Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 530: You Are Trash

Chapter 530: You Are Trash

Translator: Udong_ Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong_

"This way, Your Highness."

Box Taylor’s voice sounded in the main hall. Saber Philip’s finger that was knocking the table meaninglessly stopped and he stood up and stared at Lucifer Lucy coldly.

"This?" he was surprised to find that the Tenth Princess lost an eye.

Box Hort, on the other hand, almost dropped the teacup in his hand after he saw that. He quickly looked down to avoid looking at Lucifer Lucy.

Although Saber Philip was mad, he also quickly looked down to avoid offending the princess. Female demons were females after all and they loved beauty.

Saber Philip was afraid that the negotiation would be hard if the Tenth Princess got upset because of him.

"Your Highness." Saber Philip placed one hand on his chest and bowed. "It is an honor to see you again. It is sad too... my son was killed by a demon."

Box Hort also got up and bowed without looking at Lucifer Lucy’s face.

After Saber Philip straighten his back, he sat back down on his seat and looked at the tea that was already in the cup before Lucifer Lucy could respond.

A small smile appeared on Box Hort’s face. Although Saber Philip was mad, he knew what to do. His current attitude mixed with what he said was able to apply some pressure to Lucifer Lucy and make her feel uncomfortable.

"Yeah, your son died." Lucifer Lucy sat down and said, "I also scolded my retinue. I believe he won’t do it again."

"Your Highness." Saber Philip said with a gloomy expression, "Is that all you are going to say? I, Saber Philip, only have one son and one grandson! Now both of them died in the hands of your retinue! Look!" he pointed at the outside.

All the demons in the hall looked at the direction he was pointing at and saw the corpses. Saber Jianying’s corpse was still nailed to the wall, but all the blood inside his body was now dried up on the ground.

Lucifer Lucy curled her lips and thought, "Qian Jin’s archery advanced again... these corpses are evenly spread out on the wall. The method is just too cruel, but it is understandable since he is a warrior from the Zence Empire."

"If I had the same opportunity..." A cold smile appeared on Lucifer Lucy’s face as she thought, "I would be crueler! After the mayor sent the letter, I would have killed him!"

However, Lucifer Lucy’s smile looked extremely eye-piercing in the eyes of Saber Philip. "How can this Tenth Princess smile at this moment?" he thought.

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your attitude. The corpse on the wall is my grandson." Saber Philip added, "My only grandson!"

"I can feel your pain." Lucifer Lucy waved her hands and said, "Want do you want?"

"We want compensation." Box Hort said to Lucifer Lucy politely, "We Mamens are heartbroken by this tragedy. Lucifer Demons and Mamen Demons are good allies and we are like families. This incident is accidental, but..."

Box Hort suddenly changed his tone, "This tragedy did occur and it affected the reputation of our Mamen Demons. If we just let it go, other demon species might think that we Mamen Demons have lost our honor and strength. Although we are not afraid of their greedy and attacks, we don’t want to suffer more losses."

Lucifer Lucy nodded her head and looked like she agreed with what Box Hort was saying. "So you want compensation? No problem." She said.

"No problem?" Box Hort felt like he misheard it. "This princess agreed? How?" he thought.

"Lucifer Demons have too much pride in themselves!" Saber Philip was even more surprised. "How did she just agree like that?"

"What did you say?" Box Hort asked again as he put down the teacup in his hand.

"I said I can compensate. What do you guys want though?"

Box Hort’s hands shook a little after he got the confirmation. "Really?" he thought, "Then the things we were going to pay her could be saved?"

"Kill that mixed-blood! Kill the demon that killed my son and grandson!" Saber Philip shouted with an aggressive tone, "You must kill him!"

"Kill him? That is not possible." Lucifer Lucy waved her hands. "He is very useful to me."

"Why not?" Saber Philip finally exploded, "He killed my son and grandson!"

Box Taylor, on the other hand, looked at Lucifer Lucy calmly. "Looks like she still wants us to pay. What she said was just a smoke screen..." he thought.

