The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The lord's meeting at Black Wind Castle lasted for several hours, with Luo Yan leading the proceedings and gradually finalizing each agenda item.

Although the representatives from the Trade Union appeared respectful on the surface, Luo Yan still keenly sensed that many among them harbored complex intentions, especially Grock, the Chairman of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce.

In this goblin merchant, he seemed to see the shadow of Yang Andes.

Though their personalities and ways of handling things are different, they are essentially the same kind of people—if there's enough profit, they wouldn't hesitate to sell out their lord.

Moreover, for a goblin, betraying a Human lord wouldn't bring him any psychological burden or moral baggage.

After the meeting ended, Luo Yan, accompanied by Feistin and his group, moved to the dining hall of the Lord's Mansion.

Although he hadn't spent a day living here, the mansion had three Demon chefs stationed year-round, with over a dozen servants from various Races managing daily affairs. Meanwhile, lunch had already been prepared while the meeting was being held, and the table was adorned with a lavish spread of appetizers.

However, faced with this sumptuous feast, Vivian's expression appeared somewhat disinterested.

Her deep red pupils swirled, and a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

While everyone's attention was elsewhere, she lightly tiptoed to Luo Yan's side, grasping his arm with her ten fingers and shook it playfully.

"Brother~"

The soft voice suddenly echoed, causing Luo Yan's spine to tingle with chill, involuntarily shivering, before looking sternly at the innocent culprit.

"Haven't I told you before? Don't just call me that..."

"But…" Vivian pouted, grumbling discontentedly, "There's no one else around, can't I call you that secretly? You clearly said it was okay before."

Luo Yan sighed deeply.

Is this some trendy way to seek excitement in the Demon City?

Yet, considering her somewhat obedient behavior earlier, he decided not to fuss, and asked quietly.

"Just say what you want."

Seeing that her scheme had succeeded, Vivian's smile grew even brighter, as she licked her lips and revealed her shiny fangs, her eyes fixated on Luo Yan's neck like a predator locking onto its prey.

"Well... I'm hungry... hehe... Could I just... have a bite..."

Luo Yan felt unease being stared at and reflexively stepped back.

"If you're hungry, eat food; why are you looking at me?"

"But, Blood Race don't eat food…" Vivian instantly wore a pitiful expression, gesturing randomly with little hands, fabricating stories, "Without blood, your dear Lady Vivian would die of hunger!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

A rather sardonic voice suddenly chimed in from the side.

Vivian quickly turned around to find that pesky Enchanting Demon had somehow quietly appeared behind the two, arms crossed, with heart-shaped pupils exuding an obvious mockery.

"…Of course!"

Vivian tightened internally, sensing something amiss, yet continued feigning bravado and inventing stories: "The, the Colin family… it's like that!"

Mia chuckled disdainfully, exposing her lies without hesitation: "Stop fooling, you all have been drinking bagged blood, haven't you? And going a day or two without drinking doesn't affect you at all."

"You rascal!"

Vivian's face flushed with shame upon being caught, lips trembling. Her dark purple hair seemed to float with static, moving on its own without the wind.

As she was angrily preparing to counter, a hand mercilessly knocked on her head.

"Ouch!"

Vivian squatted down clutching her head, eyes brimming with aggrieved tears, looking much like a scolded kitten.

Luo Yan looked at her helplessly.

"Alright, enough fussing, right? If you want to drink blood, I'll have someone buy it for you, how's that sound?"

He wasn't sure if Black Wind Castle had any, but it shouldn't be a problem.

After all, every conceivable species existed here.

Vivian held her head, mumbling a bit: "…No need, you know they are all smelly if bought from the market."

It's all goblins along the way, if not Hell Dwarves, she had no interest in those stinking bloods.

Luo Yan was momentarily dumbfounded, looking at her in surprise.

He didn't have much study on blood, but is this thing supposed to be fragrant?

Is it real?

...

Though Luo Yan didn't think Vivian would have a chance to succeed, the little girl still blamed Mia's interference for her failed scheme, worsening their relationship.

Sure enough, creatures of Hell bullied the weak; they deceived those easy to deceive.

Watching as Mia's pitiful gaze, Luo Yan couldn't tell if she was pretending, or truly feared the little ancestor from the Colin family.

Thankfully, as he was torn with indecision, Mr. Feistin finally returned to the dining room from the bathroom, saving Luo Yan from the endless bickering.

Meeting that sardonic gaze, he couldn't shake the feeling that Mr. Shadow Demon was intentional.

Honestly, this gentleman was probably the most thick-skinned.

Everyone gradually took their seats at the table, while the servants standing by swiftly poured them fine wine and served exquisite dishes one by one, before respectfully leaving the dining room, awaiting the bell to re-enter.

Despite the chefs of the Lord's Mansion preparing a feast, it seemed that among those present, only Luo Yan and Feistin were genuinely interested in indulging.

Vivian glanced absentmindedly over the food on the table, lazily leaning against the back of her chair, fingers tapping the edge of the table sporadically, showing little interest. Meanwhile, Mia elegantly picked up the wine glass, taking small sips, without her usual playful demeanor, and it was unclear whom she was competing against.