The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

After all, for that Lord, wanting to kill him was all too easy. Going back through the past 100 years of history, there was somehow always a connection to Zakro... if he so wished.

Lu Xiao sneaked a glance at Karisman, wearing a flattering and fawning smile, trying to mend his relationship with the former colleague.

Karisman's expression was both satisfied and secretly delighted, but there was also a trace of confusion.

It was both the emptiness of 'getting revenge' and doubt about ideals... as if he was also becoming a living corpse.

Luo Yan understood his feelings well and was pleased with his growth.

"Do a good job, lead the way."

"Yes! Sir." Karisman quickly responded, snapping back to reality, then hurried ahead to lead the way for his revered idol.

...

Inside the Parliament Building, rather than calling it a government institution, it was more like an ancient and imposing Demon Palace.

The towering stone pillars were carved with intricate demon script, and the walls were adorned with historical murals painted in blood by Demon God followers. Those abstract and contorted symbols represented the past glories and conflicts of Hell. In the dome above, a massive blood-colored Demon Crystal was inlaid, emitting a faint dark red glow, making the whole hall look majestic and solemn, yet also a bit mysterious and oppressive.

"This building has a long history, dating back to the time of the first Demon God, Udis." Karisman gestured towards Luo Yan, excitedly introducing, "Initially, it was just a place for quarrels, without even a formal structure. All the nobles and generals would stand by the Magma Lake to hold meetings, and if anyone was dissatisfied, they'd simply fight—of course, the atmosphere now is much more 'civilized,' and the Magma Lake has been filled."

"That's quite good."

Luo Yan listened with interest, observing the surroundings. The towering sculptures were lifelike, and the names of the Demon Councilors were carved on a monumental stone, recording their achievements and eventual fates—some inscriptions had been burned by Demon Flame to the point of being indistinct, suggesting that some names had already been completely erased, leaving no traces of existence.

In the center of the hall, a group of Hell Servants busily bustled about, with various oddly-shaped demons performing different duties.

There were Enchanting Demons in uniforms registering affairs behind the counters, their smiles both welcoming and filled with danger, as if ready to have someone sign some formidable contract at any moment; there was an Abyssal Paperwork Demon with eight arms simultaneously correcting several documents, six eyes fixed on floating scrolls, muttering obscure phrases while swiftly flipping through; and there were enormous Demon Guards covered in Obsidian Armor, holding spears burning with Hellfire, standing guard at critical passageways to ensure that visitors would not intrude into core areas at will.

It was his first time here, but everyone recognized him, and as he passed by, they would stop what they were doing to salute or give him their attention.

"This way leads to the council members' area." Karisman gestured toward a hallway lined with scarlet carpet, flanked by bronze statues, each with eyes embedded with eerie green Soul Crystals, seemingly observing everyone who passed by in secret.

"Where is my office?" Luo Yan casually asked.

"Just ahead, your office is in the Black Obsidian Wing Building... please follow me."

Karisman led him through the heavy double doors, an ancient wave of magic power spreading from the door frame, causing Luo Yan to raise an eyebrow slightly.

The design of the magic arrays here was quite exquisite, leaving one to wonder if it was the handiwork of the Demon King Academy or the High-level Demon Academy.

Not far away, the Black Obsidian Wing Building was a private office area designated for Demon City councilors. From the outside, it appeared to be a simple pointed tower, but inside it was surprisingly spacious.

It wasn't as lively as the council hall; instead, it exuded a quiet and noble atmosphere, with each office door engraved with the different emblems of councilors, symbolizing their respective families or powers.

Karisman led Luo Yan to a newly installed door, a dark-gold nameplate hanging on it, engraved with:

"No. 29 Councilor: Luo Yan, Baron of Thunder County"

"You don't have a surname..." Karisman said apologetically, "so they might have taken the liberty of using your title as your surname."

Luo Yan nodded, responding casually.

"No matter, a name is just a code, but I still prefer people to address me by my name rather than my title."

"Understood." Karisman respectfully noted this detail, then opened the door for Luo Yan, leading him inside.

The entire office wasn't luxurious but exuded the steadiness and elegance typical of Hell Nobles.

A large desk made of Abyssal Ebony was placed in the center of the room, its surface smooth as a mirror, inlaid with a flowing Magic Pattern that flickered slightly with the changing indoor light. The bookshelves were filled with various Demon Codices, Hell Laws, and council records, each book's cover carrying a trace of eerie Netherworld aura, seemingly containing the wisdom and secrets of past owners with Li Minna. On the wall hung an ancient map depicting the territorial distribution of the entire Hell, even marking the badges of different noble families... but it seemed the map hadn't been updated for a long time, as the annotated year was actually two hundred years ago.

Karisman hurriedly stowed the map, apologizing to Luo Yan, but Luo Yan waved it off, indicating he didn't mind.