Hatred Spreads Like a Wildfire.

Without any familiar people to keep them company, the only person they could talk to Kaitian Cat, with whom they had spent more than half a century, but even this cat was a quiet, reserved person.

Currently still a baby, Młynar is very quiet. After drinking her milk every day, she just sleeps and there's nothing for her to do at all.

Moreover, Master Huang assigned all the work to his own administrative team, and apart from some secret missions, Warfarin matters.

Warfarin and Lamian have different identities, which leads to different daily tasks; the former is a doctor.

In the original storyline, Rhodes Island doctors had to manage many things, basically handling both work and administration.

But in Utopia, no one gets sick, and the Golden Tree has been transplanted there, so there's no need for the Medical Department, especially since it's not wartime now.

So besides studying, there wasn't much else Warfarin could do.

But studying is tiring, and Ah Cao helps relieve boredom in daily life. When there's nothing to do, she can do things she likes. Even during her post-coital period, she can stay quietly in her man's arms.

Because in their eyes, even watching Ah Cao work was a pleasure, since being around someone you like is never boring.

"By the way, Mr. Dukare sent you a letter this morning. Please take a look at it."

As she spoke, Kal'tsit silently pulled off her front-mounted toy; she couldn't hold back any longer.

Warfarin opened the letter and discovered that it was an official document inviting her to become the Blood Demon Lord, and it was even written by Dukare himself.

The gist of it is this: I don't have time as the Minister of Finance, and the position of Blood Demon Lord urgently needs a trustworthy person to fill it. Since we're keeping the benefits within the family, we've decided on you!

High emotional intelligence: Keep the good stuff in the family.

Low emotional intelligence: When there is too much work to do, one wants to find someone to share the workload.

Meanwhile, the Banshee River Valley, which is quite far from Utopia, also welcomed distinguished guests.

Theresia has arrived...

Lamian never expected that her best friend would come here, especially for something related to her man.

"May I ask what happened to the Speaker? I haven't heard from him in a long time; it's been three months since he replied to my letter..."

Lamian looked at the pitiful prince and felt a headache coming on.

It's understandable that her best friend is worried, after all, the last time His Highness was severely disciplined was half a year ago.

Generally speaking, His Highness comes once every six months.

But now half a year has passed, and there is still no news about the Speaker in my heart. Even my best friend is avoiding her.

So the Demon King immediately thought of a terrible possibility: the Speaker might have already gotten tired of her.

The moment this thought crossed her mind, Theresia felt utterly panicked, and even lost her appetite and couldn't eat or drink.

Lamian had already become a wife, instantly understood that His Highness had completely fallen for her, both physically and mentally.

This is what it feels like to be in love.

Theresia did not come here because of physical desire, but to seek the panic in her heart.

On normal days, even if he couldn't meet with Theresia, Master Huang would try his best to reply to her letters, usually one a week.

In her daily life without the Speaker, Theresia actually survived by writing letters.

Because through the words in the letter, she could truly feel the Speaker's care and concern for her.

But now it has been three months since I have received any letters, it is hard not to suspect that something is wrong.

This emotion is called the worry of love.

However, Lamian cannot say that A-Cao is now in Kazimierz, even if he is using a pseudonym.

Because if she revealed it, Theresia would definitely try every means to find out if the information was true.

This is not out of distrust, but rather out of genuine concern; we must seek the truth regardless of whether it is true or not.

Although the current Demon King is unaware that his power has been usurped, his elite troops, including the reconnaissance units, remain under Teresis's control.

The Sarkaz reconnaissance forces advanced at a speed far exceeding what ordinary people could imagine. With their own men making such a commotion in Kazimierz, it was impossible for them not to notice something amiss.

What if we find even the slightest clue...

As for other countries, that's even less likely; not being able to find them would only make Theresia more panicked.

"Your Highness, I don't really know where the Speaker is right now. Maybe he really has something to do. As the head of the country, the Speaker has to deal with a lot of things every day. He might suddenly be very busy."

"Are you really so busy that you don't even have time to reply to a letter?"

Theresia clutched the hem of her dress, her tone pitiful.

Ah Cao... Your Highness is so pitiful and adorable, you must be gentle when you stab him in the future!

Lamian also very helpless and could only continue to comfort His Highness.

As for Theresia's worries, she was actually very worried, but she had been on business trips before, so she wasn't as flustered.

"Your Highness, if you're worried, just hug me."

Lamian opened her warm and generous heart, enveloping the girl in front of her with tender maternal love.

Alas, Your Highness...

If it's already this painful now, how will we get through the future?

Chapter 225 Hatred spread like wildfire.

We should believe that Theresia is rosy-cheeked, especially in spirit.

Lamian is becoming increasingly conflicted, but some people are getting better and better at causing trouble.

For example, the Shapeshifter Collective who now have Kal'tsit's face.

The Shapeshifter split into countless girls resembling Kal'tsit, each with a face hated by all the Sarkaz, and used the authority and funds given to them by Dukare to recklessly buy up the most basic resources in the market.

Of course, she didn't just randomly acquire these assets; they were all going to be bought and sent to the military. It's just that the person who bought them has now become "Kal'tsit".

