Dance a Song with Me, My Adorable Little Elf / Fortunately, Water Elves Don't Get Ingrown Toenails

The Blood Demon girl, who had almost been scolded, lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Following the logic of these bastards, your escape seems to be part of the script, so now follow me."

"Follow me, I will go with you to take revenge. Master Huang doesn't want his plans to be thrown into chaos."

Dukare waved his robe, gesturing for the girl behind him to follow.

The Blood Demon Girl, still somewhat bewildered, removed the iron chains from her wrists and then jogged after them.

Master Huang?

Why does this word that my boss just blurted out sound a bit like something from Yan Country?

I've been locked up for so long, what exactly happened outside?

Walking down the street, Miss Blood Demon wanted to drain all the troupe members who blocked her way, but Dukare struck first and knocked them all unconscious.

Faced with the puzzled looks of his juniors, Dukare patiently explained:

"Kazdel has now entered civilized society and abandoned its previous survival strategies. The supreme ruler of the country is still the Demon King, but now there is a new royal consort, whom I call Master Huang."

"Hmm... when did our country's Demon King start having that kind of need?"

The transformation of Kazdel into a civilized society didn't shock Miss Blood Demon; what shocked her more was that the Demon King had found a husband.

Is this still Sarkaz? And it seems that this Demon King is a woman.

Could they be childhood sweethearts?

After the era of Tikkaz, the Demon King Sarkaz adopted a system of crown recognition, but this did not prevent a nation's leader from having his own descendants.

However, since the era of Tikkaz, almost every Demon King Sarkaz has had virtually no personal life other than fulfilling their responsibilities.

A partner? Such a thing would only be a burden to the Demon King in battle!

So when she learned that this generation's Demon King had a male partner, Miss Blood Demon even wondered if she was still dreaming.

Even unofficial histories wouldn't dare write it like this!

Dukare was momentarily speechless, because it did seem to make sense.

If it weren't for us pushing Demon King Master Huang, Little Te would probably be locked up in jail by now.

After all, even the master historian Niff wouldn't dare to imagine that the Demon King had a partner.

"So this is the change. Hundreds of years ago, Kazdel was a wasteland, but now it is full of skyscrapers and its prosperity far surpasses what it used to be."

The two cleaned up the surrounding area as they walked towards the deepest part of the area.

Along the way, they encountered many Abundance Warriors who were opening tartars, Dukare explained their origins to the Blood Demon with great interest.

Since she knew who had saved her, Miss Blood Demon didn't feel much aversion to the "Master Huang" her boss mentioned.

Of course, she wasn't particularly grateful, since she had just recovered from the numbness and her mind still needed some time to process.

"Excuse me, what is the current progress of clearing this castle?"

Dukare asked the passing Abundance Warrior very politely.

"Mr. Dukare, as far as I know, the entire castle has been almost completely cleared out, and the main culprits have all been apprehended."

Just then, the Blood Demon duo felt as if sunlight was shining through their heads.

The next second, a huge machine ripped open the top floor of the castle, and the fog that had been billowing out scattered as if ghosts had seen the sun.

"Sunshine... Blood Demon don't like sunlight, but right now I have a slight urge to bask in it."

Miss Blood Demon exposed herself to the sun, fully enjoying her hard-won freedom.

Dukare, having left the castle, approached the person in charge at the scene and politely inquired:

"May I ask, sir, with so many Crimson Troupe, are they all to be executed?"

It's better to give my fellow vampires a treat than to behead them all.

"Mr. Dukare, that depends on the extent of the crimes these coerced Crimson Troupe members committed in the past. The law will give them the punishment they deserve."

"However, based on my judgment, quite a few people were probably sentenced to death, because some of them must have joined the troupe voluntarily."

"We have now taken control of everyone in the Crimson Troupe, including the Troupe Leader, the playwright, the announcer, and several members who joined the troupe—more than a hundred people in total are all here."

Dukare turned to look at the Dionysus, which was covered in suppressors, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You call yourself the Dionysus? These days, it seems like anyone on this land dares to call themselves a god."

The Dionysus, who was also the Troupe Leader, lowered his head and remained silent.

Before the crash, you were arrogant and conceited; after the crash, you were filled with regret.

Huang Cao did not intend to let the Troupe Leader die so easily; the sins he had committed in the past could not be erased.

"I believe Master Huang will show you what the cruelty of time truly means, and I have always only admired him for that."

Dukare smiled with pleasure; he was truly satisfied with the performance.

This vacation wasn't bad.

Chapter 433: Dance with me, you lovely little Elf

How did you find us?

Dionysus shouted unwillingly, just as the staff brought over a telephone from another location.

Then he shoved the phone right into Dionysus's ear, and he immediately heard Master Huang's confident voice from the side of his ear.

"How did they discover you? You think Utopia is a new country, not much older than Columbia, but Kazdel, and even the heritage from Sargon, is beyond your imagination."

"Who gave you such confidence to provoke a great power? Or do you mistake me for one of those incompetent noble lords?"

Huang Cao believes that Dionysus only picks on the weak.

Whether in the original storyline's Lancaur or Phantom's hometown, the Crimson Troupe's performances almost always target the lower classes or ordinary people who have virtually no ability to resist.

If Dionysus dared to stage a play at the Heavenly Master Mansion, he would be turned into Sargon mummy wrapped in a large amount of talisman paper the next day.

What kind of art is this? It's nothing but the art of cowardice; all it knows is how to bully the weak.

"The reason you were able to escape before was simply because the various countries didn't think it was worth it. No one wanted to offend you, an Immortals, unless their vital interests were threatened."

