"Your Highness, the strategic value of this magic you created... is extraordinary."
As for the purpose of the chat window, Zennas could only think of warfare. He had taken part in several wars to quell internal rebellions in the Demon Realm, so he understood just how important the speed of information transmission was in war.
"A tool for war? No, Zennas, what you see before you is a new world—a world where everyone is equal."
Joshua's words once again left the Sin Demon in a daze. With Zennas's current way of thinking, it was indeed difficult for him to understand what the Internet and this great era truly were.
"Go get some rest."
The cube in Joshua's hand vanished. He did not continue making things difficult for his guard. No matter how powerful the Sin Demon race was, they still needed rest.
Moreover, he had opened several Teleportation Portals over the past few days. Constructing portals consumed a great deal of magic power, and recovering in a short time was difficult.
"Understood."
Joshua had already formed an alliance with Bone Duke. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this castle had become Joshua's territory.
With Bone Duke's support, Joshua had officially risen from a prince who merely tinkered with little inventions into the second tier of the Demon Realm's power circles, alongside the Eldest Prince and Second Princess.
Of course, that was only if Joshua still had any interest in competing for the throne.
Joshua watched Zennas leave the hall, then focused his attention on the mark on his hand.
This mark was proof of the contract Joshua had made with Bone Duke. While gaining control over part of Bone Duke's life, Joshua had also gained the right to command the undead army under Bone Duke's command.
However, with Joshua's magic power, commanding a dozen or so high-ranking Death Knights was already his limit. He was still far from Bone Duke's level, where he could wield Frostmourne and lead an army of tens of millions of undead to claim kingship.
But in Joshua's eyes, the abilities possessed by these undead were not limited to such monotonous functions as taking the lives of the living or devouring human souls.
Joshua clenched his marked left hand, and the mark erupted with a pitch-black glow. Then one or two translucent phantoms slowly drifted through the window into the living room.
These two phantoms looked like young women, dressed in tattered long gowns covered in numerous Runes that carried an evil aura.
They were advanced forms of the ghost branch—Banshees...
These Banshees had no consciousness of their own. Without their master's control, they would attack any living creature within sight like madwomen, using sharp, hate-filled wails to affect the minds of living beings.
Of course, they possessed another, more important ability. Like ordinary ghosts, they could pass through walls and float through the air, yet when necessary, they could pick up objects. They also possessed invisibility... Most importantly, they did not fear sunlight. Sunlight merely weakened part of their power and did not harm their essence.
Joshua opened his Suitcase and took out the Camera, then gave the two Banshees an order.
They slowly floated over to the Camera. One of the Banshees successfully picked up the not-so-heavy Camera, then floated to the ceiling of the room.
Even though Joshua had already known the result, seeing those Banshees drifting around the room with the Camera still gave him a small surprise.
With the Banshees' help, Joshua would never need to worry about camera angles again. Long shots, close shots, camera stability, the rigs and dollies needed for filming—all of that simply became unnecessary!
If Earth had creatures like Banshees, every great Hollywood director would hire them as cinematographers. Those directors might not be stingy about spending money on filming equipment, but with Banshees' help, they could truly achieve three-hundred-and-sixty-degree shooting without a single blind spot.
You're wasting your talents here as undead. Come develop your careers in Hollywood with me.
The Banshee race was absolutely full of talent in cinematography. No... they should be called ghostly talents!
Unfortunately, these two Banshees had no consciousness of their own.
Joshua relaxed his hand. The two Banshees put down the Camera and vanished into the air. Then Joshua turned his gaze toward Ciri, who was by the fireplace. She had already awakened from her sleep.
"Can't sleep?"
"How could I sleep with two evil spirits staring at me?"
Ciri glanced toward where the two Banshees had disappeared. She had woken up the moment they floated into the room. Even Bone Duke's "Canon" lullaby had been useless.
"Then go back to sleep. Nothing will disturb you tonight."
Joshua yawned. He had not slept for several days straight. Even with his powerful bloodline, he was starting to struggle.
"You... aren't going to sleep here too, are you?"
Ciri looked around and found that she was the only one with a pillow. If Joshua found a room somewhere in the castle, then because of the Necklace around her neck, she would have to follow him into that room.
"Wouldn't you be happy if I stayed here?" Joshua asked.
"Not happy. Well... let me make this clear first—I'm not interested in you, and I never will be."
Ciri might have valued her life somewhat, but she was not afraid of death. She had never hidden the dissatisfaction in her heart. She had heard the conversation between Joshua and Zennas earlier, and her thoughts were now somewhat tangled.
"Then get to sleep early. We have work to do tomorrow."
Joshua ignored Ciri's mockery. He pulled out a chair beside the table, leaned directly against it, and closed his eyes.
"..."
Ciri stared silently at Joshua's profile as he closed his eyes. Thinking carefully, although Joshua had restricted her freedom, she had only survived in the Demon Realm because of him. In a sense, Joshua could be considered her lifesaver.
But Joshua's utterly unmajestic personality made it impossible for Ciri to thank him seriously, because Joshua would definitely laugh at her. Ciri was certain of it.
"Thanks." Ciri hugged the pillow and muttered in a voice only she could hear.
"Miss Ciri, what did you just say?"
However, Joshua's hearing was quite sharp. He immediately picked out the two words Ciri had whispered beneath the "Canon" lullaby.
"I... I... once I regain my freedom, I'll definitely make you pay!" Ciri's face suddenly flushed crimson. To maintain her strong stance, she had no choice but to utter such a harsh threat.
"Oh."
Yet Joshua still did not take her words to heart. He continued closing his eyes and conserving his energy for tomorrow's work.
Ciri lightly bit her lower lip. In the end, as if sulking, she hugged the pillow and went to sleep with her back to Joshua.
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