Nearly a month had passed since the day Artevans sat on the throne, and the Hell's peace had been rare during this time.

Under Kaina's "assistance" governance, the demons are very stable. During this time, Artevans also learned a few things about how to rule a race from the books in Sheola's study.

Although the Black Temple is now nominally an organization of Atvance, it still has a high degree of freedom. Kaina was still the High Priestess, and Yaktri was still doing her old job, but Yaktri hadn't been there for a long time. According to Theola's account, Acteri has now made the cave in Yellam his home and laboratory, and lives there.

But Aktri would regularly send his own reports to let Artvance know what he had done. Seeing Actri's transformation of the necromantic mother, Artevans was indeed impressed by Actri's talent.

It only took less than a month to completely transform the will of the necromantic mother, and even the hatched spirit body was transformed, allowing them to show some of the characteristics of the demon race and avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

These spirits gave Actory a lot of available labor to mine the ore from the cave and send it to Trier to provide the necessary resources for the rebuilding there.

Although Trier was the site of the castle of the Demon Kings, it was destroyed due to the invasion of the Necrons and was never rebuilt. However, Artevans did not want to rebuild a castle there, and the Sanctuary of Notis was sufficient. But he ordered Acteri to use the spirits and the puppets of the "Black Temple" to build a fortress large enough to hold hundreds of people on the original lair of the Necromantic King.

After all, Trill is the closest place to the Underworld, where a twisted portal to the Underworld can also be opened. In the past, Artevans still sent all the remaining demon soldiers there.

At the same time, Artvance sent Dvoga and Ivor with him. First, Atl. Van needs Trill to have enough combat power, and Dvoga, as a demon born in Trier, also wants to return there, and Atvance does what he wants. Second, Dvoga and Iver didn't know what Artevans and Siola were doing behind their backs, so it was better for them not to live in the Temple of Notis in order to keep them from knowing.

In this way, Trier has enough troops to defend, and there are only people from the "Black Temple" on Diemor's side, except for Artevans and Arubha.

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On this day, Atfans made a routine trip to Trier to observe the progress of the reconstruction.

"Seemingly, the efficiency is not very good." Looking at the craftsmen of the demon race, as well as the puppets of the "Black Temple", carrying the materials used in the construction, Artvance couldn't help but frown.

Trier is a stepped geographical structure, with invisible barriers between each layer, so the only way to move between each level is through the slopes that connect each level. But Trier needed to rebuild quickly, and what was supposed to be a defensible structure became a burden.

Workers need to use their own hands to move construction materials back and forth on the slopes, which is not only physically demanding, but also inefficient.

"It's always been like this, and everyone is used to it." Although Dvoga also understands that such a geographical structure is really bad in the current situation, he can only accept it.

"Rusa, go to Yerland's cave and talk to Acteri about the situation, and ask him to design a portal that will always last and make it easy to move between the various levels of Trier." Artevans thought of Acteri, who should have a solution, and called out to Rusa.

"Yes." Rusa emerged from the inner space of Artevans and flew swiftly in the direction of Yellan.

"Portal, it's a good idea, so that not only will Trier City be rebuilt faster, but it will also be easier for people to live here. That's a great idea, Your Majesty.'" Dvoga's face was filled with excitement.

(It seems that Dvoga has a deep affection for Trier, so it was the right choice to let him stay here.) ）

Atvance looked at Dvoga's appearance and couldn't help but think so.

Just as Artevans was about to continue walking up to see the situation of the fortress, he suddenly felt a strange aura.

"Space, distorted?" Artevans could feel it as the energy released by the spatial warp, as if something had been opened.

"Dvoga, go to the outermost periphery!" The aura of distorting space was on the outskirts of Trier, and Artevans rushed over as he spoke to Dvoga.

The warp space wasn't too big to fit two people in and out, but despite this, Artevans was cautious.

A few seconds later, a figure gradually appeared in the warped space, and Artevans was ready to attack.

A long, lanky man with half-glasses walked out of the cracks in space. Artevans could sense the strange energy system on the other party's body, and he did not belong to the necromancy. Moreover, those golden eyes are not possessed by the necromancy.

The old man's appearance looked very calm and well-dressed. Although he has white hair, his burly posture and straight waist, as well as his resolute eyes, exude vitality that is not inferior to that of young people. Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be hostile, Artevans temporarily withdrew the magic power he was about to unleash.

"Nether?" Dvoga, who was on the side, couldn't help but show a surprised expression when he saw the old man's eyes.

