The Demon King Who Lost His Job

The room door was opened, and Rukia walked in angrily.

"What are you two doing? Why don't you go down to dinner?"

"Ahem..." Old Taylor coughed a little, slightly embarrassed.

"Really, I know you haven't seen it for a long time, but you don't want to talk here without eating, right?" Lucia pinched her waist, as if she became the owner of the house, "and you, grandpa. I'm here to stay with my father without eating. I am a little self-aware as an elderly person."

"Huh?" Uncle Carl looked at Old Taylor in surprise, wondering if his father was here to take care of himself all day.What an old man who dislikes integrity...

Old Taylor felt a little shameless, so he had to cover up and said, "The old man just has nowhere to go, just rest here."

Rukia was too lazy to care about her grandfather, and turned to look at her father, "Dad, you are enough, you are all at the level of uncles, why are you calling for duels everywhere? Who knocked this out?!"

"This... it's just to learn from old friends..." A waterfall and a black line appeared on Karl's forehead, thinking embarrassingly.

Being beaten up by a newcomer, it was so shameless in front of her daughter.

For the sake of the dignity of being a father, it's better not to admit it...

Time flies by, two months later

A remote town in the late night empire, located in Wales.

It is far away from the core city, there is no bustling as imagined, and it is full of simple feelings everywhere.

Weedy streets, huts swaying in the wind, and blue-gray church towers without brilliance.

The jingle bell rang, immediately echoing in the town, surprised a series of crows, quacking miserably.

This is the bell of the sunset. Because this remote town is surrounded by mountains, the town has fallen into the dusky darkness long before sunset.

Residents returned home early, angry and smoky smoke, and thousands of lights swaying in the dark, making it extremely quiet.

The people who appeared on the streets at this time were either homeless homeless people or drunk unemployed people who wandered around the streets without people.

Of course there are people with various purposes, such as this

Knight Commander Franklin spent two months lurking on the black market and inquiring from various sources, and finally contacted the person praised by the ghost.

And fully stated his purpose, he has something urgently needed for the ghost praise. As for the specific details, I hope to meet their president Swinburne directly and talk in person.

Franklin's request was finally answered after a long time, and Swinburne asked him to meet in this small town, and at night.

Swinburne had his own consideration of meeting in such a remote place.

The present Haggui praises are no longer as strong as they used to be. The members died and walked away. In the end, only four poor people were left.

Now it has fallen into the danger of dissolution, and it is a headache to maintain it. There are still many wolves and tigers standing by, wanting to eat the former king.

The Dark Adventurer's Guild is so ruthless, without any rules and regulations, the fist is the last word, and everything follows the basic law of the weak.

Being weak and being swallowed abruptly by other dark guilds is understandable. Even Haogui Lizan is now facing this kind of internal and external troubles.

Outside, the forces of various countries are sternly suppressing the encirclement and suppression, and inside are the eyes of other dark guilds. There is little room left for the ghosts to praise and linger.

Therefore, as the acting president, Swinburne must be cautious and never allow himself to have any accidents.

It is safer to meet in a remote place. If someone is an imperial chaser or a predator from another dark guild, Swinburne can quickly escape.

How could a guy who can maintain the ruined guild to this day be a fool?

However, the immediate difficulties still have a turning point. As long as Swinburne resurrects his father Palmer, he will regain control of the voice, and it is not impossible to return to the peak of the past.

This is why Swinburne would rather run the risk of being eaten and meet Franklin.

Franklin wore a black robe, completely concealing his identity as a bauhinia knight, for fear that anyone would find out.

He has the Queen’s top secret mission, so he must be careful.

If it is revealed, the image of the entire royal family will be subverted and the empire will be plunged into crisis.

Franklin knew that he would face the leader of the dark guild next, so he was also very vigilant, not to be bitten by the tiger.

Holding the wrapped former Kingdom Code, he walked through the street, turned a few corners, and suddenly saw a dilapidated coffee house named "Sailo River"

Poor decoration, cheap accessories hung on the old window, and the store sign shook on the door, making a "creak" sound

"That's it..."

Chapter 24: Monthly Ticket Plus

Franklin was just about to take a step towards the agreed coffee shop.

As a result, a drunk tramp rushed over, his mouth full of alcohol.

