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What Qiu Shuihan said, Ye Xunhuan had thought about too, but what he was afraid of was that woman really turning out to be Chu Ji’s mother. If she was, then asking him to use Chu Ji’s mother to deal with the King was something Ye Xunhuan truly couldn’t do.

So Ye Xunhuan refused without the slightest hesitation.

Qiu Shuihan also knew this son‑in‑law’s temperament; seeing him refuse, he didn’t say anything more.

Because Qiu Ruoxi had come back, and Ye Xunhuan was briefly free of business, the Xiahou household became very lively, almost like they were celebrating the Spring Festival early.

However, Ye Xunhuan didn’t seem in the mood to take part in this lively atmosphere at all; he simply walked out of the house very quietly and headed toward the courtyard.

As soon as Ye Xunhuan stepped out of the house, the Demon King followed him out.

"Marshal, you all right?" the Demon King asked Ye Xunhuan softly.

From the very beginning, the Demon King had never had much hostility toward Ye Xunhuan, and as for the Taiji Seal, he wasn’t all that interested either.

Because he knew that something like the Taiji Seal, if it ended up on him, would only make him die faster.

As for the others, they were either not afraid of death at all, or they were people who had let the prospect of power go to their heads.

"I’m fine." Ye Xunhuan shook his head. "But last time I went to Moscow, you didn’t host me—that was really out of line."

"Don’t fucking bring that up. I was damn unlucky last time, more unlucky than I’ve ever been—almost lost my life." The Demon King said, both pissed and helpless. "Luckily you took care of Jim, otherwise I’d probably still be wandering around who‑knows‑where. My Madman Tribe..."

"I’m the one who dragged you into it." Ye Xunhuan said with some guilt.

"This doesn’t have much to do with you." The Demon King said flatly. "Forget it, it’s all in the past, let’s not talk about it."

"All right, we won’t."

"Marshal, I can’t stay in Huaxia forever. I have to go back to Russia." The Demon King directly shifted the topic.

"In such a hurry?"

"I’m no longer one of the Ten Overlords. Right now I’m the head of the Soviets; I have to shoulder that responsibility." The Demon King said with a serious face. "I have to go back; the Soviets need me to sit in town and hold the line."

"But if anything comes up, one phone call, or have your people pass me a message—no matter how many mountains and rivers I have to cross, no matter how long the journey, I’ll definitely come help you!" the Demon King vowed to Ye Xunhuan with firm conviction.

"Thanks."

"We don’t need to be so formal." The Demon King smiled. "All right, Marshal, take care. Next time you come to Moscow, I’ll make sure to host you properly."

"You mean you’re leaving right now?" Ye Xunhuan looked at the Demon King in surprise.

The Demon King nodded. "Yeah. Staying here, I just feel unsafe. Better to leave first. There’ll be plenty of time in the future—we’ll definitely see each other again."

"Help me tell them for me."

The time Ye Xunhuan had spent with the Demon King wasn’t exactly long, but he could feel that the Demon King was a man who lived by his feelings. Now that he said he was leaving, it obviously wasn’t something Ye Xunhuan could talk him out of.

So Ye Xunhuan agreed.

The Demon King left, and Ye Xunhuan walked him to the gate, watching him go.

Traveling all the way from Russia to Huaxia, just to help him, Ye Xunhuan, get through this crisis—that filled Ye Xunhuan’s heart with emotion.

To have a friend who’d risk his life for you—what more could you ask from life?

Soon, the Demon King disappeared from Ye Xunhuan’s line of sight. Just as he vanished, Michelle drifted over like a breeze, carrying a faint fragrance, and appeared at Ye Xunhuan’s side.

When Ye Xunhuan saw Michelle, a slight smile appeared on his face. "What, you leaving too?"

"What, you can’t wait for me to leave?" Michelle shot back.

"How could that be? If you’re willing to stay, I’d be more than happy." Ye Xunhuan said with a smile.

"Tch, you’re just eager to have me gone as soon as possible." Michelle curled her lips. "But I’m not going to leave that easily."

"I’m not the Demon King; I’m not as afraid of you Huaxia people as he is, and I’m not afraid of you plotting against me either." Michelle said calmly. "This Saintess has decided that some other day I’ll hold a mass here in Dongnan City."

"You’re smart enough—hold a mass and let the whole world know that the Vatican’s Saintess is in Huaxia. Even if the Guardians have any other ideas, they’ll have to think twice." Ye Xunhuan immediately saw through the little scheme in Michelle’s heart and laid it bare without the slightest hesitation.

Although her thoughts had been exposed by Ye Xunhuan, Michelle didn’t show any displeasure. Instead she giggled. "You’re pretty sharp."

"Anyway, thanks this time. When you go back, thank Louis for me too."

When Michelle heard him bring up Louis III, the smile on her face vanished at once, and a complicated look surfaced on her face. She seemed like she wanted to say something but held it back.

"What’s wrong?"

"Marshal, you really haven’t seen through why my uncle is helping you, why he’s trying to win you over?" Michelle asked, as if she’d made a big decision, gritting her teeth.

"Why?" Ye Xunhuan looked at Michelle, still smiling.

"Marshal, the truth is all of us know that right now you’re like a fuse, and also like a double‑edged sword. As long as you’re used properly, you can create immense value for someone." Michelle said heavily. "And I believe you know that too."

"You mean to say Louis is helping me purely because I’m useful, and if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t bother with me at all."

Michelle nodded, acknowledging what Ye Xunhuan had said.

"Michelle, people are always using each other. He’s using me, but aren’t I also using him? Otherwise, would you be here with the Cardinal Grand Master and the Round Table Knights?" Ye Xunhuan took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a light drag.

Michelle fell silent. What Ye Xunhuan said wasn’t wrong: Louis wanted to use Ye Xunhuan’s value, but Ye Xunhuan was also using his own value to get Louis to help him.

"Actually, I’ve long known Louis doesn’t mean me any particular good. That kindness on the surface is just a mask." Ye Xunhuan said calmly. "But isn’t that how the world works?"

"And besides, these things aren’t all that important to me."

Then Ye Xunhuan’s tone shifted. "But you—you tell me all this, aren’t you afraid your uncle will find out and blow his top?"

"After all, some things are better left as just mutual understanding. No one’s supposed to tear off the mask in public."

"I..."

Michelle opened her mouth, but had no idea what she should say.

"Michelle, you know, it’s better if the two of us keep some distance." Ye Xunhuan said helplessly. "The friendship between me and the Vatican can only be based on interests."

"Once there’s no more interest or value, we might rip each other’s faces off. Or I might stand on Huaxia’s side, and the first person the Vatican wants to kill won’t be the King—it’ll be me."

"When that time comes, you might be the best choice to kill me, because I would have no guard up against you." Ye Xunhuan said very seriously. "The question is—would you be able to do it?"