unfairly by the race of the plane in the Demon City, but she wanted to advise the king of the Demon City for the low-level plane that had lived in the Demon City for thousands of years.

The price of bravery was terrible. The king of the country ordered Becky to be executed on the spot, but somehow, the king divided the demon city into a place the next day and rented it to those races from low-level planes at an extremely low price. With almost zero tax collection, he rarely sent city guards to intervene. Soon, the place became a paradise for those who lived in the demon city.

Many people understand that the king was moved or touched by Becky's courage, or perhaps because of other reasons, in order to commemorate this woman who has won living space, interests and dignity for the lower plane race, this place was unanimously recognized and named as Becky District by the local area.

Time passes, things change, and more than 1,700 years have passed. Betsy District has become chaotic since its beginning, and when the demons rarely interfere, Betsy District has become a big cake for the low-level races, and has long been divided into countless large and small territories.

Inevitably, the original paradise turned into hell, and the Betsy District, which symbolized courage and unity, completely became a concentration camp for thieves, robbers and prostitutes. Fortunately, those people also knew themselves and all the evil activities were limited to the Betsy District, and they did not dare to attack the neighboring civilians and merchants in the demon city. Therefore, the demons did not interfere for more than a thousand years.

It was dusk at this time, and a broken carriage that seemed to be falling apart at any time was pulled into the Bets from Rihui Avenue and drove into Betsy District. Turn left and right and followed the crowd for a while, and finally stopped in front of a hotel on the street.

A thin black shadow jumped straight from the carriage, threw a piece of copper to the coachman who was older than the old horse and walked into the hotel.

As if he was used to it, the black shadow subconsciously looked behind him when he entered the door. After entering, he vigilantly glanced around the hotel lobby of more than a hundred square meters, and then he followed the stairs that exuded the decay smell to the second floor.

Three long, two short and one long, the black shadow knocked on a closed door on the second floor in a specific way. As soon as he entered, he covered the door and bowed carefully and said, "The target is still there, and he was not even injured. Lord Gaso committed suicide."

"Peng!"

A man buried in the dim candlelight like a shadow, shattering the wine pot in his palm, and the inferior ale splashed around and exuded a pungent smell.

"We still underestimate him."

Another voice sounded, but it was the elf who shot Li Junshan in the north area of ​​Betsy District during the day. His handsome face was a little distorted, and his fists were clenched tightly and he said with a stern voice: "Failed."

"Yes, it failed, it was completely failed..." The shadow in the dark said in a voice that did not contain any emotional color: "The target was not killed, and it was impossible to frame Gan Tingmos, let alone provoking friction between the Demon City and the Demon God Cult, but also causing Gaso's life. We were too careless."

"Who could have expected..." the elf said with a wry smile: "We have no mistakes in our plan, but who would have thought that the undead king was affected by the adult's sonic soul attack and could not react at all, and the summoner could even release the summoned beast, and the speed was even faster than we imagined. The reason for our failure was not that the plan was not meticulous enough or that there was a mistake, but that the summoner was completely beyond our expectations."

"Innate summoning beast..." The shadow in the dark pondered for a moment and said, "We are still too impulsive. We started rashly before we had no exact information from him. We only thought that the scene in the palace today could be the best excuse for us to do it, but we didn't think it would be like this now. Losing Gaso, let Lord Shadow know..."

At the end of the day, the shadows in the darkness brought a deep fear into the bone marrow, but there was still some trembling.

"Fortunately, no clue was left to reveal his identity. I think we should go back together to apologize to Lord Shadow, and Lord should be able to forgive him." A trace of unconcealed fear flashed on the elf's face.

"It's all." The shadow sound in the darkness returned to normal. He paused and said to the thin black shadow standing at the door with his hands down: "Continue to inquire about all the information about Nicholas, all his actions, including what he did when he left the mansion and saw whom he had seen, etc. I want his daily operations to inquire about the information he had done every day as soon as possible."

"Yes." The thin black shadow responded respectfully, and heard the sound of "Go out", then he bowed and retreated humbly.

After touching the sweat on his forehead, the black shadow went downstairs and glanced around the lobby, then walked out of the hotel and quickly merged into the night.

In the next two days, the guards stationed outside Li Junshan's mansion were almost as large as the residence of His Highness the Prince. Responsibly, apart from invisible people or monsters, even a small mosquito and fly should not fly into Li Junshan's mansion.

