Marcus and the three overseers behind him stared at the young man who stepped forward with an unfriendly gaze.

After the other party stood still, he didn't say a word, and stared straight into his eyes, his deep eyes like two bottomless black wells.

Marcus met him with contempt, but soon, the contempt and arrogance on his face vanished, and his gaze became confused.

He suddenly threw away the leather whip in his hand, hugged himself, put his hands on his shiny chest, and groped slowly, his body writhing like a black snake.

The eyes of the other three also turned away from Ringer, staring at the rhythmic back of Marcus's ecstasy, and their eyes gradually became hot.

Now there is no longer Karina and the others in their eyes, only the writhing body of Marcus, the bald fat man closest to Marcas, and even bent down to pick up the leather whip that Marcus dropped, with a eager expression.

"What's wrong with them?" Runo stared at the dancing Marcus, the brutal overseer, who was so ugly.

Ringer withdrew his gaze, the glint in his eyes dissipated, he smiled, and said:

"Don't worry, it's not life-threatening."

Runo didn't care if the lives of these scumbags were in danger, he just felt strange.

"Sorry for the trouble."

"It's okay, you see how well he dances, and my friends have a lot of fun watching it."

Runo looked back and saw that this was indeed the case, and Mr. Ringer's friends did seem to be amused by Marcus's dance, and they could not help but feel a little lighter.

"That's psychic magic, when did you learn it?" In the mine tunnel back, Lan Ya walked beside Ringer and asked curiously.

"Last night."

After offering wine to Sain last night, Ringer went around the Demon King's library again, and this time he found a magic book called "One Hundred Skills that a Qualified Demon Must Know".

What he used just now was one of the demonic skills called "Eye of Chaos", which was not difficult, but it was a test of mental quality.

As far as the effect of the first use is concerned, Ringer thinks it is not bad.

Returning to his accommodation through the Emerald Bar, Ringer locked the door as soon as he entered his room, otherwise he would wake up in the middle of the night and there might be one more person in the bed.

Karina came, and she could do it.

On the desk, the beautiful head is chatting with the beautiful girl illustrated book, and it seems that the two get along quite well.

Ringer sat down on the floor and, with a wave of his hand, the unfinished puzzle and the scattered gallery appeared in front of him, intending to finish the puzzle before going to sleep.

His eyes moved swiftly, and he kept picking up the tiles and placing them where they should be. The movements of his hands barely stopped, as smooth as writing homework according to the answers.

Elvie's strands of black hair were like tentacles of an octopus, supporting her beautiful face, she jumped off the table and came to Ringer, looking curiously at the puzzle pieces in front of him.

The Book of Gorolit also stood on the table, and the pages were open to both sides, and the girl in the black dress in the pages was also looking this way.

The fragmentary pieces, under Ringer's nimble hands, quickly became complete, and a familiar face gradually appeared in front of Elvie's eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Lord Reddy? Where did you get this puzzle piece? Elvi recognized that the puzzle was the previous demon king Reddy, and asked in surprise.

But Ringer didn't seem to hear her speak, his attention was all on the tile in front of him, and his hands moved faster and faster.

Elvie gave him a strange look, no more, and her gaze fell on the portrait that was rapidly becoming complete.

When the last piece of the puzzle is embedded in the image, Ringer jerks his hand back as if electrocuted.

He did feel an electric rush of energy from his fingertips into his body, awakening him from his state of full immersion.

"What is this?" He felt a surge of heat in his body and converge on his back.

"What's wrong with you?" Elvie asked when she saw his strange expression.

"Oops, there's something coming out!"

"What are you talking about?"

Ringer didn't have time to answer, the feeling grew stronger, he quickly unbuttoned his chest, and under Elvie's confused and surprised eyes, he reached out and pulled off his shirt cleanly.

Almost at the same moment that his clothes left his body, a pair of hideous black wings with spikes stretched out from behind him, and the magic horns on the top of his head also appeared, and they were visibly longer.

He looked at the life-size mirror embedded in the wardrobe and saw what he looked like now.

With his dark horns, hideous black wings, and pale skin, he looked like a demon in a religious painting.

He stared blankly at the man in the mirror, both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Haven't my horns been corrected, and why are they growing? And what's going on with this pair of scary wings? ”

He lowered his head, and the portrait of the Great Horned Demon King lay quietly on the ground, the scattered tiles seemed to merge together, and the gaps between the tiles were barely visible.

Suddenly, the man's eyes seemed to move, and he looked at Ringer with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Who are you kid? This is what I left for my daughter, how can I be here with you. The big horned demon king in the painting suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

"You're the last generation of Demon King Reddy?"

"Look at your appearance, you are also a demon, and you dare to call me by my name?" In the painting, the demon king raised two thick eyebrows, "Now I'm asking you, answer me, boy." ”

Before Ringer could answer, Elvie's voice suddenly came from the side.

"Reddy-sama, is it really you?"

"Oh? Isn't this Alvie, what are you doing in this man's room if you don't hide your head? The Demon King rolls his eyes to Elvie's head.

"This is what I think is the safest place." Elvie responded.

"Hmm, wait, it seems to be ...... here"

In the painting, the demon king frowned, as if he was sensing something.

The two thick eyebrows quickly stretched.

"I see, indeed, hide your head in another world, and no one will be able to find you."

Then another voice came from the other side of the desk.

"Hey, Xiao Lei, long time no see, do you still recognize me?"

Reddy's portrait suddenly stood up, facing the desk, and when he saw the girl in the black dress in the book, he showed a surprised expression.

"Uh, old—" The words that originally came out of his mouth were supposed to be old things, or old women or something, but they were stopped in time. "Ahem, Miss Gorolit, why are you here? Aren't you sleeping in the stacks? ”

"It was this shameless man who abducted me, help me teach him a lesson."

Ringer's heart sank, and his heart raised his vigilance. After all, according to what he learned, the strength of the previous generation demon king Reddy was undoubted, even in this world, he could not be underestimated.

But the next sentence of the demon king in the painting made him a little more relieved.

"I can't help you, what I left in this painting is just a fragment of my soul, and the power in the painting was also transferred to this kid's body just now."