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In the royal palace, capital of the Kingdom of Zen.

The demon's envoys did not at all restrain the aura that caused the creatures on the continent to instinctively feel fear and disgust, and they walked into the human hall in a grand manner.

Even though the knights and ministers around them all looked at them with extreme disgust, these demons still looked normal, especially the small figure walking in the front, who puffed out his chest, looking very proud.

The king looked at the special delegation below with a frown on his face, not trying to hide his displeasure.

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Princess of the Winged Tribe salutes you."

The little demon princess lifted her skirt slightly and bent down slightly, showing the impeccable etiquette of a human princess.

The other demons also bent down. Even though they were all very unhappy, they still knew the importance of the matter and did not show any emotion on their faces.

The king just hummed softly.

The demon envoys all accepted the gift and looked up at the throne.

The little devil princess said;

"Your Majesty, at the will of the Demon Lord, our delegation came here to express goodwill."

"Oh, the kindness of the devil?" A disdainful voice came from the side.

The demons looked at him with fierce eyes, and saw an old knight with a body as tall as a bear.

Old Marshal Draren was the most traditional and purest knight, so what happened on the Hero Island made him extremely angry, and he wanted to rush into the rift in the Demon Abyss and kill all those demons.

But his patriotic thinking forced him to suppress his impulsive emotions. However, it was still okay to say a few sarcastic words in such an occasion. The worst that could happen was that he would be criticized and punished by the king afterwards.

However, he did not expect that by expressing his malice in this way, the leading demon princess looked at him and was stunned for a moment, then she actually smiled respectfully and very friendlyly and said:

"You are old Marshal Draren, right? Although we were opponents in battle, the upper demons of our Winged Tribe all admire your bravery and strength. Now that we meet you in person, you are just as imposing as the legend says."

Such praise made the old marshal's expression distorted.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Even if this is a demon, its behavior at this moment is no different from that of a human. What's more, as a messenger, I want to say a few words to it, but it seems that nothing I say is right.

So he could only snort in dissatisfaction, turn his head away, and still have a sour face.

The king and his ministers were all puzzled by this scene. Why would this demon behave like this? This made everyone more alert.

The king suddenly spoke:

"Devil's messenger, what exactly does your Demon Lord mean?"

The little devil princess turned around, her lovely smile unchanged, but her voice was slightly raised as she answered:

"Your Majesty, the following are the original words of the Great Demon Lord. Dear King of the human kingdom of Zenn, I understand the ill will of the various races on the continent towards me and my descendants. I also admit that my descendants are born with characteristics that you do not like, such as evil, cunning, meanness, and unscrupulous means. However, I hope that you can give me and my descendants a chance to correct our mistakes and survive, considering the contributions and sacrifices my race has made in several major disasters on the continent."

The crisp sound ended and the scene was silent.

Is this what the supreme being of the devil would say? No matter how you think about it, it's impossible. He is an immortal god-level monster, even better than ordinary gods. How could he say such a request?

What on earth made the Demon Lord convey this kind of information? Everyone was frantically analyzing it in their minds, trying to find the answer.

The silence lasted for a long time. The demons didn't think anything was wrong and waited patiently for these humans to break the silence.

Finally, the king exhaled as if he had just come to his senses and said:

"Peace is what all intelligent species want. No one can refuse peace except those who are ambitious. If the Demon Lord really wants peace, the Kingdom of Zen is willing to accept it. As the Demon Lord said, when the continent was hit by a disaster, the demons also stood up and made considerable sacrifices. This is an undeniable fact."

The little devil princess smiled even more brilliantly, but an extremely dissatisfied voice came from the side.

"Your Majesty! Demons are absolutely untrustworthy! Every word they say reeks of lies! Peace? This sacred word has been polluted to the utmost when it comes out of their mouths!"

The person who was speaking was a thin old man. His daughter was bewitched by the devil and her soul was eventually taken away by the devil. For so many years, he has always insisted on funding rare professions such as demon hunters.

Everybody here knows how much the poor old gentleman hates the devil.

The knights here also responded one after another, and for a moment, huge pressure acted on the demons in the hall.

The little devil princess was a devil to begin with. Her personality made her unable to stand being bullied. Her patience just now made her extremely uncomfortable. Now that she had finally completed the task assigned by the devil lord, she was interrupted like this. Her expression was no longer bright and she became very angry.

But thinking about the instructions from the Demon Lord and her father, she forced herself to calm down and spoke again. Her childish voice miraculously overwhelmed the accusations:

"To show my sincerity! The Demon Lord has granted me the highest authority over demons. Now anyone who has made a deal with a demon can redeem their soul or anything else from me!"

There was deathly silence again.

Would a demon allow someone to take something back from his stomach? This is too absurd.

If it weren't for the pure demonic aura, they would all suspect that this was something else pretending to be a demon.

As if she understood the thoughts of the people around her, the little devil princess continued to explain:

"We demons are originally a race differentiated from the demon master. All our instincts and habits are controlled by the demon master. As long as the demon master wants, even the most selfish demon will change and become selfless!"

This explanation made sense, and a wave of discussion began after the little princess's words.

His Majesty the King just watched the development of the situation quietly at this moment.

Suddenly, the old man whose daughter had died stepped forward and said loudly:

"If what you said is true, then please return my daughter's soul to me! And give her a complete body!"

The little devil princess glanced at him and said:

"Okay, but you have to bring the exchange items."

What he was referring to was naturally what the old man's daughter had exchanged from the devil.

"My daughter's condition was to kill the man who hurt her, but that man is already dead! How can I repay him?"

The old man trembled.

The little princess was prepared, "Then choose someone to exchange soul for soul."

Soon, at the king's instruction, a death row prisoner was brought here.

Under the gaze of many eyes, the little devil princess took away the soul of the death row prisoner and then took out a demon with horns on its head from the bag around her waist. The demon was the size of a kitten and pinched its head and feet. She squeezed out many souls like twisting a towel and took out the soul of a girl from among them.