The last day of Ugetsu is the day when the new lord arrives.
When the people of the lord communicate in the streets, they will inevitably talk about various rumors about the lord.
People dare not talk loudly for fear of disturbing the shadow demons who eavesdrop in the shadows, even if they do not appear during the day.
Since the end of the last war, Silver Dragon Castle has become the territory of the demon clan, and the lord is naturally a high-level demon clan.
The new lord's name is Vincent von Styakad, and he is the sixth son of Salintas, the King of Demons.
Legend has it that he is very handsome and not as cruel as his predecessor.
As a result, the prince's cold body lay in the hastily arranged temporary magic circle on the dock.
Eight great lichs surrounded him and tried their best to summon the prince's dissipating soul back to his body.
No one expected that Prince Vincent would be assassinated after arriving at the territory.
The assassins were a group of elite demon hunters who fought desperately with the guards. Before dying, they unexpectedly threw a magic bullet and hit the new lord.
The prince was lying on the ground, his long black hair hanging down, his charming purple eyes no longer open, his slender limbs stretched out, without any wounds on his body, and his expression was as peaceful as if he was asleep.
The soul fragments in the air gathered into smoke and were constantly driven back to the body by the lich.
However, after the soul disappeared from the body for a moment, it quickly ran back into the air as if it was afraid of something.
Neither the summoning nor the soul-reviving spells work. If the lich were a living creature, he would be sweating profusely at this time.
"Your Highness's soul is broken and he is still confused, but his life is still there. This is so weird..."
A tall Lich leader, wearing a black robe and holding a bone wand, muttered to himself.
The prince actually heard what the lich leader said.
"Can I not be confused? What kind of monsters, ghosts, monsters and monsters are these?"
The strange soul in his body was terrified, and his spirit allowed him to still be aware of the outside world without opening his eyes.
This soul's name is Vincent, who was a college teacher in another world. The pronunciation of his name is almost the same as that of the owner of the body.
Vincent has worked in a company, and even as a teacher, he still dares to study hard and is proactive.
Due to his excessive ability to write papers, he has recently been in a state of attending classes at work, coaching students in competitions after get off work, and leading liver scientific research projects in the middle of the night.
So, he forced himself to smile and fell on the podium of the National Skills Competition...
Then, his soul entered the body of this demon prince.
He didn't want to get up at all until he understood the situation, sorted out his memories, and prepared himself for the unfamiliar environment.
It wasn't a dream, I should have traveled through time.
Why is it a demon?
Am I no longer a human being?
Vincent was so distraught that he couldn't imagine how to live with his soul in such a body.
As his memory was sorted out, he gradually no longer felt afraid of those vicious demon subordinates, but what should he do next as a lord?
After searching for the prince's personal situation in his mind, he felt a little more at ease.
The former Vincent de Styakad lived in the bottomless abyss of the Demon Continent. Like all children of the Chaos Demon Clan, he was born with magical power.
In order to make his descendants more powerful, the Chaos Demon King Salintas also made a pact with the gods during the war between gods and demons. At the expense of not expanding the invasion, his children would receive the blessings of gods.
Each kind of protection is a power that the demons themselves cannot obtain, which makes the new demons more powerful than their parents.
On the occupied human lands, they became the new lords and continued to intimidate the mainland.
Vincent de Stejacade was one of them.
Looking at the prince's abilities, in addition to his innate magic power and strong body, Vincent also discovered something interesting.
The blessing of the Craftsman God...
As long as Vincent can imagine the structure of various utensils and the materials are up to standard, he can most likely make them by hand.
Isn't this a coincidence?
Vincent's professional field in his previous life was toy design and manufacturing. He was a collector of various toys. His family also ran a toy factory, doing both outsourcing and self-design.
What a great golden finger! Vincent was so happy that he almost broke out in excitement.
The protection of the Craftsman God is of little use in the eyes of most demons. What they value is the strength of the body and magic power.
Since there is no decent training, the current level of the God of Craftsman's protection is not high.
Of course, even if it cannot be made into something too complicated, it is enough to complete the production of various small toys.
