Looking at the gradually dispersed crowd, the lord did not move, but watched everyone leave, and joked with them from time to time.

Until the surrounding people and monsters dispersed, leaving only two people standing in front of him.

It's Ninia and La Nina.

"You heard? So, nine times out of ten, life doesn't go as planned." Vincent said to La Niña, whose face was still stained with tears on her face, "You're not the most unfortunate person than someone who lost her life, are you?"

"I know," La Niña replied in a disturbing and pitiful voice, "maybe there is something that never existed, people say I'm a genius, but I'm actually a stupid woman."

Talented? It was just a talent in magic and a wealthy family background, and the illusion of carrying out dimensionality reduction strikes on that group of ordinary magicians.

How many people in this world have talents and dreams, but have to bow their heads helplessly in the face of fate?

La Niña is so lucky that La Niña is at a loss in the face of sudden misfortune compared to those who recognize the essence of life early on.

This kind of person has a high IQ but a low reverse quotient.

All the conceit and unrealistic hopes that we are accustomed to have come to naught have been dashed by the fact that no one cares about them.

Whether it's thinking about the reason or choosing to forget, it's extremely painful for her.

Compared to the betrayal that he may face in the end, Vincent made the situation clear in advance today, which is unbearable, but at least it has a preventive effect.

Although La Nina already thought that Ninia was a stupid girl with no heart and no lungs, her words today left La Nina speechless.

"Your Lord, you still have the value of being traded as a bargaining chip, what would happen to you if it fell into the hands of someone else?"

For the lord, he had gained an advantage on the battlefield and would certainly have gained more from Herod than he had for the outcast woman.

However, when you go back in such an capacity, you are no longer your original self.

A noble daughter kidnapped by cultists, a slave who succumbed to demons, and a magician who can't even save his life by magic, what else can he do except become a laughing stock in aristocratic circles?

Rather than return home like that and live undignifiedly, La Niña thinks she might as well die.

At this moment, La Niña even had an idea that she couldn't believe.

She was a little afraid that Vincent would agree to go back, after all, as long as the demons opposed the release, all the sins would be attributed to them.

He can also be regarded as an innocent and powerless poor person, and gain the sympathy and understanding of the family.

Rather than contempt and calculation, maybe it's better to simply work for the demon lord, and Vincent never points fingers in the process as long as he has the result.

However, Vincent's coldness and warmth always come when she doesn't expect it.

"I'll ask again, and if I don't get a response, I'll go back and contact the Kitayama family." Vincent's tone became tolerant, "As I promised, you've given me magic and taught me the Lich, and I'll let you go home."

La Niña was stunned for a moment, as if she had seen Vincent for the first time, and looked at her in disbelief.

"I'm a demon," Vincent said self-deprecatingly, "but at least I'm trustworthy."

"Thanks, oh, what the hell is going on?" La Niña muttered, "It's impossible to stay, but go back...... Don't they need me?"

"It's none of my business, your work is over, as long as the negotiations are successfully concluded, you can go home." Vincent had already turned, and as if he remembered something, he turned his head and waved his hand at her, "Be careful next time, don't let people tie up so easily."

At this time, the great magician looked like a helpless little girl, staring at Vincent's back farther and farther away, not knowing what to say.

"It's all over, go back and rest early," Ninia whispered to comfort her, "Your Excellency agreed to let you go, you should be happy."

"It's not that simple. I've never been so scared," La Niña palpated

Trembling slightly, he finally couldn't help but take Ninia's hand, "Please, can you stay with me for a while?"

Although she is much older than Ninia, the only person she can turn to at this time is Ninia, after all, there are no normal women in the demon army.

Ninia Wald is a bit silly and always has unrealistic fantasies about demon lords, but she is also a chosen one now, and can bring La Niña a sense of security that no one else can match.

Hearing this request, Ninia first gave her a sympathetic look, then glanced at Vincent's back in embarrassment, and finally smiled amiably at La Nina.

"Well, I don't think the master needs my service tonight."

Soon, the two women were like close best friends, hiding in a room to slowly heal.

I have to say that Ninia's acting skills are getting better and better, and she is quietly completing all the things that Vincent has arranged in advance for the lord.

Whether it's comforting La Niña or bringing the relationship closer without a trace, it's all in Vinson's plan.

"Tonight, except for the guards and the prisoners and the patrol, the rest of the militia will go to rest, and the caravan will leave tomorrow morning, so don't stay here." Vincent told his men, "Something will definitely happen tomorrow, and although it is part of the negotiations, it will not be decent."

Sure enough, after a peaceful night, what Vincent had expected finally happened.

The next morning, tens of thousands of Herodite soldiers, led by noble generals from all over the country, arrived at the border between the two countries.

Thousands of flags and forests of spears and halberds stood beneath the border, like a newly grown forest, reflecting a series of icy lights.

A large number of military magicians and wizards from noble families who belonged to the army also arrived at the border with the army, numbering nearly a thousand.

Fighting priests carrying the sacred banner of the church also appeared in the procession, holding the scriptures in one hand and a square hammer in the other, reciting the proverbs in keeping with the march of the army.

Nearly 4,000 knights of the other two orders under Prince Herode, as well as countless retinues and infantry, occupied the commanding heights on the border, leaping from the hills and hilltops, assuming a terrifying posture of charging downwards at any moment.

The Harpy Banshees, who were scouting the border movements for Vincent, flew in the sky, and although they were cynical monsters, they were still shocked by the terrifying formation when they saw the crowd below.

Dozens of phalanxes of different families and military costumes of different colors make the ground colorful and murderous.

The number of conservatives below also exceeded 30,000, which was already close to a quarter of the total number of troops that Herod could mobilize, or the entire strength of the South.