Overtime

Inside a grand hall on the estate, a scene of sheer bliss unfolded.

Beautiful women in gauzy dresses sang softly and danced gracefully through the hall, their bewitching figures drifting like sprites and leaving behind one exquisite tableau after another.

Dignified, lovely women performed music in the hall, their elegant and captivating figures, clad in splendid garments, especially eye-catching.

At Li Ang's side were two girls who could each score above nine out of ten, attending to him and serving him with the utmost care.

Surrounded by such an environment, Li Ang was clearly finding it hard to withstand the temptation, and he could not help growing excited.

Unfortunately, just as Li Ang was beginning to stir and could barely restrain himself, the shadows cast by the candlelight in the hall suddenly stretched out. As though alive, they slithered across the floor and swiftly appeared before him.

The next moment, the black shadow on the ground vanished, replaced by a man in black draped in a black robe.

The man in black appeared, dropped to one knee, took a scroll from his robes, and respectfully presented it to Li Ang. "Master, the intelligence you ordered your disciple to gather has all been collected. It is all here."

"Oh, I see." Li Ang was not surprised in the slightest by the sudden appearance of Black Robe. After responding absentmindedly, he reached out and took the scroll.

Li Ang could not have been more familiar with the Black Robe before him, because Black Robe was one of his direct disciples.

After transmigrating to Douluo Dalu, Li Ang's nightlife had been colorful indeed, yet for some reason, he had never fathered any children.

Fortunately, Li Ang did not care much about that. So what if he had no descendants? He could just take on a few more disciples.

Over his years in Douluo Dalu, Li Ang had taken in a total of nine direct disciples, and Black Robe before him was one of them.

His name was Black Robe, a name derived from his Soul Spirit—Black Robe.

His Soul Spirit was the pitch-black long robe he wore. Because it was such a peculiar Soul Spirit, Li Ang, who had great difficulty naming things, gave him an exceptionally perfunctory name.

Well, Black Robe was not the only one who had received a perfunctory name. Among Li Ang's Nine Direct Disciples, each name was more carelessly chosen than the last.

Of course, while his name sounded somewhat careless, Black Robe's talent was beyond question. At the very least, it far surpassed Li Ang's trashy Innate Soul Power of only level two.

Although Black Robe had not possessed full Innate Soul Power, his Innate Soul Power had still been level eight. He broke through to the Soul Douluo realm at the age of forty-one, and he had an excellent chance of becoming a Titled Douluo in the future.

Furthermore, Black Robe's Soul Spirit was an exceptionally special one. After using Soul Spirit Avatar, his entire body could merge into the shadows. Though his frontal combat ability was somewhat lacking, he was an outstanding assassin and could even threaten Titled Douluo-level powerhouses to a certain extent.

Speaking of which, Li Ang was quite skilled at training disciples. All nine of his disciples basically had a chance of becoming Titled Douluos.

The only thing Li Ang found strange was that, for some reason, several of his female disciples eventually ended up climbing into his bed.

Li Ang was helpless too. He had clearly been perfectly proper at the beginning, all right? Why had his teaching somehow ended up in bed?

Li Ang casually took the scroll Black Robe offered, but had no intention of opening it. He directly stowed it in the Soul Tool he carried with him.

This wonderful night was only just beginning, and Li Ang still intended to enjoy himself.

However, before he could dismiss Black Robe, Black Robe spoke again. With an earnest expression, he said to Li Ang, "Master, you have been away from the kingdom for nearly six years. Over these years, quite a few important matters have piled up in both the kingdom and the association, awaiting your decisions. So, you see..."

Li Ang: w(ﾟДﾟ)w

Li Ang could not help feeling a massive headache. When he was younger, he had been ignorant and had caused no small amount of trouble across Douluo Dalu.

He had first formed the Black Beast Mercenary Group, then run for president of the Mercenary Association. In the end, he had simply capitalized on the situation and launched wars across the continent with his subordinates. After successively destroying seven kingdoms and duchies, he established a new kingdom and became its king himself.

The nation Li Ang founded was known to the world as the Black Beast Kingdom, or the Mercenary Kingdom. The headquarters of the Douluo Dalu Mercenary Association was located there.

When he was young, Li Ang had never feared making a huge mess. Yet after truly founding a nation, he discovered that it was a complete trap.

Being a king and the president of the Mercenary Association sounded great, but there were an extraordinary number of matters to consider and affairs to handle.

For example, Li Ang was now facing a very serious problem: official documents and affairs that had piled up for nearly six years and required his attention.

"Ahem." Seeing the serious look on his disciple's face, Li Ang, who did not want to work at all, could only say, "Little Black, didn't I explain this before I left? All affairs of the kingdom were to be handled by the Prime Minister and the Regent Ministers, while matters of the association were to be handled by you and your fellow disciples."

"Master, ordinary issues naturally do not need to trouble you. The main problem is that there are some matters even the Prime Minister and the Regent Ministers cannot decide on. They must be decided by you. The same applies to the association."

"So, Master, I am afraid you will have to work hard tonight!" Black Robe wore an earnest, even somewhat honest-looking smile.

Yet Li Ang felt that this disciple of his was practically a maggot with a black heart. Thus, Li Ang decided to struggle a little longer. "Little Black, look, it is already so late at night. Is it appropriate? Is it reasonable for your master to work overtime?"

"It is quite appropriate!" Black Robe replied without hesitation. "Master, all the documents requiring your attention have already been prepared. You should go deal with them as soon as possible!"

Li Ang: ...

Although Li Ang's mind was currently filled with breasts and he did not want to work in the slightest, he had no choice. Affairs of state came first.

Now that he was king, he naturally had to shoulder the responsibilities he ought to bear.

Honestly, he had been wandering around outside for nearly six years and had already been willful enough. If he had not made some arrangements before leaving, the country might have already become paralyzed.

Therefore, though Li Ang was extremely unwilling, he still spent that entire night without sleep, obediently processing official documents in his study.

Fortunately, most of the kingdom's affairs did not require Li Ang, the king, to handle them personally. The Prime Minister and ministers naturally shared his burdens. The matters Li Ang needed to address were all relatively important, but overall, the workload was not unbearably terrifying.