Andrew's words made Beelzebub's expression change drastically. He hurriedly sensed his own soul and discovered that, at some unknown point, a strange Teleportation Ring Brand had appeared on it.
The next second, the Brand vanished as if it had never existed. Clearly, Andrew had deliberately left it there earlier so Beelzebub could see it.
"Dammit."
Beelzebub cursed and carefully examined his soul, yet he could not find the slightest trace of the Brand. His heart sank.
If he could not even detect it, how could he get rid of it? Beelzebub gave a bitter smile. "King of Abilities, there was no need for this, was there? We could sign a Contract."
"Sign a Contract? Sure, but the Brand will not be removed."
Andrew said. Beelzebub was speechless. Then what was the fucking point of signing one? Helplessly, he said, "King of Abilities, I will obey your orders and serve as an undercover agent."
"Very good. Keep an eye out for the spatial coordinates of the other Demon Kings."
Andrew rose to his feet and instructed, "Once I find the other Demon Kings, I will pay them a visit and have a little chat about life, just like I did with you."
"No problem, King of Abilities. If I discover their coordinates, I will inform you immediately."
Beelzebub agreed at once. He could not be the only one suffering, could he? The Demon Kings of Hell were one big family who loved one another. Since he was unlucky, the others had to suffer along with him. That would be good for their unity.
After giving all his instructions, Andrew left directly. Beelzebub cursed. What a pointless disaster. He never should have nurtured the Witch Queen. If he had not, how could there have been an eight-hundred-year gap? He certainly would not