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It was clearly not like that two hours ago when I was blaspheming you.
"Just bring him here."
Lord Blasphemy Merogas spoke in a cold tone and glanced at the court attendants.
She saw through her subordinate's rude thoughts, but she was too lazy to care about it today.
"Yes, my lord."
The palace attendants saluted respectfully and then quickly retreated.
"Come on, I'll take you to the living room next."
Melogas did not show any sign of being more familiar with the Pope than he had been when they last parted.
She returned to her usual indifference.
Consider Pope Saint Paul as an enemy.
Melogas turned and walked forward.
"Ms. Melogas, you can just treat me as a fellow demon now. I won't fight you."
Lanqi followed her with a smile and said to her.
"Calling me Miss Melogas again? Never mind. I don't want to reason with you. I can't beat you."
Melogas preached in a pretentiously aloof and distant tone.
She didn't even turn around.
But to be honest, she had never acquiesced to other demons calling her that.
If you think about it carefully, it is not realistic to ask Pope Saint Polante to call her "Lord Melogas", so he can only call her "Miss Melogas".
Merogas walked straight to the reception room in the east wing of the palace.
The Phantom Demons followed two steps behind her.
Under her long skirt, Merogas moved her feet as if sliding on the chalk floor, maintaining the dignity of a demon regent and walked steadily to the door.
She reached out her slender, pale hand and traced the surface of the door with her fingertips.
Merogas was full of curiosity about the purpose of this Phantom Demon man's visit, but he maintained the reserve and vigilance of a regent.
The reception room is located on the easternmost side of the palace, separated from the Regent's Hall in Merogas by only a wall.
Two huge doors inlaid with titanium crystals from the demon world automatically slid open to the sides, revealing the interior of the reception room.
Melogas gestured sideways, inviting him in, distant but polite.
Lanqi nodded slightly and stepped into the negotiation place decided by Merogas.
His eyes quickly scanned the furnishings in the room.
The floor of the reception room was paved with black marble, engraved with intricate silver patterns that looked like the boundless starry sky of the demon world. In the center of the room stood a long table carved from dragon bones, the tabletop covered with a dark velvet tablecloth.
The meals had already been prepared upstairs. In addition to tea, there was also the crispy outside and tender inside Hell Lava Bread served with Warcraft cheese and jam made from Nakalis Black Rose. It smelled sweet and delicious.
Lanci sat on the sofa, and Melogas bent down and sat opposite him.
Melogas shifted slightly, adjusted the position of his round buttocks, and moved the scorpion tail behind the chair so that it was not pointed at him.
"Tell me what you want to do with me."
Melogas said absentmindedly as he looked out the French window at the garden.
"No, why is she so normal?"
Talia called out to Lanqi with doubts in her mind.
She had the impression that the Lord Melocas who had blasphemed that night was a pure lunatic.
Today, he seemed unable to say anything against the Lord of Blasphemy, and he was just a cold and rational demon regent.
Could it be that this bitch was pretending to be reserved and ladylike in front of Lanqi?
"You seem to have too much malice towards Merogas."
Lanqi responded to Talia with his mind and smiled.
"I hate her so much! Don't be fooled by her appearance!"
Talia felt uncomfortable just thinking about Merogas.
If Lanqi hadn't come to ask Merogas for help, she would definitely not want to see her.
Even though she was hiding in Lanci's body and didn't need to meet Merogas, Talia felt very uncomfortable.
"Master, don't worry, I will deal with her, you don't need to show up. Miss Melogas is indeed the most powerful person of this era, and I need her strength."
Lanci said to Talia in a reassuring tone.
"..."
"Why do you use honorifics with her but never call me 'Miss Talia'?"
Talia suddenly discovered the problem.
"Master, you have a different sense of maturity and a different generation. It's inappropriate to address you like this."
Lanci replied politely.
"me!"
Talia listened to Lanqi's sincere words and wanted to push him onto the sofa on the spot, but she didn't dare to show up to see Merogas, and she didn't even want to leak her magic and let Merogas smell her scent.
Why is it that even Merogas is younger than her in Lanqi's heart? !
Talia was filled with resentment, but now she was in a dilemma and had no place to vent.
She feels so uncomfortable!
There's a bug with Ranchi!
In the humid garden outside the window, there are rare demonic plants planted, including blood-red roses that can devour magic power, violets that can release hallucinogenic poison gas, and mandrakes that can peek into people's hearts. Several demonic butterflies are dancing among the flowers, and the sound of insects can be heard in the living room from time to time.
Melogas waited for the Pope's response, then calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Melogas, can you help me?"
Lanqi clasped his hands together, placed them on his knees, and asked her solemnly.
"what?"
Melogas tilted his head slightly in melancholy, as if he didn't understand what the other person said, and his dark hair slid down silently.
She had never expected that Pope Saint Polante would come to ask her for help, which surprised her and made her feel a little bored.
Pope Saint Polante actually needs other demons to help him?
"I need your help."
Lanqi repeated it again, staring at her for confirmation.
"That won't do. I am the regent of the Demon Realm. I cannot betray the Demon Realm for your request. Even if you force me to do it, I will never agree to it."
Lord of Blasphemy Merogas was sizing him up and seemed dissatisfied with his straightforward request, even pretending to have a hostile tone in his voice as if a fight was imminent.
The Pope came here in person to talk to her and ask for her help. He would undoubtedly make some extremely excessive demands, such as asking the Demon World to waive tariffs on the Holy Spirit Kingdom, or borrow an exaggerated debt, or directly take technology and materials from them.
"I am also from the demon world. How could I ask you to do something that would harm the demon world?"
Lanqi felt that Melogas was too nervous today, and asked her with a helpless smile.
"Uh."
"The Demon Realm is my second home. If it weren't for the Demon Realm, I wouldn't be who I am today."
"Then I believe you."
Merogas discovered that Pope Saint Porant still remembered the old times and had such a sense of belonging to their demon world.
She felt more at ease.
I felt a little disappointed.
She had already imagined how she had been humiliated in every way by Pope Saint Polante after her defeat.
As a result, this kind of thing never happened.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
After Melogas thought for a while, she tapped the rim of the cup with her index finger and asked casually.
Anyway, it is probably about strengthening the cooperation between the Demon Realm and the Church of Saint Polante, rather than an overly unilateral treaty.
She has now come to terms with it. As long as it does not infringe upon the treaty with the Demon Realm, even if the benefits to the Demon Realm are close to zero, she will just agree to it. Who told her that her fists are not as strong as others? She can only endure the humiliation and wait until she can defeat the Pope before going to him to get her money back with interest.
It is nothing but a daydream to expect the Pope to be foolish enough to tear up the peace treaty with the Honing Empire and let the Demon Realm reap the benefits.
"Come with me and destroy the Horning Empire."
Lanci stated his demands directly.
"puff!"
Melogas almost lost his seat.
She took out her handkerchief and covered her mouth. She had never lost her composure like this before.
"Pope, are you crazy?!"
Merogas adjusted his sitting position and covered his open mouth with his hands.
If she hadn't constantly reminded herself to remain dignified in front of this person, her eyes would have been wide open and she would have been blinking continuously.
She didn't think Pope Saint Polante was joking. He had the same serious expression and tone when he let her go in Purgatory.
"Melogas, do you know the Mirror of Tiberius?"
Lan Qi asked her.
"……certainly."
Melogas narrowed his eyes and his expression became calm.
She had always wanted to know where this super ancient artifact was, but apart from the former Demon King, Kaliera was probably the only one in the entire demon world who knew the answer.