"His Royal Highness the Demon King, may I ask what this is...... What do you mean?' Although Artevans was a little baffled by the words of the Demon King Sark, he could feel an oppressive force from these words.

(Did you use a word of magic...... ）

Unafraid, Artevans straightened up and made eye contact with Sark.

From entering the palace just now to the present, Artevans's behavior, if placed in the eyes of the demon people, does not have any respect for the demon king.

But Artevans thinks that he is actually just an outsider, so naturally he doesn't need to pay attention to the rules of the demons. Bending down slightly to the Demon King is the greatest respect he can show.

However, Sack didn't care about this, he felt that Atvance's aura made his eyes shine, and he couldn't help but smile at Atvance. But he soon noticed that Artevans had come alone.

"Theola said that the heroes who saved the city of Dimor were two powerful people, and when I saw it today, it was exactly what she said. But how can there be only one?' Sack asked.

"Rusa is not sociable, so I let her stay in the Traveler's Cave to prevent her from behaving rudely. If His Majesty the Demon King is displeased with this, then I am here to make amends to you." With that, Artevans bowed his head to Sark.

Artevans only told half of the truth, and Aruba was not good at dealing with the situation, so Atellus chose not to show her face out of caution, and Aruban did not stay in the Traveler's Cave, but in Atelvis's inner space.

"His Majesty the Demon King hasn't answered me yet, what he said when we first met, let's start, what do you mean?" Atfans' face became a little more serious.

"Of course, take my move." With that, Sack waved the scepter in his hand, condensing several dark wolf spirits and rushing towards Artevans.

"Rusha, don't do anything......

Facing the wolf soul that pounced, Artevans first said to Rusa with his mind, and then flicked his hand to create a dark barrier to block the wolf soul.

However, Artevans slightly misestimated Sark's strength, and although most of the wolf souls were blocked by the Dark Barrier, one of them still broke through the barrier and scratched Atfans' arm.

Black smoke was emitting from the scratched arm, and the pain quickly spread to Artevans' body.

Artevans immediately discovered the peculiarity of the wolf soul, the part that was scratched, if not treated in time, would be fatal.

Without the slightest hesitation, he magically cut off a small piece of flesh from his wound.

"What a bold young man, cutting off a part of his body, without hesitation." Sack watched Atfans' behavior for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, what do you mean by that?" There was a hint of murderous intent in Artevan's eyes that could not be easily detected.

"I'm just trying to test your strength to see if you're as Sheola said. It seems that she is not lying.' Sack said, tossing a potion to Artevans.

"Drink it, and your injuries will heal instantly."

Artevans looked at the potion, seeming to be a little apprehensive.

"It's ...... Only the high-level of the demon clan can ...... Healing medicine, no problem.'" Rusa's voice rang out in her head.

If Rusha also said that there was no problem, then Artevans could rest assured. He opened the bottle and drank the potion inside.

It only took a split second for Artevans to fully heal from the injury on his arm.

"His Majesty the Demon King did these things, I'm afraid it's not just to test my strength." Atfans frowned and looked directly at Zack.

"Looks like you're pretty smart, so I'll just say it. That's right, in addition to thanking you for saving Diemor, I would like to ask if you would like to be the commander of my guard."

Seeing that Atfans also realized that he had other intentions, he didn't plan to continue selling Guanzi.

"Forgive me for refusing ......"

But before Artevans could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Sack.

"Don't be in such a hurry to reply to me, you can think it through. Become the commander of my guard, and I will have you behind you from now on. Sheola told me that you came to Hell for your own purpose. If you have an extra identity now, then it's more convenient to do what you want to do, isn't it?'

"For such a long time, before you appeared, the demons had not had a new person who could be called a strong man for a long time." Sack seemed to sigh.

Looking at Sark's smile, Artevan's heart was on guard.

(What did Theola say to him, if from what the old man said when he first came here, there is a gap between the demon king and some high-ranking demons.) I don't know exactly what kind of faction the castle will split into, and while his offer is tempting, I'd still have to be cautious. ）

"I'm just a traveler, so what's in it for Your Majesty to join me?" Atfans asked rhetorically.

"To put it bluntly, it's to help me defend against the Necromancy's attacks, and at the same time to keep the restless ones at bay." Zack's expression turned serious.