The guards were just a protective circle on the periphery. Li Junshan did not let the guards sent by the king enter the mansion. The huge mansion to his courtyard, more than twenty messengers, including Bazard, were distributed throughout the mansion. The courtyard where Li Junshan lived was even more vigilant.

The beast-catching aliens that are extremely sensitive to the breath of life, the fish demon aliens that can listen to them at a long distance, and the aliens with special abilities such as the smear aliens that cast colorless and odorless gases that make people unconscious are distributed throughout the courtyard; but there are still several radar aliens, eye monsters and fog monsters floating above the courtyard.

Li Junshan can be said to have released all the aliens that can be used, but he just doesn't want to face a second sneak attack or assassination. With such a level of defense, and the alien queen and anti-type alien who have been meditating in the house, Li Junshan feels that if he is assassinated again under such defense, whether safe or not, he will definitely regret his decision to come to the demon world in a hurry.

The servants in the mansion were repeatedly told not to walk around at will. In fact, Li Junshan did not need to emphasize that when a male servant secretly ran to meet his maid's lover the night before, he was discovered by an alien when he walked out of the yard under a curfew. The panicked male servant turned around and ran away, and was torn to pieces by the alien.

In this case, even if Li Junshan does not repeatedly emphasize that at night, the door of the house is almost closed and no one dares to step out of the yard at will.

It was already late at night, and most courtyards in the mansion were already in the dark, while Li Junshan's courtyard was brightly lit. Sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, drinking one cup after another, he drank and looked at the King of Dead Bones who were ignorant of the taste. Li Junshan smiled bitterly and said, "The more I think about it, the more I feel awkward. What's this?"

The corners of Chugu's mouth twitched, but said nothing, and picked up a glass of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Li Junshan's distress was that the Gerva family. Just before night came, Prince Victoria personally sent her to Li Junshan's mansion. Li Junshan still couldn't forget the smile in Victoria's eyes when she looked at him before leaving.

Li Junshan is a little embarrassed now. He and Xi Khan have absolutely no friendship. Of course, after Xi Khan is completely killed by him, the little hatred has also disappeared. However, with his identity and the fictitious Xi Khan soul to face the Gerva family, Li Junshan felt extremely awkward.

The side door of the courtyard opened with a creaking sound. Li Junshan looked up and Gerva changed into a luxurious dress and walked out gently. Her face still had the expression of fear and sadness flashing alternately. Her uneasy eyes were staring at Li Junshan. She stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, but she walked towards Li Junshan.

"Swoosh!"

An eight-claw messenger quickly moved his legs and crawled out of the flowers in the courtyard and blocked Gerva. The latter was startled and hurriedly stopped. Seeing the eight-claw messenger crawled back into the flowers, he let out a long breath.

"If I say I did not merge my soul with Xi Khan, all this is just a lie we made up, do you believe it?" Li Junshan didn't want to circle around Gerva. When he remembered the five children of different ages called him "father", Li Junshan felt goose bumps on his body.

The lifespan of the demon clan is at least twice as long as that of humans. The eldest of Xikhan's child is in his thirties, and in humans it is about fifteen or sixteen years old. Even so, a few teenagers who are no less tall than theirs, who are still childish, call them "fathers". How could Li Junshan accept it calmly?

"I believe." Gerva's beautiful appearance was stained with a faint dizzy under the reflection of the candlelight thicker on the silver candlestick on the stone table. The star-like black mole on the corner of her lips made her look even more sexy and seductive. She walked to Li Junshan with a scent of bathing and reached out to pour him with wine, and said softly: "Is my master dead?"

"That's right." Li Junshan said very simply: "What you see above the palace is just the impression of the soul sealed in a bead when he was in our plane world. This is like a scene recorded with a memory crystal ball. Do you understand if I say that?"

"I understand." Gerva looked at the King of Dead Bones sitting at the table without looking at the candlelight, and turned to Li Junshan and said, "At this point, I don't care how my adult died and who killed him. This is useless. I swear to the Demon God that I don't have the idea of ​​taking revenge, and I promise that my children will not have the same idea. I just want to live safely and well with a few children."

"It's good that you understand this." Li Junshan didn't expect that Gerva was a character. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, according to the current situation, I can only take you to the territory together, but you have to be more tactful, if I find out..."

"Don't worry, sir, although Gerva is a woman, she also knows that she has a promise. I will not use my own life or my child's life to challenge the sir's bottom line."
Chapter completed!