"After all, what do ordinary people's lives mean in the eyes of nobles from various countries? They're not even worth a single gold coin in their hands."

"Actually, you've always known this fact, but you haven't dared to admit it, to the point that you haven't even dared to put on your farcical drama in front of the leaders of various countries."

"You're afraid of death, or you've never even experienced it, confidently believing that death is nothing more than a drama. Isn't that ridiculous? Someone who has never experienced death is mocking it."

Huang Cao: "Let me tell you, I am not a corrupt nobleman from other countries. I love my people, and barring unforeseen circumstances in their lives, I will do everything in my power to protect them. It is my duty."

"Let alone a hundred people, even if there's only one Utopian watching your performance, I must protect him from harm."

"Don't rush to refute me, and don't get angry. Listening to my punishment for you isn't an option."

"I will lock you in a special place, a place without food or light, only endless darkness."

"You won't starve to death here, nor will you see anything, so you can close your eyes now. Consider it a trial period to get used to the environment, but the punishment will last forever."

Huang Cao's punishment was both merciful and cruel. Merciful in that he did not directly tear Dionysus to pieces, yet cruel in that he made Dionysus suffer the most cruel loneliness in the world.

Art draws its inspiration from reality; without the fertile ground for creation, the name of Dionysus will vanish.

"Now enjoy your solitude. I hope you can create your own masterpiece even in the darkness. This period will be much longer than you imagine."

Dionysus was still smiling as he left, seemingly not considering the punishment because he was certain he could escape given the chance.

But he hadn't expected that the warriors of Utopia were even more resilient than he had imagined, and that the punishment from the Huang Cao was even more cruel than he had anticipated.

It did not deprive us of all thought, but only of the ability to perceive the world.

I want to create, but I can't find any materials; I want to realize my dream, but I don't have any tools.

For an Immortals pursues art as the ultimate goal in life, this is undoubtedly the most terrifying torment, even more frightening than death.

"Sigh, judging by this timeline, Phantom shouldn't have been arrested by the Troupe Leader, right? He's done another great thing."

Huang Cao stuffed the communication device back into his pocket; now it was time to go see his adorable little Elf.

"Hmm, our little Elf is on the guest list for tonight's dinner. Perfect, a surprise for him."

Huang Cao originally planned to surprise Młynar tomorrow morning, but a banquet tonight brought the two of them together.

It was an ordinary business gala, with nothing particularly special about it except for the strong influence of the attendees within the Columbia business community.

Młynar probably had no interest in attending such a boring banquet, and under the threat of Utopia, these capitalists dared not set their sights on their own little Elf.

As for why he participated this time, Huang Cao believes it's very likely that Młynar was too embarrassed to accept.

After all, her research funding mainly came from the Columbia Ministry of Defense, with no support from Utopia Bank or Master Huang.

As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him, and he who takes another's gift is bound to him," interpersonal interactions are also part of travel.

For her, it was just a change of location for eating.

In the evening, at an upscale banquet hall near Tremon University.

With the help of Ms. Młynar, Mr. Wright also gained the attention of some members of high society.

"Mr. Wright, please give my regards to your child. It's a pity I don't have time to attend Miss Kristensen's full moon celebration."

"It's alright, Ms. Młynar. As the biggest beneficiary of my project, you will always shine brightly in my heart."

Mr. Wright and Młynar's interactions were less like those of friends and more like those of trading partners, or even trading partners who had no value to them.

Wright was well aware of this.

The Water Elf in front of me was only willing to invest in my space program on a whim, and it didn't even have much practical value.

He attended the banquet only to say goodbye.

The Wright couple were leaving the Columbia capital in a few days to visit investors they had already booked.

This separation means that it will likely be decades before they see Ms. Młynar again, and it's not impossible that they might even die on the way.

After Mr. Wright left, until halfway through the banquet, no one dared to strike up a conversation with Młynar.

Młynar very beautiful. Her long years of research and life have given her an intellectual beauty, full of rational temperament, but also the youthful beauty of a young girl.

Lively, yet intellectual.

Without a doubt, at this moment, Muels had both a beautiful appearance and an interesting soul.

When Młynar first arrived in Columbia, she was harassed by many people, but after the Columbia Ministry of Defense learned of the Elf's true identity, they dealt with all those who had harassed her.

Just kidding. If you accidentally anger Master Huang, will you pay my military pay for the war, or will you be tied to the cannons of a warship and fired?

Nothing burns more money than war, especially since Columbia is not wealthy these days, so it simply cannot afford to mess with Utopia.

So the small capitalists who were reprimanded by the Ministry of Defense became obedient, because the Ministry of Defense behind Columbia is the country's biggest asset.

"Miss, may I dance with you?"

Just then, Młynar, who was eating fruit, suddenly heard a very familiar voice.

The voice made her look up in disbelief. When she saw that the person was a man wearing a mask, a smile appeared on her lips.

"Sir wearing a mask, aren't you afraid of being arrested by the Ministry of Defense?"

"If I could dance with such a beautiful lady, I would gladly be arrested."

"You really are persistent; could it be that your heart is as resilient as your surname...?"

Were you recognized so quickly?

Master Huang, who had been thoroughly criticized, was taken aback. "Since I've already lost all face, could you, beautiful lady, do me the honor of making me the happiest man tonight?"

Młynar could feel the gazes of everyone around her; almost everyone looked at Brother Huang with a hint of admiration.

The wealthy young men attending the banquet: Whose subordinate is this? He dares to hold Ms. Młynar's hand? Does he have a death wish?

The Columbia Ministry of Defense agents were renowned among this group, and there were even agents from the Merland Foundation nearby.

Agent: Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

Chapter 434: Fortunately, the Water Elf won't get paronychia.