I'll help the Demon King settle the world

Early the next morning, Yuan Zhen rushed to Price's office with full confidence and politely knocked on the door first.

The person inside the door heard the sound and politely replied:

"Please come in."

Yuan Zhen jumped in the door happily. When he was about to propose to Pres that he resign and retire, he was surprised to see Pres lying lazily on the ground, constantly nibbling snacks in his hands, as if he was carrying forward his foodie spirit.

Seeing Yuan Zhen coming, he stood up and stretched, holding half a bag of potato chips in his hand, he greeted Yuan Zhen and said:

"Come, come, come and eat together. New flavors of potato chips have just been released." As he spoke, he reached into the bag of potato chips, pinched another piece out, and continued eating.

He was chewing the potato chips, which looked so crispy and fragrant that even Yuan Zhen couldn't help but want to eat the new flavor of potato chips in his hand. He swallowed hard and almost forgot about the real thing.

Yuan Zhen cleared his throat, immediately stopped his greedy eyes, coughed twice and said:

"Dear Lord Price, I have something to tell you. Could you please put down the snacks in your hands and listen to what I have to say?"

She read a lot of books, finally learned a few words that she thought were elegant and euphemistic, and submitted her resignation to Price.

Price nodded, straightened his body, patted the floor next to him, and said:

"Come, please sit down."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhen strode over, deliberately stepped over the various snacks spread on the ground, and sat down next to Price.

She put on her most beautiful smile, greeted him politely, and then went straight to the topic:

"I don't have the ability to unite, nor do I have strong leadership skills. I rely on everyone's praise to barely deserve the title of 'Sword Master'."

Yuan Zhen looked at Price with shame and said with emotion:

"After this battle, you also know that my body is terminally ill and I will not die soon... Humans always hope that at the end of their lives, there will be relatives to accompany you on the last journey... It just so happens that my brother Xi Da, who has a different surname, especially Invite me to go back to his place to spend the rest of my life... You also know... He is my only relative. Now that he is willing to take me, an old man in his dying years, back to spend the rest of his life with me, do you think I, the adopted sister, can refuse to agree?! "

Yuan Zhen took advantage of the situation and coughed, and learned the trick Pres often used - pretending to be pitiful.

Continuing to face Price again, he sighed seriously and said:

"You see, I can't refuse, so I can only accept this important task of being a swordsman. I will return to Serbia with him, live the rest of my life, and spend the rest of my life in retirement."

This time Yuan Zhen directly played the family card, using words that were both true and false, just to gain sympathy and make a good impression on both parties.

Price saw through Yuan Zhen, and this kind of trick he used to play the rest was simply not worth mentioning in front of him.

There was a sly look in his eyes, but it quickly turned back to a warm smile.

"Female Sword Master, it's not that I want to keep you here, but you have also seen that the demons are now invading the human world in large numbers, and our country is in the midst of employing people..."

Pres also acted miserably, and even pretended to be reluctant to leave, showing that he would do whatever it took to keep him alive despite being a miser.

"If you leave, if the demons attack our country again on a whim, where can you find the Sword Master to defend against foreign enemies? Where can you find the Sword Master to help dispatch troops and generals!"

Price suddenly became excited, grabbed Yuan Zhen's hand, and cried and cried to save the person in front of him.

"Now you are the only one left in our country who can turn the tide. You can't abandon our country~" Preis shouted with loud snot and tears on Yuan Zhen's hands, pretending to be pitiful.

Seeing Pres's pitiful appearance, Yuan Zhen suddenly felt half-hearted, but he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

"Then...then about the resignation...we will talk about it later..." Yuan Zhen tried his best to shake off Pres who grabbed her with his dog paws, but his expression seemed weak and innocent.

"Then will you promise not to leave our country?" Price continued to stalk Yuan Zhen's arm tightly, begging for mercy.

During the tug, Yuan Zhen couldn't break free from Press's grip, so he had to shout for help.

At this time, Deputy Chief Pushkin heard the sound in the office and pushed the door directly in.

I happened to see Price holding the arm of the female swordsman, while the female swordsman shouted "help", as if they were struggling together.

Pushkin looked at them indifferently as they struggled together.

Crossing his arms with his chest, he leaned against the door and slowly admired the "exercise" between the two peerless celebrities.

When Preiss, Yuan Zhen and the others found someone breaking in, no one helped.

Price took advantage of the situation and looked toward the door. When he saw it was Pushkin, he immediately became honest and let go of Yuan Zhen's arm.

"You're here~" Price raised his friendly hands and said aggrievedly to Pushkin, who was watching their ugliness with interest:

"Master Sword Master said that he wanted to retire, but I just showed my affection and reason to find ways to keep her..."

Yuan Zhen finally got rid of Press's grip, shook his painful arm, and glanced at Press, who couldn't explain anything.

Yuan Zhen turned to look at Pushkin, and as if he had found a life-saving straw, he jumped up and pounced on the indifferent Pushkin's arm like a dog.

Pushkin was startled by Yuan Zhen's arrest and retreated repeatedly.

Yuan Zhen, the dog-skin plaster, refused to let Pushkin go. Right under Press's nose, Yuan Zhen shamelessly stuck to Pushkin and fled Press' office in angrily and triumphantly.

Yuan Zhen hangs on Pushkin's strong arm. Because Pushkin is tall, Yuan Zhen hangs on the arm as strong as steel and iron bones.

Only when they reached a safe area that even Price didn't bother to go to did Yuan Zhen dare to jump down.

As soon as Yuan Zhen's feet touched the ground, he expressed his gratitude to Pushkin, bowed his hands in salute, and said:

"Thank you, Deputy Chief, for your rescue. My little girl is very grateful."

Pushkin replied calmly, "No need to worry about it, it's just a matter of effort."

At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in Yuan Zhen's eyes. Since there is no hope for Pres to retire, how about giving it a try here? !

So Yuan Zhen clasped her hands together, and with what she thought was the most sincere attitude, she begged to Pushkin, treating him as his reincarnated parent:

"Your Majesty, Deputy Chief, my daughter has an uninvited request. Can I ask for your help?"

"Sir Sword Master, there is no need to be aloof. We are all working together for the country. If Pu can help, he will do his best."

Pushkin looked at Yuan Zhen's gift and was a little at a loss, so he could only reply in polite words.

Seeing that there was hope, Yuan Zhen immediately told Pushkin what he had just said about resigning to Presti.

Pushkin listened to Yuan Zhen's emotional talk about how he was unable to perform his duties, how he was ill, how he urgently needed to resign, how he wanted to retire as soon as possible and go back to share the joy of family life with his adopted brother, and other reasons.

She hoped to use her sharp tongue and words of family affection to impress Pushkin.

Pushkin listened to Yuan Zhen's heartfelt words and nodded frequently.

"Although I sympathize with you, I cannot decide this. I am just a deputy chief and have no executive power."

Pushkin's words pushed Yuan Zhen into the abyss.