"Your Highness..." Box Hort said after a while of thinking, "If you allow us to kill that demon, we can compensate you. Whatever that mixed-blood can bring you, we will match that up in secret."

"Match?" Lucifer Lucy sneered, "You guys couldn’t match him."

"Couldn’t? Impossible!" Saber Philip knocked the ground with the wand in his hand emotionally. "He is only a mixed-blood! As long as you state a price, I will try my best to satisfy you. If you can’t let go of that mixed-blood, our Mamen Execution Department will do it ourselves."

"How dare you? Saber Philip, are you trying to commit treason?" Lucifer Lucy smashed the table beside her into pieces. With coldness on her face, she said, "Are you trying to rebel against the Demon Empire? How dare you try to kill my retinue? I can compensate you guys, but don’t even think about touching my retinue."

"You will know if I dare to do so soon, Your Highness." Murderous intent already appeared in Saber Philip’s smile, "I will tell you with my actions. There aren’t things that I can’t match up with! In the worst case, I will be your retinue!"

Box Hort’s eyelid jumped violently. After Saber Philip awakened his Night Elf Bloodline, he was an elder of Mamen Demons who reached the level of Legendary Mage. "He said he is going to be her retinue? Then that mixed-blood doesn’t compare at all!" he thought.

"This time, this princess is squeezed into a corner. What identity does Saber Philip have? What strength does Saber Philip have? Even if that mixed-blood demon was powerful, he doesn’t compare with Elder Saber Philip at all!" Box Hort thought to himself.

The difference between the two was like the difference between a dragon and an ant.

"You? My retinue?" Lucifer Lucy also calmed down, but the cold smile on her face became a mocking smile. "You think you are qualified? Even 100 of you don’t add up to a finger of my retinue, Jiliu Feijing!" she stated.

"What?" Box Hort suspected that his hearing was in trouble again. "Could it be that Jiliu Feijing is really good at sex? And he is able to completely satisfy this Tenth Princess? Compared to young demons, Saber Philip was inferior in that department." He thought.

"But..." Box Hort still couldn’t understand it. "Even if a young demon was so good at sex, he couldn’t be compared to the value of a Legendary Mage!"

"I’m not as good as a mixed-blood?" Saber Philip was so mad that he started laughing. "I’m a Legendary Mage! What can be as valuable as this power? He is trash! How can he be compared with me?"

"Compared with him?" Lucifer Lucy said with a cold tone, "You are trash!"

"I’m trash?" Saber Philip pointed at his own nose and shouted, "You say that I’m trash compared with him?"

Lucifer Lucy seemed to be triggered as well. With an anxious expression, she shouted back, "Do you know how to forge Warrior Weapons? Do you know how to forge Soul Weapons? Are you a Forge Grandmaster in all-fields? Are you a Pharmacy Grandmaster in all-fields? You tell me! Are you trash compared with him?"

The loud main hall suddenly became silent. Saber Philip, Box Taylor, and Box Hort were all shocked; they couldn’t believe what they heard! They all looked at Lucifer Lucy again, and a regretful expression appeared on her face as if she felt like she misspoke and spilled too much information.

Forge Warrior Weapon? Forge Masters in the Demon Empire could do it.

But to forge Soul Weapons...

Forge Grandmaster in all-fields? Pharmacy Grandmaster in all-fields?

"The value..."

Box Taylor believed that he, himself, was a demon who was great at calculations, but he wasn’t able to calculate the value of those things added together.

Although it was hard to estimate a Legendary Mage’s value, it couldn’t be compared with the demon who Lucifer Lucy described.

There were also a ton of Soul-Power Warriors in the Demon Empire who couldn’t advance to the saint level...

Value of Soul Weapons... it was inestimable with money.

Potion... No demon warriors could say that they and their descendants would never get hurt severely.

Most importantly, Box Hort remembered that his son Taylor told him the age of this mixed-blood demon. "If he is that young, his future potential is too big! On top of Grandmaster... Supreme Blacksmith... On top of that, God-tier blacksmith Master..."