The Prophet carried the ancient book, which was half her height, back to the bureau beneath the royal city, which was her 'laboratory'.

Any experiments related to magic are carried out directly under the royal city.

Although the basement of the royal city was a little dimly lit, the books on the shelves were neatly arranged, and there was no trace of dust or cobwebs on the books.

The Prophet had an extraordinary attachment to cleanliness and neatness, referred to as obsessive-compulsive disorder...

Although he had to carry small benches back and forth between each bookshelf every time he cleaned up, the Prophet never threw a book to the ground like some demon prince.

The Prophet put the heavy History of the Demon Realm back in its place as usual, and then pulled out a protodron entwined with a special material from the desk drawer next to it

This protozol was the only successful invention of the Demon Three Princes, and as long as it was activated, it was able to record sounds.

"This is the seventy-second record since the invention of the phonograph, dated 1525 in the Demon Calendar, recording the prophet."

The Prophet put the protozoar to his lips and whispered.

She had developed a habit of keeping a diary when she was engaged in magical research, but once she learned how to make this protocrystal, which could record sounds, she found it too cumbersome to record her exploration of the unknown, so she turned to recording with sound.

The Prophet held the 'Gramophone Stone' in his hand and went all the way to the depths of the basement.

This is a cage made of high-strength transparent dragon crystal, which was built a week ago by the few craftsmen in the Demon Realm ordered by the monitoring chief, Cecily, and the construction of this cube cage cost almost all the dragon crystals stored in the royal city.

As for the creatures held inside......

The Prophet lifted the gray cloth with his hand, and the creature hiding in the depths of the cage sensed the light, and immediately let out a piercing roar and rushed towards the light, but it slammed into the transparent dragonstone wall.

"The distorted water elemental has not yet become normal over time, it has been completely replaced by a mad impulse that will endlessly attack living creatures in sight."

The Prophet stared at the water elemental behind the transparent wall, which could no longer be called a water elemental.

Although the water elemental serving in the royal city is not self-aware, they will at least maintain the appearance of a Chaos Demon, but this water elemental has lost its proper form and has turned into a viscous gray liquid.

From time to time, the mass of liquid would form spikes and slam against the transparent wall, as if it were about to tear the Prophet's petite body to shreds.

"In my last experiment, I tried to use purification to dispel the strange substances that reside in its body, but it seems to have failed, and the water elemental still retains its extremely aggressive nature."

The Prophet said this... Looking at the water elemental behind the transparent wall that was still attacking her, she sighed slightly.

"The reason for this water elemental to lose control is likely to be similar to the reason why the crops in the fields around the royal city turned to ashes, but I have tried more than twenty methods and finally failed, so I can only follow the advice of His Highness Cexily and completely destroy this water elemental."

As he spoke, a scorching inscription appeared on the Prophet's hand, and after touching the surface of the transparent dragon crystal, the temperature inside rose sharply, until the core of the water element evaporated, making it completely disappear from the Prophet's vision.

After doing all this, the Prophet returned to his desk and pulled out a backpack for his journey.

After a brief pause, she began to stuff some of the items on her desk into her backpack while continuing to record what she had done today.

"Cecily wants me to go to Nolan to learn human magic, I can't deny that humans are far ahead of us in magic, and going to Nolan, the capital of magic, to study or find a way to stop the water element from getting out of control, but ......"

The Prophet paused in the movement of her hand as she spoke, and she picked up the gramophone, which was recording her voice, refracting her scarlet pupils on the crystal clear surface of the protozoar.

"I can't believe that humans are truly willing to accept demons, I've seen the worst side of humans and their hatred of demons, so I suspect this could be a conspiracy by the Three Princes with the help of human power... But I've figured out how to cope. ”

The Prophet put down the gramophone stone in her hand, and then took off the wood-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, her scarlet pupils quickly turned black, and the sharp horns on her head representing the demon race gradually disappeared.

Now the Prophet looks like an ordinary little human girl.

"I hope this little modification of the body will come in handy." The Prophet put back on his glasses and packed up his backpack, trying to carry it on his back.

But the height of the backpack filled with things was comparable to her height, and as soon as she picked up the backpack, she lost her balance and sat on the ground.

"Error..."

The Prophet, who sat on the ground, helped her somewhat crooked glasses, and then she straightened her calves, trying to stand up with all her strength, and several successive attempts failed.

"This body can't bear such a heavy backpack, so it's a little lighter."

…………

In the Firefly Garden in the center of the city, the Prophet arrived at the center of the garden after packing her luggage, and the four apprentices who had studied with her had been waiting here for a long time.

"Her Highness Cersirly must have explained to you the destination of this mission." The Prophet said.

"But... Mentor, is it really possible for Nolan's humans to accept us? ”

The apprentice who asked the question was a hybrid born of a horned demon and a succubus, and it was extremely rare for a demon of different races to appear to be mixed, and he was one of the lucky ones.

While on a mission for Cecili, the Prophet made the ostracized half-breed one of his apprentices on a whim.

"There's no way to know, so you need to be vigilant at all times."

The Prophet could hear the excitement in the apprentice's tone, and it seemed that he longed for the human world, or the legendary magical capital of Nolan.

It's a pity that the spiral horns on his forehead doom him to be unable to integrate into the human world, and even if he appears in the human world, he is likely to be expelled by the spellcaster because of his identity as a demon, and even worse, he is hunted by mercenaries as the object of a bounty.

The other four Prophet's apprentices also had some demonic traits, but it was her minions that the Prophet found most troublesome......

"Zeru, is the portal ready?"

The Prophet looked at the massive figure standing in the garden, like a lizard and a lion combined, and the pale green flames gushing out from the cracks in the scales alone were enough for any human to take up arms.

Her servant is a demon of sinful karma.

If the other disciples hide the demon's characteristics a little and can still operate in the human city for a while, this criminal demon will put the entire city into a state of alert almost as soon as it enters the city, and will be surrounded by a large number of human soldiers.

"It's ready, Prophet." The demon of sinful karma said.

The Prophet knew that going to the human world with a demon of sinful karma was definitely a wrong choice.

But in order to keep her and her apprentices safe, the Prophet had to make the wrong choice, and even if she was surrounded by a group of human soldiers, the Prophet had the confidence to rely on the power of this evil karma to escape from the encirclement and return to the Demon Realm.

The next place they headed for was the Twilight Forest, a forest infested with undead spirits that was no less dangerous than the scorching mountains ruled by the Duke of the Black Dragon.

If the four major dukes of the Demon Realm are ranked according to the degree of 'not being able to speak', the first place is definitely not the brutal Duke of the Black Dragon.

No matter how cruel the Black Dragon Duke is, as long as there is enough golden and shiny things in exchange, he can always make a certain compromise.

And the Duke of Bones who inhabits the Twilight Forest is a real troublesome guy, and few creatures in the Demon Realm can get out of that forest alive.

So to be on the safe side......

"Zeru, come with me."

The Prophet left this sentence and was the first to step into the open portal.