Demon Slaves Turn the Tables

"Me, at the table?"

The Deer Demon froze, looking at the spot across from Qin He in disbelief.

Whenever the Bear Demon chief sat down, no demon came within ten paces of him except the Lesser Demons serving food.

Even it could only sit far away.

This was the instinct of Demonic Beasts to guard their food.

And now this human was inviting it to the table?

The Deer Demon could not help thinking, This human actually seems rather nice.

"Come to the table. Share with everyone." Qin He nodded and made a sharing gesture toward the demons.

The Deer Demon did not understand what "share" meant. Thinking it had received confirmation, it walked nervously to the table and prepared to sit down.

It could not help secretly wondering whether this human was trying to win it over.

After all, its relationship with the Bear Demon, outwardly united but inwardly divided, was no longer much of a secret.

Perhaps this man had designs on Brown Bear Ridge.

With three mountains enclosing two valleys, Brown Bear Ridge was a vital choke point on the trade route between southern and northern Danzhou. Cooperation between humans and demons was one of the foundations upon which Brown Bear Ridge had established itself.

Many major merchants had dealings with Brown Bear Ridge: ambushing rival merchants and their goods, kidnapping, extortion, fencing stolen goods, tribute, trade... they had even meddled in the rise and fall of dynasties and the succession of great clans.

Brown Bear Ridge was far more than a band of demon bandits holding a pass.

But that thought had only just surfaced when Qin He casually flicked a finger at it. The Deer Demon felt a slight chill on its forehead before a rapidly expanding darkness swallowed it whole.

Bang~

Its corpse fell