Chapter 315: Negotiations

Chapter 315: Negotiations

Seeing the Demon King on the verge of losing control, Wen Ying hurriedly said, "There's one more thing. If you agree to allow humans to enter Lucifer Demon Academy as exchange students, I can discuss with the Law and try to get it to consent to allowing a few mid-ranking demons to visit the human world."

The Demon King's gaze turned dark and icy, his thick killing intent seeping like flowing water, making Wen Ying feel "drenched" all over.

Wen Ying assessed the gap in strength between the Demon King and himself. In the demon realm, he really wouldn't be able to defeat the king easily.

"How many?" The Demon King snorted coldly, well aware of Wen Ying's deceptive words. "One or two?"

Wen Ying replied bashfully, "It depends on how many the Law agrees to."

"As the next Demon King, I will definitely strive to secure benefits for my future subordinates."

The Demon King almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The sudden burst of fire magic power created a storm that reduced much of the surrounding soft furnishings to ashes. His murderous and furious glare seemed ready to spill out.

Bathed in the scorching heat, Wen Ying's expression grew even more innocent and obedient, enhancing his angelic aura. This only fueled the Demon King's anger further, causing veins to bulge on his forehead. He exerted immense self-control not to kill Wen Ying on the spot.

The Demon King's breathing quickened, as if he had just undergone intense exercise.

Patience.

His goal was to leave a significant mark on the annals of history by conquering the Human Realm as a mighty Demon King. Wen Ying, despite being an angel, would at most live for six hundred years; his lifespan was bound to come to an end.

Though he couldn't see it, once Wen Ying died, the demons would certainly devour the Human Realm according to his imagination.

Wen Ying probably knew what the Demon King was thinking, but...

Behind Wen Ying's innocent smile, a malicious glint of schadenfreude flickered in his eyes.

He hadn't mentioned to the Demon King that he would reincarnate continuously in the Human Realm, reviving as an angel whenever the world needed him, thanks to the laws governing such matters.

It was best not to inform the Demon King of this, lest he lose his composure and initiate an all-out war.

Gazing at Wen Ying's amiable and warm smile, the Demon King's face twitched, and a chill ran down his spine. A fleeting premonition of ill omen washed over him.

Frustrated, he couldn't pinpoint the source of this unsettling feeling.

The Demon King pondered over every word Wen Ying had spoken, concluding that there were only a few potential deceptions, and surely no more hidden traps.

Wen Ying didn't rush the Devil King, allowing him to ponder on his own.

After a long while, the Devil King spoke slowly, "Allowing some humans into the Lucifer Academy is acceptable, but my condition isn't to send a few Mid-Rank Devils to the human world—"

The Devil King paused, his gaze sharp, "Lan Jiaying can go to the human world in her true form."

Lan Jiaying sneezed.

Wen Ying suppressed a subtle change in his expression. Lan Jiaying's popularity in the Devil Realm was probably similar to that of a world-renowned superstar in the human world. The Devil King's original plan for a Succubus project had shifted its direction entirely due to Wen Ying's proposal of a Devil Realm Cultural Street in Mu City.

Entrusting the middle-ranking succubus to win over human affection might lessen their overall wariness towards the demon realm, but as for favorable impressions, the entire succubus race would reap the benefits. The Black Dragon Clan, on the other hand, would remain unknown to humans.

Amidst a flurry of thoughts and a hint of schadenfreude, Wen Ying maintained a composed facade. He replied, "He has been to the human world before and didn't commit any heinous acts. The Law should consent to it, but I can't guarantee success."

The Devil King was in no mood to engage in wordplay with Wen Ying. All he wanted now was to get rid of him as soon as possible. The sight of Wen Ying's seemingly innocent yet utterly cunning face made him fear losing control.

With a deep, irritable tone and a forced smile, the Devil King said, "You'd better make it work, or else I won't agree to anything else. I'm well aware of your actions in the human world."

Given that he hadn't insisted on strict confidentiality, it was only natural for information to leak.

Wen Ying inwardly scoffed, "I'll try my best to persuade the Law."

"The Demon King waved his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging visibly.

Wen Ying rolled out quickly. He had no advantage nor any benefit in fighting the Demon King here in the demon realm.

Exiting the castle, Wen Ying saw Bellos at the entrance.

Bellos stood tall and straight, like a heavy and sharp greatsword when viewed from the side. An astonishing sense of pressure radiated from the casually standing demon, though he didn't deliberately release any aura of intimidation. It still made other demons passing by avoid his sharp edge.

Today, Bellos was dressed in formal attire. The clearly layered fabric of the clothes was of exceptional quality. The tailored vest perfectly outlined his muscular waist, while the single-sided cloak hung down and fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

His slightly curly black hair was tied up into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck today, giving him a different look.

As Bellos looked over with his red eyes, Wen Ying smiled and jogged towards him, examining Bellos from head to toe.

He rather enjoyed seeing Bellos in this kind of formal attire, it reminded him of the outfits in western fantasy-themed comics.

"Anything going on today?"

Boros nodded. "There's a banquet tonight."

Wen Ying shook his head. "The Devil King didn't even inform me. He's not competent."

Boros was a bit speechless. After a moment of silence, he said, "It would be abnormal if he did inform you."

He had heard about Wen Ying's advice to the humans these few days. Honestly, if Wen Ying wasn't his boyfriend, the devil in him would have wanted to beat him up.

"What did you say to Phileas? He looked strange after he returned."

Wen Ying didn't answer right away. He stroked his chin in thought before lifting his head to give Boros a meaningful look. "You mentioned there's a banquet in the capital tonight, right?"

"Mm."

"I want to repeat what I said to Phileas at the banquet tonight."