Relying on this golden finger, Vincent believes that at least he will not be too bored, and he will not starve to death if he does not become a lord.
If you are lucky, you can realize your wishes and achieve great success.
However, being a demon lord was too dangerous, and he was assassinated as soon as he took office.
The magic attack that hit him just now was very special.
Even if he couldn't analyze the principle, Vincent could guess that this magic was unusual.
That weapon was most likely developed specifically for the royal family with special souls.
The prince was the only one present just now who was a member of the noble royal family. The lich, undead creatures and people were all safe and sound.
It seemed that he was being targeted. The person who tried to assassinate him was so bold that he even dared to kill the Demon King's son. He must be more careful in the future.
At present, it seems that he can only accept the fact of becoming a high-level demon. Even if the future is unpredictable, it is better than lying dead all the time.
Just when I was thinking about what posture I should use to express my return as the king, a miserable wailing sound suddenly sounded nearby.
It's the voice of a young woman.
"I caught you, you lowly rat." A hoarse voice without emotion appeared immediately, "I've been sneaking around for so long."
"It's a female." The Lich leader beside him moved. In addition to speaking, he also made a creaking sound of bones rubbing together. "An associate of the assassin."
"It wasn't her hand that moved it," said the hoarse voice, "but my sickle is already hungry and thirsty."
"Scythe, don't kill." The Lich leader stopped him, "The information in her mind is useful, Your Highness needs it."
"I have only one master, and the master's enemies must die." The monster named Ju Si said angrily, "Quickly extract the memory, and then I will kill her."
"I don't know how to smoke." The Lich leader replied simply, "Keep her until the Necromancer comes."
"I don't know how to draw..." The giant scythe seemed a little impatient, "but I can torture."
"I'm so impatient." The Lich leader muttered, "Don't kill me, save His Highness first."
Vincent, who was pretending to be dead, could not imagine what it would be like to be tortured by demons, but he would never want to see that scene for a while.
If important information is tortured to a brainless demon, can the person really be interrogated before being torn to pieces?
Only talents are best at dealing with people. Even if I am no longer a human being, I will definitely be better than these monsters.
It's time to try your own protection.
Thinking of this, Vincent's heart skipped a beat, he opened his consciousness that was blocked by magic, and opened his eyes.
A group of surrounding lichs with faces uglier than Halloween masks were stunned. Then they stood up collectively, raised their hands in the air and made a gesture that looked like they were hanging with bent arms, and let out a whimpering cheer.
"Devil's blessing! Your Highness is safe and sound!"
All the monsters patrolling nearby raised their hands and made various indescribable sounds.
It is difficult to describe the ritual feeling of this group of demons dancing...
The monster known as the "Giant Scythe" surged over like a black mist, occupying Vincent's field of vision almost instantly.
What Vincent saw was a large scythe demon wearing a hooded cloak and holding a huge scythe, which was two and a half meters tall.
The face in the hood was as blurry as a black hole, but Vincent could actually see some concern from his two phosphorus-like eyes.
In his arms, he held a blond girl who was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a tight leather jacket full of equipment.
A rusty sickle was pressed against her throat. With a slight pull, the beautiful head would roll down to Vincent's feet.
In that case, the only source of intelligence is gone.
"Praise the devil, the master is fine." The sickle demon's hoarse voice trembled a little, "Do you want a blood sacrifice for this female?"
Among so many subordinates, he is the only one who calls himself master.
For some reason, Vincent felt a little touched.
The Scythe Demon was so happy that he had no idea that the girl was about to be strangled to death by his big pale hands.
"Blood sacrifice?" Vincent sat up and raised his slender eyebrows, "That would be too cheap for her, and it would be even cheaper for her behind the scenes."
The new lord stood up, snapped his fingers, and the dust on his clothes dispersed.
Magic and convenience!
In the girl's fearful eyes, a young and handsome figure was approaching him step by step.
"Let go of that girl." Vincent straightened his collar, tilted his head and ordered to the obedient Scythe Demon, "Let me do it."