I am the heroine's godfather!

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Vultures swept across the desolate desert, letting out mournful howls. A fierce wind blew, whipping up sand and dust. Tumbleweeds rolled about in the desert, and even the occasional cactus looked listless.

Loran yawned: "It's been so long since I've been here, and it's still so desolate."

"After all, it's a desert."

Lucifer walked barefoot in the desert, feeling the warmth of the sand.

It was early autumn, but the desert days were still hot. The soft sand flowed between her toes, carrying a hint of warmth.

"Because it is close to the territory of the demons, and no one lives here, it is normal for it to be desolate."

As he spoke, Lucifer pointed to the distant oasis that was faintly visible: "Believe it or not, once the demons open trade with other races, a city-state will definitely be built there."

"Of course I believe it."

Loran nodded and said, "Perhaps that city will become a hub in this area."

"Alright, you two, stop with this nonsense."

Lestinger took a swig of water and strode forward: "We're almost home, what are you dawdling for?"

"Yes Yes Yes......"

Lucifer followed along somewhat helplessly, and Estia also came over: "The last time we came here, this was still a battlefield."

"Yes, the last battle before breaking into the Demon Realm broke out here."

Loran seemed to reminisce: "Back then, when the allied forces were fighting the demon army, we found an opportunity to rush into the demon territory and head to the Demon King's city for the final battle."

"I never expected that I would come here to help the demons."

Estia said with a touch of melancholy, "Such a big change has happened in just ten years? Times are changing so fast."

"After all, it's hard to completely fix one's stance."

Loran continued walking forward: "Cooperating with the demons now is in our common interest, so there is a natural basis for cooperation."

"That's true."

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After passing the oasis, and continuing for about three hundred miles, the desert gradually recedes, and strange rocks appear all around.

This is the entrance to the Demon Realm.

At the end, at a certain point, the earth seemed to be suddenly severed, and standing on the edge of the cliff, one could vaguely see the Demon King's Castle standing on the distant mountain peak.

Centered on the Demon King's Castle, the four tribes, each the size of a medium-sized country, constitute the four royal courts of the Demon Clan.

"We've got it!"

Lestinger stretched, and Lucifer's phantom had long since disappeared. A familiar magical fluctuation came from the sky. Loran looked up and saw a group of fallen angels slowly descending in front of the cliff. Leading them was Lucifer, but this time, it was his true form.

"Welcome to the Demon Realm, Acting Saintess."

Lucifer landed slowly, smiling as he extended his hand. Loran shook it politely, then looked down at the tribe below the cliff: "If we want to trade in the future, this kind of terrain might not be so easy to manage."

"Ah, of course, we've made preparations as well."

Lucifer pointed to the left, and Loran could see a group of demons working on the cliff in the distance.

"We plan to build a road that leads to the Demon King's City. From now on, this will be the main road for the demons."

As he spoke, Lucifer pointed to the Demon King's castle in the distance: "Perhaps next time you'll see me on the throne there."

"Hehe, then I wish you all the best."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Before this road was built, communication between the demon race and the outside world was very difficult. The only way for demons to go out was by flying. As a result, ordinary demons of the lich race, who were not good at flying, stayed in the demon territory year-round and rarely went out.

However, with the war, very few ordinary people from other demon races also went out.

It is foreseeable that once the roads are built and trade is opened, the demon race will have more interaction with the outside world, and this place will become much more prosperous.

"Shall we go to the Demon King's Castle first?"

Lestinger suggested, "I still have plenty of good wine to drink there."

"The Demon King's castle cellar is almost all yours to enjoy."

Lucifer sighed, then said, "Let's go, Lilith has arranged for a dinner to be prepared."

Mentioning Lilith made Loran feel a little embarrassed. Although Lucifer was behind it, he had still seen her naked. While as an adult he wouldn't fuss over such a small matter, he was still somewhat embarrassed.

However, Lilith's personality is too socially awkward, so even if it's really embarrassing, she won't say it directly.

The group flew towards the Demon King's Castle. Standing on the land of the Demon King's Castle, Loran couldn't help but sigh: the last time he came here, he was as an enemy; this time, he was indeed a guest.

Alas, the old devil's body is barely cold, and Lucifer has already betrayed his country for personal gain (not really).

The Demon King's City is home to quite a few demons. On the streets, you can see Satans and fallen angels arm in arm, liches and vampires talking, and occasionally you can see demons seemingly arguing and engaging in unrestricted combat.

It was quite lively.

"Ugh."

Lucifer had a headache: "After trade is established, we will need to strengthen the management of the demons—at least we can't let them fight in the streets all the time."

"It's going to be very troublesome."

Loran was not optimistic about this, after all, the wildness of the demon race had persisted for countless years, and it would not be easy to change it all at once.

Lucifer knew this too, so he sighed and was very troubled.

Upon entering the Demon King's castle, the obsidian-built fortress was exceptionally sturdy, possessing a strange and beautiful style. Two groups of vampires greeted them, each a stunning beauty; outside, they would undoubtedly captivate countless young men.

Alas, the negative influence of vampires on young people is immeasurable.

"Lady Loran, Lady Estia, welcome to the Demon King's Castle."

The lead vampire maid bowed to Loran and Estia, then looked at Lucifer and Lesteen.

"Lord Lucifer, Lord Lestinger, and Lady Lilith have been waiting for you for a long time."

Mentioning Lilith, a hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the vampire maids; they were all Lilith's confidantes. To others, Lilith's drastic change before and after battle seemed like that of a capricious madwoman, making her even more terrifying. But these maids knew her inside and out, and understood the true nature of Lilith.

Lady Lilith in her non-combat form is truly worrying.

