CHAPTER 340: THAT WILL TEACH YOU TO TRY AND STEAL MO NA’S MAMA (1/2)
On the road back to the capital, I tried out my flying once more, squeezing out every bit of practise whenever I could. This time around, I managed to pull off a full range of wing movements. Borrowing the seven meters of height a golem possessed, plus my own jumping ability, I managed to open up my wings mid-air, before landing safely on the ground.
Compared to the previous time where I simply nosedived to the ground, I had to say that massive improvement had been made. At the very least, I wasn’t like a penguin taking flight anymore…
My original plan of touring the safe zone was cancelled, thanks to my spoiled mood. That No.6 was definitely scheming something to protect his own position, like how a subject would try to be an Emperor’s right hand man by eliminating everyone else. However, I wasn’t in a position to allow such excess yet. If he was allowed to continue unchecked like that, the consequences would be dire. Thus, I made sure to nip this problem in the bud right away, though I couldn’t help but be a little annoyed anyway. Hopefully, he learnt his lesson, or else I would have to kill him.
With our uneventful return to the capital, Big 4 was back on patrol duty once more, while I brought the two scamps treasure hunting around the palace.
In truth, we had already gone through most of the structures in the palace, but this was mostly a leisurely stroll. There was no actual searching to be had. Perhaps there might still be some secret room or trapdoor somewhere, but at the very least I wasn’t aware of any.
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Speaking of which, shouldn’t the capital’s treasure vault be located in the palace as well? But I just can’t seem to find it. Even when I asked Ferti’nier, all I got was disappointment.
“Do you honestly think that a Devil King won’t have a storage ring of his own? Anything of value would be kept in the ring’s dimensional space. Any so-called treasure vault would probably just be for decoration, and even if it contained something, it would most likely be a pile of trash.”
Having gotten that answer, I still wasn’t about to give up on locating the fabled treasure vault and having a look see for myself. In the end, I actually found it, and it was just like what Ferti’nier said: the so-called vault was just for decoration. With a storage ring of their own, anything valuable would undoubtedly be safer on their own person. And if they were dead, well, then those treasures would be useless anyway. Rather than letting them rot in some vault, it was simply smarter to carry them around and perhaps use them in some battle.
Their return was something worth noting, thus I promptly led my two babies to the main hall.
The moment I stepped into the main hall, Cinderel immediately jumped out of my arms and right at her mother, her happy little Hellhound tail wagging furiously while she barked in a lethally adorable manner. Sasani happily went up to his daughter for a kiss, but all he got was the cold shoulder from Cinderel who simply hid her face in her mother’s embrace… Sasani had taken a lethal blow, his eyes clearly showing the despair in him…
Seeing that familiar scene again, I barely held back a chortle as I walked up to Sasani. Yet just as I was about to pat him on the shoulder, he gave me a decidedly unhappy glare. Even though he still couldn’t speak the language of the Devils, I could surprisingly tell what he wanted to say.
‘Exactly why does my daughter like you so much?! I’m her father, not you! Go kill yourself! A curse upon you!’
‘Alright, alright. Since you’re in grief right now, I won’t hold this against you.’
While daughter and mother were busy snuggling, the Devils behind them all exchanged a glance with each other. In what almost looked like a coordinated effort, they neatly lined up before me and bowed.
“Master…”
I eyed the group. Their average level wasn’t high, the strongest amongst them was just a Two-star, and the weakest was even a Small Imp. Yet for a Small Imp to appear here was a miracle in of itself. After all, whether it was the Blood Sea or the Prison of the Dead, neither were environments conducive to a Small Imp -unless that Small Imp possessed some kind of unique talent, or he was just the illegitimate child of lady luck.