(Nether?) Why did the race living in the underworld come to the Hell, however, this old man seems to have come for something. But why, is he the only one? ）

Seeing that no one else came out behind the old man, and that the distorted space was closed immediately after the old man walked out, Artevans felt that the person in front of him was not an enemy, but more like an emissary.

The old man looked around, then at Dvoga and Artvance standing in front of him, straightened his face, and bent slightly to Dvoga and Artfans.

"The old man's name is Serban? Kadamalo, the steward of the Netherworld, has come to the Hellplace as an emissary.

The old man, who called himself Serban, bowed politely to Atfans and Dvoga, then raised his head and set his gaze on Atfans.

"Presumably this lord is the new king of the demon clan, but when we first met, I was in a hurry to leave and couldn't bring some gifts for the new demon king, so I'm really sorry." Thurmbe placed his left hand on his chest and bowed to Atfans again in apology.

(This old man named Serban, can you see my identity at a glance, it's kind of interesting.) ）

"I don't care too much about the formality and cumbersomeness of etiquette, so I don't need to apologize. But I'm a little curious how you managed to tell who I am." Atfans waved his hand and said.

"The old man has served the Emperor of the Underworld for four generations, and he thinks he has a little experience. In addition, before coming to the Dark Prison, the old man already had a general understanding of the situation in the Dark Prison through some intelligence means, and knew that the demon clan had a new king on the throne." Serban replied very respectfully.

"It seems that the Netherworld is still quite well-informed. Since you call yourself an emissary, then you are a guest of the demons. Dvoga, receive the old man to Dimor, with the highest courtesy.' Atfans nodded, then turned to look at Dvoga.

"Understood." Dvoga responded, and gave a whistle, then made a "please" gesture to Selban.

No sooner had Dvoga's whistle than a carriage appeared out of thin air. Accompanied by Dvoga, Serban got into the carriage and headed for Dimor.

"Sheola, you're watching." After Dvoga and Serban left, Artevans teleported a message to Sheola.

"Yes, Lord Artefans, I was watching as the warp space unfolded, and rest assured, I was ready to welcome the messenger in the Temple of Notis. This time, the Netherworld sent an emissary, and there was only one person, I'm afraid it won't be easy." Sheola immediately responded.

"I have a thought in my mind about this, I wonder if we think the same thing?" Artevans couldn't help but smile as he looked in the direction the carriage was heading.

"You'll find out soon, won't you?" Listening to Sheola's voice, it seemed that she also had a hint of a smile.

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Dimore, the Sanctuary of Notis, the central nave.

After bringing Serban to the Temple of Nottis, Dvoga returned to Trier to keep watch, while Theola took charge of the reception of the messengers.

"Mr. Serban, I wonder if you would like to enjoy the feast we have prepared for you first, or if you would like to talk about the purpose of your visit first." Sheola bowed slightly to Serban, and then said to him.

"Regarding this incident, the old man thinks it is still ...... Well, since the demon clan has set up a banquet for the old man, then the old man will not disappoint His Majesty the Demon King, so let's talk about it after the banquet." Serban wanted to talk about business directly, but when he noticed Theola's gaze, he held back what he wanted to say.

Accompanied by Sheola and the later arrival of Artefans, Serban tasted the delicacies that Sheola had prepared for the dolls of the "Black Temple" in advance.

After the feast, Serban was ready to explain his purpose to Artfans.

"First of all, please let the old man apologize, when he visited other clans, he should have come to an envoy group to show respect for his master, but for some reason, only the old man is alone, and I hope His Majesty the Demon King will forgive me." Back in the central hall of the Nautis Temple, Selban spoke first.

"It's okay, I said I don't care about too much etiquette. Although I have been a demon king for less than a month, I am still relatively clear about some matters. The Netherworld is a highly developed race in the underworld, and there is only one messenger, so I'm afraid you came this time for some more secret things. Frankly, you're here for the Nether, or for the forces you're loyal to."

With that, Artevans met Selban's eyes, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and Artevans gave Thurban a subtle expression.

"It seems that the demons have an excellent king." Serban took a deep breath and sighed, "Indeed, as Your Majesty said, the old man is not here for the entire Netherworld, and the reason why the old man said it was in a hurry before is precisely because he didn't want this operation to be known by too many Netherworlds."

"So what is the purpose of your visit this time?" Atfans asked.

"On behalf of the prince of the Netherworld, the old man has made a request to join forces." Serban spoke, his eyes gleaming.