Chapter 196 Appearances can be deceiving, and so can food—except for Indian cuisine.

Inside the obsidian hall of the Demon King's castle, the ornate crystal chandelier emitted a dim, yellowish light. This faint light not only failed to illuminate the entire hall but also added an eerie atmosphere to it.

Simply put, it perfectly matches the style of the villainous boss's room.

Regarding the interior design style, Loran also discussed it with Lucifer, and well... the demons really like this style.

The maids kept coming and going, bringing out plate after plate of dishes with a demonic flavor.

Loran's silver fork hovered in mid-air, gazing at the unidentified creature wriggling on his plate—a scaly mass of flesh contracting to the rhythm of the organ, oozing a strange slime.

He stared at the bizarre meat, unsure of where to begin.

“Abyssal cod meat.” Lucifer elegantly cut his own piece. “It’s meant to be eaten with lava sauce; the texture is similar to your sea cucumber.”

Lestinger had already downed her third barrel of Satanic liquor, her molten lava aura melting her silver goblet into molten iron: "What are you dawdling for! Just swallow it!"

She grabbed the whole piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth: "Delicious! Much better than the elves' lousy fruit wine!"

Estia silently pushed her plate to the corner of the table; she simply couldn't accept this kind of food.

"No...not to your liking?"

A timid voice came from the side. Lilith, the queen of the vampire court with silver hair and red eyes, a beautiful figure, and an aura of a mature woman, sat to the side. She was wrapped in a fur shawl and dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking like a high and mighty queen, but her ruby-like eyes were misty, giving people a feeling of being weak and easy to bully, which was in stark contrast to her appearance.

Lilith glanced at Loran, then quickly looked away, appearing somewhat timid.

Loran could only chuckle awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

He really doesn't know how to deal with a girl like Lilith.

Suddenly, Lilith lowered her head and let out a cold laugh. When she raised her head again, her entire demeanor had changed dramatically, and her scarlet eyes were even more aggressive.

"Stop pretending to be innocent! If you ask me, the best way to deal with this kind of guy is to just kill him!"

As she spoke, she looked at Loran: "You actually dare to show your face in front of me, Loran!"

However, before Loran could reply, Lilith's demeanor changed again: "Lamia, don't do this, Mr. Lorian didn't mean it."

"Ha, what a fine 'not intentional' claim! Does 'not intentional' absolve you of guilt? If I kill him and say it wasn't intentional, will he come back to life?"

"But, but..."

"Lady Lilith!"

The vampire maid hurriedly handed over the red wine: "Your favorite virgin blood wine..."

The arrival of the maid interrupted Lilith's monologue. She sneered, drank the scarlet wine, glared fiercely at Loran, and then her demeanor suddenly changed; the soft and gentle Lilith was back.

"I'm sorry, Lamia got a little agitated."

Lilith quickly apologized, but Loran shook his head: "I should be the one saying that."

"Well."

Lilith seemed to remember something, and her fair face instantly turned bright red. She quickly lowered her head and took small sips of the scarlet wine.

"Tsk tsk tsk, virgin blood wine? This wine isn't strong enough."

Lester burped and said, “It’s too smooth. I don’t like this stuff—and Lamia had to give it that weird name, ‘Virgin Blood Brew.’”

"Because, because the ingredients for this wine originally contained the blood of a virgin..."

Lilith retorted in a low voice.

Things have come full circle. Loran looked at the strange food in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

Is it really absolutely necessary to eat it?

“This was made by Lilith herself.”

Lucifer's laughter rang out: "Lilith's cooking has always been excellent."

Loran looked up and met Lilith's expectant gaze. The moment their eyes met, Lilith immediately looked away, then lowered her head while drinking, but that expectant look still lingered in her eyes.

Lorraine suddenly felt a toothache.

"Speaking of which, when you came to the Demon Realm last time, Loran, you left in a hurry and didn't even get to have a meal, did you?"

Lucifer slowly added the final blow: "Lilith was thinking of cooking for herself that time, but unfortunately she didn't get the chance."

Estia, standing to the side, also smiled faintly. She could naturally see through Lilith's little scheme, but she simply didn't care.

Rather, apart from Messiah and Christine, who has realized her own intentions, no one else is a threat.

Messiah was already standing at the finish line. If it weren't for the accident, Loran would probably be a married man with children by now.

As for Christine, although Estia has never gotten along with her, she has to admit that Christine is on a similar level to herself—that girl just hasn't realized her own limitations yet, and once she does, she'll catch up quickly.

As for the others, well, they are nothing to fear.

Serena: Yes, nothing to fear.

In short, since there was nothing to fear, Estia did not rush back to defend at lightning speed, but instead watched Loran's conflicted expression with a bit of amusement.

Lorraine was caught in a bind, so she closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, picked up her knife and fork, and swallowed the bizarre piece of meat in one gulp.

The banquet hall fell into a deathly silence until Loran swallowed, his expression somewhat strange.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Lilith looked a little nervous, while Loran shook his head with a strange expression and said, "No, rather, it's quite delicious."

Although this thing doesn't look very appealing, it tastes surprisingly good. The meat is fresh, tender, and has a great texture and flavor.

It tasted much better than any seafood I'd had before.

"Of course."

Lucifer wiped his mouth and spoke elegantly: "Abyssal cod is a rare ingredient, usually only the most elite members of the demon race can taste it—not to mention that this was personally cooked by the Lord of the Vampire Court."

"Hehe, well, it's not that amazing."

Lilith covered her face and let out a strange laugh, leaving everyone looking helpless.

"Speaking of which, didn't the old lich come?"

Loran suddenly spoke up, saying that of the four kings of the demon race, only three had arrived so far, while the most important old lich had not yet shown up.