This Is Also an Opportunity

Judging from her facial features, this should be a Banshees.

"It's the female patrol officer in charge of our area."

The little girl had weathered many storms; after taking a deep breath, she spoke with strength.

"On my way back, I found her alone in an alley. She said she had some important information... but I didn't hear the rest of what she said before she passed out."

"Important intelligence?"

Maria frowned, suddenly realizing that things might be in trouble.

Warfarin nearby, also became alert.

Daring to attack the Banshees of the patrol officer in Kazdel?

This matter is probably going to be serious.

After hesitating for a few moments, she gritted her teeth and decisively pulled out a small bottle of medicine, about the size of a fingernail, from a corner.

After diluting it with saline solution, she slowly injected it into the woman's body.

The clearly illegal banned drug suddenly unleashed a terrifying power, forcibly restoring the woman to her senses.

And the first person she saw when she opened her eyes... was Maria...

Without warning, she reached out and grabbed Maria as if she had been electrocuted, as if she had grasped at her last straw.

The pupils are repeatedly contracting.

"Your Highness..."

"... I'm here."

Seeing the other person's appearance, Maria realized that she might not be able to hide any longer, so she reached out and grabbed the other person's hand.

What happened to you?

Nearby, Warfarin was quickly assessing the woman's injuries and beginning to stitch up the fatal wounds.

The piercing pain and the coldness of the steel needles made the woman's reactions increasingly blurred, but she still stared wide-eyed at Maria, panting repeatedly.

Maria didn't urge her, but instead reached out and gently took her hand to reassure her.

Then.

The woman spoke her mind.

"The Blood Demon Royal Court... has betrayed us!"

"?!"

His words were like a thunderclap, instantly stunning everyone in the room.

But the woman clearly didn't finish her sentence.

"The Blood Demon's army is gathering..."

"Please... go and inform the others!"

After saying these words, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Even the most potent banned drug couldn't truly restore her to normal; in just this short time, it had already consumed a great deal of her essence.

Fortunately, before she fell into a coma, she found someone she could trust.

Meanwhile, everyone suddenly gritted their teeth.

"I'll go check outside the city."

Maria spoke calmly, and her figure vanished from the room in an instant.

Before the little girl next to her could react, Warfarin had already handed her the needle and thread.

"You're in charge of the rest."

"I've stitched up all the fatal wounds. For the remaining minor injuries, try your best. If all else fails, just heat up a piece of iron and burn it on her."

Warfarin remains as aggressive as ever.

After giving her a brief warning, she actually handed everything over to the girl to handle.

She rushed into the Demon King's Castle.

The guards here hadn't realized what was happening yet, and their eyes narrowed when they saw the figures rushing over.

Who would dare to come here in such a manner?

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, they understood.

Warfarin?

That's alright then.

Thanks to her good relationship with the Banshee Court and the current Demon King, Warfarin found Lamaline and Theresa, who were having a private meeting, with almost no obstacles.

Amid their astonished gazes, she rattled off the information the Banshees had brought back in one breath.

The two women beside them were also stunned for a moment, then their expressions calmed down.

"Thank you, Ms. Warfarin. Please take a rest."

Theresa spoke, her calm demeanor suggesting she had anticipated all of this.

This surprised Warfarin.

"Aren't you... surprised?"

No.

Lamaline to the side, shook her head, her posture remaining as dignified and elegant as ever.

"We anticipated their actions."

"They had been suggesting that we, the Sarkaz, should send troops to participate in the wars outside, so that we could get a share of the spoils in the future... but we have always disagreed."

"In fact, they are the ones who are truly anxious now."

"Because once they send troops, they will benefit regardless of whether they succeed or fail."

"If they succeed, they will reap the rewards; if they fail, it will be the Demon King's failure, and it will have nothing to do with the Royal Court... Moreover, our forces are currently insufficient. If a portion of them are diverted to participate in the battle, our royal city will be left vulnerable."

"That's why they're in such a hurry... As for the so-called troop mobilization, that's just a smokescreen. If they really attack the royal city or launch a preemptive strike without orders, they'll have to bear all the consequences themselves."

"They don't have the courage."

Lamaline spoke calmly, but it was easy to hear the contempt and mockery she held for those people.

They were just a bunch of greedy, self-conscious, and incompetent people.

They wanted to seize their own interests amidst the tide, but Theresa didn't care about what was happening outside and focused on building Kazdel.

This conflict led the other party to resort to desperate measures.

They wanted to gather troops to coerce Theresa.

But they didn't dare to actually make a move.

Taking action would be a betrayal of the Demon Royal Court!

You can kill the Demon King, you can ignore the Demon King, but you must never betray the Demon King.

Because the Demon King of today is no longer just a simple figurehead, the co-leader of the Sarkaz.

More than anything, it symbolizes the entire Sarkaz.

No matter how arrogant the other Royal Court may be, they must still send troops to annihilate the traitors!

The Sarkaz's current foundation is not a nation, a territory, or any power, but the legacy of a seemingly illusory demon king.

As long as the Demon King exists, the Sarkaz will always exist.

But if the Demon King is gone, even the last link holding together the various Royal Court will disappear, and the entire Sarkaz will be divided into dozens, even hundreds, of different races.

The entire Kazdel will completely collapse!

At that time, the name Sarkaz may disappear completely.

This is something that not only the Royal Court would not accept, but the surging people would certainly not accept either.

It is important to understand that even over thousands of years, the Sarkaz have never given up acknowledging their identity, no matter the disasters or hardships they have faced.

Even if he were the Royal Court, he would still be abandoned if the Royal Court lord truly denied Sarkaz's identity.

This is why Lamaline and Theresa concluded that those people wouldn't dare to make a move.

Even now, many Sarkaz believe that the current Demon King is too weak and incompetent, but they have never denied that Theresa is the Demon King.

We are her subjects.

"All right."

Warfarin looked at the two confident guys and scratched her head.

She didn't understand these things; since these people were prepared, she didn't need to worry about anything.

Lamaline to the side, nodded in agreement.

"As long as no one provokes us, everything will go according to plan..."

"As long as... no one goes to provoke..."

"Forehead..."

Warfarin suddenly blinked.

Amidst the two people's puzzled gazes, she jumped to her feet and quickly ran towards the door!

I'm going to die!...

Maria charged in!

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Chapter 340 This is also an opportunity.

Warfarin ran almost nonstop from the Demon King's Castle towards the outside world.

But as soon as she arrived at the city gate, she realized that she had no idea where Maria had gone.

And it was while she was anxiously pacing around in circles that she found herself in this situation.

Maria appeared before her with a calm expression.

"What are you doing?"

Maria looked at the blood bats circling around, somewhat puzzled.

Warfarin stood there awkwardly for a moment before she came to her senses.

"You're back?"

There was no blood on him... and he wasn't badly injured or disheveled...

So...

They probably didn't fight, right?

Warfarin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um?"

Maria turned her head slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"What, no fight broke out?"

"Um... those rebels?"

"The rebels didn't come... only a vanguard of about a hundred men."

"You came back after you saw them?"

"..."

"You persuaded them to go back?"

"..."