Although public opinion is not crucial for Hell, it can still have unexpected effects at critical monts.
After all, faith, in essence, is another form of people's hearts.
And the Truth Departnt does care about the forr.
Not only that, Goliath Soren should also be interested — this guy is the Minister of Religion in the six-mber Cabinet and the only undead in the Cabinet, a thousand-year-old Demigod-level Witch Demon, and he's quite clear-headed.
"This kid..." Asmon chuckled lightly, spreading out the newspaper, his tone playful, "interesting."
The secretary standing beside him — a low-key and calm Shadow Demon — spoke softly.
"Sir, should we take action against him?"
"Action? Why should we muddy the waters?"
Asmon chuckled softly, casually flipping over the newspaper, and said lightly, "However, I'm curious how the show ticulously arranged by the Dragon family will end; you should keep an eye on it for . Although it's not suitable for us who serve Lord Demon God to rashly participate, we need to know what's happening."
Zakro, that old fellow, is not a good sort.
He even thinks that guy is a bit insane...not quite normal.
A century ago, he once advised that guy to transfer power to the younger generation, to at least ensure fresh blood and the flow of power within the family, but that guy always wanted to hold everything tightly in his hands, and the result was each generation becoming less capable, turning into re puppets.
Now they are indeed regressing further and further, actually fighting with the son-in-law favored by the Padric family.
Don't they find it shaful?
Of course—
It's also possible that there's sothing in the Maze of Thunder County that Zakro misjudged, causing him to change his mind and want to pick up this discarded burden again.
Asmon pondered in his heart, while the secretary beside him bowed his head in response and quietly retreated into the shadows.
Ti flowed quietly.
This Demigod-level Shadow Demon picked up the teacup, took a light sip, and his gaze stayed on the portrait of Luo Yan.
A Demon King possessing the power to enchant hearts and inheriting a "mysterious legacy"...
He smiled slightly, staring into those deep purple eyes, murmuring to himself.
"Perhaps the Parliant needs an additional chair."
...
Demon City, lusine Mansion, afternoon tea ti.
Sunlight filtered through the glass window inlaid with Demon Crystals, casting on the exquisite tea sets and velvet tablecloths. The air was filled with a faint honey tea fragrance, and elegant piano music slowly flowed within the room.
Karamos lusine — the Family Head of the Enchanting Demon family, and the Intelligence Minister of the Cabinet, was sitting at the tea table.
His features were exquisitely carved like a work of art, long hair cascading down slender shoulders like a waterfall.
If one were not familiar with him, it was easy to mistake him for an elegant lady. However, he was not a woman, just that the bloodline of an Enchanting Demon bestowed upon him soul-capturing eyes and an unmistakable unique aura.
At this mont, his slender fingers were holding a teaspoon, gently stirring the tea in the cup, his golden pupils slightly squinting, looking thoughtfully at the person opposite him.
Sitting across from him was Festin Padric, the Family Head of the Padric Family.
This person was dressed in an elegant black robe, graceful and poised, sipping tea leisurely.
Karamos set down the teaspoon and suddenly opened up the conversation.
"How's your daughter been lately?"
Festin replied offhandedly.
"She's doing well, recently celebrated her twentieth birthday. I sent you an invitation, but you were out of Demon City."
"I had no choice; the lusine family's business spans across Hell, and sotis I have to go on missions for Lord Demon God to the human world, unlike you who can enjoy Demon City every day."
Karamos sighed regretfully, his eyes looking apologetically at Mr. Festin, Youyou said, "I apologize for missing it; she is your daughter. Even if I missed my own child's birthday, I shouldn't have missed hers."
That affectionate gaze gave Festin goosebumps, yet his smile remained unchanged as he said.
"Don't give that."
"Haha, I'm sorry."
Karamos laughed heartily, retracting his exaggerated deanor.
The two had been old friends since their school days.
Even though one entered the Cabinet and one the Parliant, one a Demigod-level, the other a Master-level, their conversations never had any hierarchy, always interacting as friends.
This also had to do with the family culture of the lusine family.
Though they were also a high-level Enchanting Demon family, their views were entirely opposite to the Padric family.
To give an inappropriate example, the latter was the conservative type among the Enchanting Demons, believing enchantnt to be an art, the unattainable is the most precious, and they especially valued the purity of bloodline and the inner feelings.
On the contrary, the lusine family was much more passionate and belonged to the "radical" faction of Enchanting Demons.
Their orientation not only transcended gender and race but even engaged personally to fulfill the believers' wishes, instead of directly bestowing power and remote controlling, thus their bloodlines were as mixed as a spectrum of seven colors.
Because of this, most mbers of the lusine family would use pseudonyms and fictitious surnas to avoid tarnishing the family na, only changing their surna back after becoming the Family Head, and restraining their words and deeds a bit more.
Before Karamos settled down, Ms. Serena once forbade Festin from contacting his old friend.
In truth, Festin was quite innocent.
He had normal preferences for a demon, and truly had nothing happen with this old friend, at most occasionally making a few teasing remarks.
The two chatted for a while, mainly focusing on Miss Padric.
Karamos didn't expect Festin would let her enter such a marginal departnt as the Demon King Managent Departnt, while the latter indulgently said to go wherever she liked, anyway for the Padric family, gilding was gilding no matter where, as long as they were willing, even guarding magma could lead to extraordinary achievents.
However, at this mont, Karamos suddenly changed the topic, speaking aningfully.
"Speaking of which, the Demon King your daughter is in charge of isn't an easy one."
Festin smiled lightly, his gaze without the slightest ripple: "Oh? So even Mr. Karamos is interested in him?"
"You could say I'm interested, after all, my child occasionally ntions him in letters," Karamos smiled slightly, the tip of his index finger gently rubbing the tabletop, drawing circle after circle: "But my interest in him is more of a necessity for work than genuine curiosity. You know, I'm in charge of the intelligence system, naturally paying special attention to outstanding young individuals."
Festin put down the teacup, speaking in an unremarkable tone.
"So, have you found anything interesting?"
"A little, not much... But more than the groundless rumors, I'm more curious about the attitude of my dear old friend, Mr. Festin."
Karamos looked at his expression, a charming smile on his face, probing as he spoke.
"So, will the head of the Padric family support him?"
Festin paused slightly, then smiled and spoke gently.
"I respect my daughter's choice."
Karamos squinted his eyes.
This was a quite clever answer.
The Padric family is one of the noble Enchanting Demon families, although not as strong as the lusine family in terms of hard power, their soft power might not be the sa.
Festin neither denied nor confird.
What does this imply?
He's observing!
Observing whether Luo Yan is worth further investnt.
Isn't this guy a bit too calm?
It's known that the opponent is the Dragon family, even though they've declined recently, a declining abyssal behemoth is still larger than a fledgling Hellhound.
Or is it—
Does the Padric family know sothing?
Karamos still smiled on the surface but internally placed more significance on Luo Yan.
Nobody can control all the intelligence in Demon City, not even the intelligence chief under the Demon God.
Perhaps the Padric family has cards he hasn't seen, such as more direct evidence proving Luo Yan's illegitimate status...
Or sothing else.
"Alright, I know you're an old fox, say it if you want, don't if you don't," he raised his teacup, gently clinking it against Festin's rim, suddenly relaxing his tone, and smiling: "The Padric family's descendants have always had good taste, I sincerely wish happiness for your daughter."
Festin smiled lightly, his gaze deep as night, like the unfathomable night sky of Demon City.
"Thank you for your blessing, I believe she will find her own happiness."
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