Chapter 482
This was the edge of the city. Through the intermittent low walls, they could see countless burrows outside the city, where some demons had gathered.
Ruger withdrew his gaze and silently walked beside Mahama. That was probably the greatest comfort he could offer Mahama.
But with this old fellow around, Ruger felt that they would not be in any danger even if they entered the demon battlefield. It was an instinctive intuition, as well as a reasonable deduction. This old fellow seemed exceedingly slick; he had waited at the edge of the city in hopes of gathering some newly born demon underlings, while his excessive intelligence would also keep him from stepping into dangerous places.
As Ruger walked, he straightened his arm again.
As for the mount's big head, in this short time it had already taken quite a few slaps and punches. Whenever it misunderstood or went the wrong way, it got smacked right on the head.
"Meeting me is your good fortune."
Seeing Ruger straighten his arm, the old demon said smugly.
The three demons soon arrived at a crude, large house within the city.
Quite a few demons along the way saw the three of them traveling together and gave them a wide berth.
In a place simple and direct enough that fists ruled all, being able to bluff people instead earned better order and respect.
A tall demon, sparks occasionally spraying from the corners of its mouth, sat upright inside the empty house.
When it saw the three demons enter, the seated giant demon frowned impatiently, and several more sparks burst from the corners of its mouth before vanishing in a flash.
"A captain's bone token," the old demon said in a deep voice from atop the mount's shoulders.
The tall demon first looked