In particular, Kal'tsit is wearing a special token issued by the Demon King, which undoubtedly means that she is now the Demon King's person.

"A group of inferior races."

The Shapeshifter, Kal'tsit, whispered insults at the Sarkaz before her.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely insulting.

A Sarkaz who was in charge of supplying the army immediately flew into a rage.

Anger spread like wildfire through the market, and before long, dozens of Sarkaz surrounded Kal'tsit, their numbers increasing over time.

"You stinky cat, what are you muttering about?"

"Of course I'm saying you're a bastard! Oh dear, although I'm a defeated opponent, you didn't win by much either."

In fact, the news that Kal'tsit had gone to Theresia's side had already been widely circulated among the people.

However, everyone only trusted the Demon King, and since the Demon King hadn't made it public, they treated it as a joke and didn't pay much attention to it.

But things are different now; the invaders are now climbing all over you with official orders in hand.

How can we tolerate this?

"What? You want to hit me? Don't you even know what kind of thing it is? Do you want to defy His Highness's will?"

Sure enough, as soon as the Shapeshifter Collective brought out Theresia and surrounded her, most of the Sarkaz scattered instantly.

It's impossible to oppose the Demon King; this title has a much greater suppressive effect on the lower classes than the Royal Court.

And so, despite being met with a barrage of glares that seemed to want to tear him to pieces, the Shapeshifter managed to buy up all the food in the entire market.

"Unfortunately, that's not enough; we need to go for something drastic."

"After the Shapeshifter Collective delivered the food to Dukare's mansion," the mansion said.

Dukare counted the amount, verified it, and then sent all the grain to Teresis's camp.

Playing around is fine, but we can't let our secrets slip up now.

Dukare looked at the amusement and excitement on the faces of the Shapeshifter Collective and couldn't help but twitch his lips. "So what do you plan to do next? You know, Master Huang's identity is very sensitive in this country, after all, he comes from Victoria."

"It's simple, just change Huang Cao's identity from an outsider to a victim. Watch my operation... But I have to say, Kal'tsit's face is really annoying."

The looks I got in the market this afternoon were so captivating that the Shapeshifter couldn't resist joining the group.

It turns out that being hated can also be a kind of pleasure, let alone slandering the Demon King.

Is this something I've never done before? It's so incredibly exciting!

"Be careful, don't go too far. If a popular uprising breaks out prematurely, we'll all have to clean up the mess, and you might even be sent to be ashes by Master Huang later."

Dukare always remembered the promise Huang Cao made to him:

I want a complete Kazdel, not a wasteland without any complete buildings.

Just because someone is willing to take over a project doesn't mean they're willing to take over a truly bad one.

The Shapeshifter nodded. "Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing before, only the subject of the slander has become Demon King, something I've never tried before."

Especially the kind-hearted Demon King, whose slander truly satisfied her sadistic desires.

"What stage has the construction of Mobile City reached?"

Dukare said.

"It's basically zero. The technology provided by that green Feline is usable, but we can't find such a huge number of Undead Spirit in a short time unless we have the Demon King's help."

The Soul Forge technology was provided by Kal'tsit; it was incredibly cruel, but the cost was very low.

It operates solely through magic.

Dukare: "Putting aside the engine problem, isn't the outer shell of the Mobile City already built?"

The Shapeshifter Collective: "What can I do? With the technology level of our domestic factories, it will take at least several years to produce steel of acceptable quality, unless you are willing to let those war sorcerers train steel, so that there will be the right temperature and metal ratio."

War sorcerers training steel is something even the most extravagant Victoria wouldn't dare to do.

"What about Master Huang's financial support?"

"The Shapeshifter asked curiously."

She remembered that Master Huang had donated a lot of supplies, which could be used to build Mobile City.

"It was all divided up by the brother and sister. As the finance minister, I am only responsible for managing financial resources. Where the money is spent is not something I can decide at all."

Dukare had no complaints about this, because he really didn't know how to spend the money.

Let's take it one step at a time, but Master Huang is about to make his move on Kazdel.

We must minimize casualties from future conflicts as much as possible before that happens.

And all of this is based on Kal'tsit's face.

"Watch me, Blood Demon, my ability to incite fire will never disappoint anyone."

The Shapeshifter smiled slightly and transformed back into Kal'tsit's appearance.

At the same time, several other Sarkaz that looked righteous split off from his body.

He then reiterated what he was going to do next, and Dukare pulled something bigger than his palm out of his pocket after hearing it.

What is this?

The Shapeshifter curiously shook the small cube in its hand.

"Victoria's portable recorder has very intricate magical runes engraved inside. Be careful not to break it."

How did you get this?

"I naturally have my own ways of doing things. After all, as the Minister of Finance, I have to deal with other countries. This is one of Mr. Huang's inventions."

The Shapeshifter's plan was actually very simple...

A few days later, it was another night.

In a bustling Tavern, a Feline dressed in a black cloak stealthily approached the front desk.

He then took out half a gold coin from his pocket and directly asked for the most luxurious room.

"This guest looks unfamiliar. Is he from abroad?"

The Tavern owner muttered something and was about to book a room when the woman in front of him suddenly cursed.

"None of your business, you inferior race."