Although the wording was completely wrong, Hetekla had no intention of correcting him.

Correcting a demon? That sounds silly.

Just as he was thinking this, a whining sound came from in front of him, calling for help.

There was a tied man in the room. He was hung up, but his body was strangely sideways.

"What are you doing?" Hetekla asked calmly.

This is not the first time I have seen this scene. Recently, Alfred has become obsessed with human knowledge and is studying on his own crazily.

"Learn...knowledge." Alfred said, "Practice is always the best way to test truth and falsehood. I heard that the human body will go into shock as long as the blood of about one hand is lost. We are currently in the process of experimenting.

"

For example, in the current experiment, he first cut off the right arm of the experimental subject, stopped the bleeding, and then weighed his right arm. Then he hung him up, made a cut on his left wrist, and drained the blood.

Below are wooden barrels and weighing machines. This is the third person he tested. Drawing on the experience of previous failures, Alfred felt that this time he could test the authenticity of the knowledge recorded in the book. In the first test

He cut open the heart of the experimental subject, resulting in direct failure. The second time, he forgot to stop the bleeding of the experimental subject.

"What a dirty experiment."

"That's really a compliment!" Alfred chuckled.

For the devil, the sound of abuse is a kind of praise. If you insist on praising him for being clean, you will not be able to bear it.

Hetekla rolled her eyes and stopped trying to argue with Alfred.

"By the way." Alfred suddenly mentioned, "Since the guess is correct, does that mean that the other party can also confirm your lie? This is a serious crime in the human world, right?"

Spreading false information about the army's destruction is a very taboo matter and is a serious crime subject to a military court. Even nobles are not immune. Even the royal family may be deprived of their identity and status if such a thing happens. What's more,

Besides, he is just a knight.

Blood... dripped from the bound man's body, and the house was so quiet that only the sound of dripping blood remained.

Hetekla was silent for a while and nodded, "He did hint to me in a subtle way... I pretended not to know and passed by, but it was of no use."

"Then what should we do?" Alfred's pupils flashed, and his eyes hinted at Hetkra's extremely simple order: "Kill them!"

"Do as he says." Hetekla gave a very strange answer.

"What?" Alfred clearly revealed his disappointment, "You humans are really weird. Like demons, when faced with a threatening problem, you always consider eliminating the threat. As for you, why do you just obey the threat?"

"Because... there is no threat." Hetkra finished his sentence, and then continued: "Since Master Fuztel has made his doubts clear, it at least shows... that he needs me now.

.”

"Master...? You admit him." Alfred turned his head, he patted his thigh with his hand, and made a strange crying sound, "Please, you are the devil Alfred's

Contractor, please! Be more serious, like issuing an order to massacre this city, or...becoming a king, something like this."

In the process of killing, demons enjoy the breath of fearful souls, and their strength can be further enhanced.

According to his investigation, the demon known as the "Demon God" grew from a low-level demon to a high-level demon during the killing.

Hetekla ignored his heckles and instead said in a calm tone, "For him to express his doubts means that he knows my lie. In the same way, it also means that he doesn't care about this lie."

"Huh... wonderful analysis." Alfred cheered falsely, and he induced: "Don't you hate dragons? He has an affair with dragons, shouldn't you kill him?"

"A knight's oath contains loyalty. I will not have such thoughts."

"Bah! Weren't you the one who killed that middle-aged man?" Alfred wanted to tear off the liar's mask and reveal his demonic essence.

"It's different. He turned his back on Glory first. In short, don't have such thoughts."

"Yes...yes...you have the final say." Alfred spread his hands, "But aren't you worried about him exposing the matter? You said...he is the lord's son, so his words must be correct.

Many people believe it.”

"Then it will be up to you when the time comes." Hetekela gave such an answer.

Alfred smiled again, that's how it should be.

"I'm a little surprised. You said that the lord has two sons... Judging from the current situation, he wants to choose a more qualified heir. It's a bit similar to our devil's survival of the fittest rules. If you don't consider the other one, he seems to

Better." Alfred said casually.

"Lanfric, you have gone astray. I hate different races, just as I hate you, and Master Foztel... found me first... he has a good vision."

"You guy, you are so narcissistic." Alfred suddenly said.

A selfish and narcissistic guy, he relabeled Hetekela. When he violated his own stipulated principles, this guy... could easily betray everything.

Alfred didn't hate such guys, otherwise why would he have come to this world.

"It is Master Foztel's request to recruit private troops from nobles to serve as garrison. Can you do it?"

"This thing..." Alfred's pupils flashed, "I'm good at it!"

Joel muttered and sat there without saying a word.

"Is he angry?" Elena asked Igna in a low voice.

"Probably... no." Igna said, "If I were angry because of you, I would definitely beat you up."

Fortunately...it's not you who is angry.

"It was my mistake to forget about the Shaguo transaction... Anyway, I will find an opportunity to sell them."

"Really...?!" Joel slowly turned his face away from the dragon, with a look of anticipation as if the sulking just now was a false phenomenon.

"Really." Elena sighed and nodded.

A Fulong with assets of more than 400 million, ended up not even letting go of business worth hundreds of thousands.

That banquet did not give Elena a chance to speak.

When she wanted to speak, the noble was already attracted by the "orc attack" and the "heir" thing.

This was not the time to discuss business at all. Of course, the main reason was that I was in such a bad mood at that time that I forgot about it.

"Where is the territory of the Marquis of Waverley...?" Joel asked.
Chapter completed!