Leaving Cyno behind, and with the Dark Priest leading the way, I quickly arrived at the location where the marked skeleton was kept...... Banana, Dark Priestess, you put it on the kitchen table?!

Lord Demon, we don't know where to put it, and it just so happens that the soup for dinner today needs to be boiled with big bones...... The Dark Priest stumbled and pleaded.

Could it be that you plan to use skeletons to make soup? There are also people who cook big bones and pig bones are completely different things, okay?

We have asked it about its willingness and it is willing to assist. The Dark Priest pinched his sweat and added.

The skeleton lying on the kitchen table pretending to be dead propped up its upper body when it heard this, and nodded straight at me, while also removing his right hand and lending it to the dark priest who couldn't find the soup ladle on the side.

Oh, is it possible that what I eat every night is made in this way?

The Dark Priest in charge of the ladle paused what he was doing and poked his head out and explained: "Lord Demon King, each of our dishes has been sterilized at high temperature, and it will never endanger your health, please eat it with peace of mind as usual."

Rest assured, show me where the message is, and if I stay here any longer, I may not dare to eat the food you cooked. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, and the skeleton with only one hand left tapped me on the shoulder, as if trying to comfort me.

Yes, Lord Demon King, please see, this skeleton only has a black throat, and other parts are normal, based on my experience of being in contact with corpses for many years before my death, it must have been poisoned after death, so the venom remained in the throat, and could not flow into the abdomen, and at the same time, its joints were fractured, and then connected with steel nails...... The Dark Priest pulled up the skeleton lying on the cooking table, observing its limbs and talking.

I slammed the back of the dark priest's head and said fiercely, "I want to listen to the message left by the dark elves, not to know how this skeleton died!"

Yes, Lord Demon King, please look at its left hand carefully. The Dark Priest tried to grab the skeleton's left hand, but he felt empty, stunned on the spot.

The left hand is here. The Dark Priest, who was busy in the kitchen, hurriedly ran out and wiped the left hand of the skeleton that had been used to stir the soup pot and presented it.

I coughed dryly: continue.

Please take a closer look at its left hand, is it engraved with dense small letters?

I took the skeleton's left hand, but instead of immediately following the dark priest's prompts, I stroked it over the top with my hand, and the touch from the palm was indeed uneven, but it was not very obvious, so it could be seen that the text was not deeply engraved.

The next step was to confirm the handwriting, but the inscription on the bones was actually a text I didn't recognize.

Now the world elf text has been automatically translated by the system. The system's notification voice rang in my ears, and the originally unrecognizable text changed its appearance.

The message above reads: Your Excellency, Honorable Beheader, please forgive me for using such an irregular way to leave a message.

Concubines? I complained about the other party's self-proclaim.

Looking at the message, the other party, as expected, didn't know that the leadership position of the Demon King City had been handed over to me, let alone the news of the birth of the new Demon King.

The concubine hereby apologizes to you for the conflict between our people and you some time ago, and I will leave on my own after a while here, without intending to offend your authority in the slightest. The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, if you can be forgiven, the concubine is inscribed within five. This is the end of the message.

Vulgar translation, the person who left this message first expressed his apology and respect at the beginning, and then said that the patrol team that was killed before would be directly regarded as a send-off, and they decided not to pursue the follow-up, and then after a while they would be ready to flash people, and it was best for the well water on both sides not to interfere with the river water before leaving, if we agreed, we would be fine, and if we didn't agree, we were not afraid.

This is a very polite message, but the content is not such a thing at all, it is not so much an apology letter as a diplomatic warning, and if the other party is really afraid of Cyno, he will not choose to leave a message in such an inconspicuous way.

The Demon King, as well as the five skeletons, were all left with the same message. The Dark Priest returns.

What does this mean? This means that the person who left the message has a rather fierce fighting and hiding ability, and can completely suppress the skeleton before the patrolling skeleton can show him, easily engrave the message and fly away.

His own father, what he looks down on the most is this kind of guy who bullies good and fears evil, bullying skeletons who don't have much combat power and IQ is a good man, if there is a kind of one-on-one confrontation with Cyno, if I can win her, I will immediately raise the white flag and surrender.

Well, the other party's self-proclaimed concubine body doesn't seem to be a hero in the first place.

Write down what I said, and send it to the Dark Elves and their stronghold later. Too lazy to think about the annoying wordplay, I beckoned and motioned for the Dark Priest to lean over: "You're good. I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to pass through here, leave the road to buy wealth. You've lived here for so long, and you've taken the resources of my territory without permission, don't you know that users pay? I have already done the first day of junior high school a few days ago, so it doesn't matter if I do fifteen more times, go back and wipe my neck clean and wait, and the king of Japan will come to visit in person a few days later.

Noted down. The Dark Priest nodded beside him, but he didn't forget to ask, "Lord Demon King, what do you mean by the first and fifteenth days of the new year?" And if you want to trouble them, why do you want to ask about their mother's health?

This is called saluting before soldiering. I didn't bother to explain this to the people of the other world, so I rolled my eyes and pretended that there was no such thing, and just said it.

The sonorous applause sounded without warning, and when he looked back at the source of the sound, it was Cyno standing there clapping his hands: Lord Demon King, you fully expressed your mighty and domineering spirit in your letter.

Well, one day I will really get acquainted with the five-word formula of Crazy Coolmaster**, and I will probably not be far from a real demon king. There is a perfunctory Cyno on the lips, but I don't think so, if you really do this, it will probably be equivalent to the enemy of the whole people, and it is estimated that only a few horse runners under your hands will worship you.

To be a demon king is to talk about style.

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