"Please wait a minute, Your Majesty the Demon King, I want to confirm what you want to say next, and whether I have a position to listen to."

Atfans realized one thing in an instant, he might have been involved in the struggle of the demon high-ups. And he himself is probably already seen as a pawn on the chessboard.

But Artevans didn't want to be a pawn.

"Very cautious, then, do you want to know?" Sack walked up to Atfans, leaned into Atfans' ear, and said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, as for me, I don't like to get involved in troublesome things, and it's up to you whether you want to tell me, but that doesn't mean that I will have to accept your terms because of what you say." Although Artevans was a little curious about how the upper echelons of the demon clan were divided into factions, that might help. But he knew better, at least in this case, that he shouldn't be too curious.

"Oh? So, let's talk about something you can know.'" There was also a hint of helplessness in Sark's tone.

Artevans' calmness and rationality were completely beyond Sark's expectations, but he also knew that Artevans was definitely a rare talent.

"I think you've heard what the civilians say about me, always avoiding fighting the Necromancy, even at the expense of the demons." Zac was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"Indeed, as you said, the civilians of the city have some complaints." This topic is indeed known to Artevans, so he does not shy away from it.

"I had to. The demon race already lacks strong people, and the necromantic race has a huge number, so there is no benefit in fighting hard. The restless ones, who don't understand this, always want to attack the necromancy, and their actions seem to be approved by the civilians. Over time, the civilians developed opinions about me.'"

When Sark spoke, there was a hint of helplessness and anger in his tone.

"I don't care what the civilians say, because time will tell me right. However, those who are restless, they must be suppressed. Fortunately, I still have some troops in my hands, and I have promoted talents like Siola, but I lack strong generals. And you are qualified to do it.'"

With that, Sark looked at Atfans with anticipation.

"Your Majesty, I'm still saying that, I need time to think about it. Thank you for your understanding......

Artevans bowed his head again in apologies to Sack, but in the moment he bowed, a smile appeared.

(The lack of generals means that Dvoga and Ivor are probably the restless guys you call Your Highness.) ）

Perhaps Artevans was skeptical when Sark first offered to bring him under his wing, but by this time, Artevans had a rough idea of what he should do.

"Your Majesty, I don't know if there is anything else?" Atfans looked at the bracelet, it was getting late.

"Our conversation can be over. I hope you can think about it, and in the end, thank you for saving the city of Dimore." Sack said, waving his hand, and turned back to his throne.

Artevans then left the palace.

And just as Artevans walked out of the palace, closed the door, and was about to return to the city, a somewhat familiar figure stood in front of him.

"You're Mr. Artevans, and when we first met, I was the commander of the demons, Dvoga. I wonder if you have time to talk to me."

Dvoga looked at Artevans with a smile, both in his demeanor and in his tone.

(Is that really the case, it's a bit of a hassle, but it seems to be a bit interesting.) ）

Artevans seemed to have anticipated this situation and was not surprised by Dvoga's sudden invitation.

If there are multiple forces in an area, then when one of them wants to win over the strong from the outside, the other forces will inevitably act. Atfans, who knew about the open and secret battles between the Balance Faction and the Main Battle Faction within the Divine Heir Clan, naturally knew how to deal with similar situations.

"I don't know, Devoga, what is the matter with me as a traveler?" Although Dvoga's intentions were already roughly understood, Artevans asked knowingly.

"My Majesty the Demon King must have told you a lot, but I'm afraid what you know is only a partial one-sided. I have something to say to you.'" Dvoga made a gesture of please to Atfans.

"I don't have much time in the next place, so I can't stay with me for too long, if the people of Dvoga don't mind talking as they go." Artevans did want to see what the other force had to say, but if he went somewhere else in the castle after saying he wanted to leave, he would be suspicious of Zac.

As if anticipating Artevans to say this, Dvoga smiled, took out a hedro, and teleported himself and Artvance to the city gates.

"I don't have much to say. I want to remove the Necronomicon from the Hell, but His Majesty the Demon King doesn't understand my intentions, he cares about his throne. Although I am a commander-in-chief, the number of troops at my disposal is limited. That's why I need a strong man like Mr. Artevans to fight off the Necrons, and please think about it." Dvoga said this, and turned back into the city.

(Is there a choice between the two forces, it seems that no matter how you choose, you will face certain dangers...... ）