"Wine...Drink..."

"Tsk!"

Franklin slammed a fist on the face of the drunk without hesitation, causing him to scream and lay on Lubian, with several front teeth knocked out.

This is an extraordinary time for Franklin, and he cannot be entangled in other things.

Especially Franklin, as one of the three knight commanders of the Knights, is very famous and might be recognized by others.

In order to avoid this situation, he must eliminate all risks, and Thunder will use it rudely.

Franklin straightened his black robe and lowered his hat to prevent others from seeing it.

Then kicked away the limp homeless man and went straight to the coffee shop.

Jingle Bell

Franklin opened the door and found that there was only one person in the corner. It seemed that even the owner of the coffee shop was not there.

In fact, Swinburne has already taken care of this place. Since we are going to talk about important things, the less busy people wait, the better.

The only man in the shop has short red hair, and he scrupulously lifts his forehead.

He is dressed in elegant clothes, and the workmanship is very delicate, even the buttons have fine patterns.

He looks less than 30 years old, slightly younger, but there is a mature vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows.

The cigarette in his hand slowly burned, and the choking smoke rose up, making people frown.

Presumably this person is Swinburne, the acting president of Haogui Lizan. He doesn't feel evil at all, but looks like a great nobleman with elegant aesthetics.

Swinburne raised his eyelids a little and looked at Franklin who came in, without the slightest expression on his face.

This man is the current boss of Haogui Lizan, right?

I can't see the aura of a high-ranking person at all...

Although Swinburne felt harmless to humans and animals, Franklin did not dare to underestimate it.

If I remember correctly, Swinburne was a holy-rank strong long ago, and it took only one and a half years to go from high-rank to holy-rank, and he was a man of extraordinary talent.

So what is the strength of Swinburne now?Franklin couldn't imagine it at all, but he estimated that it must have reached an unimaginable level.

Being stared at by Swinburne's eyes immediately made Franklin feel deeply stressed, and his body began to tremble unconsciously, as if being watched by a beast.

Am I going to communicate with this monster next?

It feels so dangerous, I always feel that Her Majesty the Queen wants to use the ghosts to praise, is playing with fire...

Franklin kept muttering in his heart, feeling that he should proceed cautiously and not let the opponent go beyond the control of the empire.

He lowered his hat, walked slowly to the opposite side of Swinburne, and then slowly sat down. Swinburne flicked the soot, and said calmly, "Is it you who are looking for me?"

Franklin nodded, "Yes."

"Then say less useless things and just talk about the main point." Swinburne's eyes are like hungry wild wolves, opening the door to Jianshan, "I heard you have something we urgently need?"

"Yes." Franklin didn't speak much, just answered calmly.

Swinburne picked up the bottle next to him and filled his glass, "Do you know what we need now?"

"I know, right?" Franklin felt right. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid it would not be enough to negotiate terms with the ghost.

"Oh?" Swinburne raised his head, his eyes flashed with alertness, "You know us quite well? Wouldn't it be a colleague of other dark guilds, or a running dog of the empire?"

Franklin became nervous and worried that his identity would be discovered, so he tried to pretend to be calm and said, "No."

"But you don't even dare to show your face, making me doubt your identity?" Swinburne said with a smile.

"You don't need to know my identity, as long as you know that I am of great help to you, otherwise everyone will fall apart." Franklin threatened, worried that exposing his identity as the knight commander would have an impact on Her Majesty the Queen.

Swinburne looked at Franklin blankly, and then smiled, "Don't be nervous, everyone has a secret, I'm not that boring person."

Franklin breathed a sigh of relief. If the other party gets angry, there is nothing he can do about it.

"So..." Swinburne raised his head and said seriously, "Take your things out and let me see..."

Franklin hesitated, and obediently handed the burden in his arms to Swinburne.

After Swinburne opened it, he was stunned looking at the simple and shabby thick leather book, especially the densely packed former kingdom text.

He is also a man of profound knowledge, and at the same time a holy-level expert who studies magic. Although he cannot fully understand the words of the former kingdom, he can also infer the general meaning.

Swinburne's eyes widened, staring at the former Kingdom Code, as if he had seen another world, full of mystery.

"this is……"