*Clink!*


    *Clink!*


    *Clink!*


    The sword was clicking either with ws, fangs, or tough skin.


    The demons had begun their raid while Anna, who lured the demons to this city, had disappeared.


    As soon as the demons saw the city, they immediately changed their direction, so Anna took that chance to escape.


    "What is this? How is this happening?" A middle-aged man gritted his teeth while looking at his document. Even though the city was fighting, he was still trying to figure out which documents he had to bring with him before escaping the city.


    "Sir!" A butler came to his room with a serious expression. "We don''t have much time left."


    "I know!" The middle-aged man mmed the table while ring at him as if telling him to leave him alone for the time being.


    The butler indeed left the room for a moment before returning to the room.


    "What? Do I need to spell it for you?!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.


    "No, Sir. It''s just we have received information that the Demon Banner Army has made their move!"


    "What?" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at the documents before putting them down. "Who are they?"


    "They are the Demon Hunting Squad and the Demon Relief Squad''s Zero Squads."


    "The Zero Squads? Are their captains with them?"


    "No, Sir."


    "Then, what''s the number of our enemies?"


    "There are seven Peak Level Demons and a few hundred lower level demons. With the strength of the two Vice-Captains, they might be able to stop these demons."


    "You serious?" The guy frowned, not believing his words. He was ready to pack his luggage if he was lying.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    But the butler nodded his head. "Yes. ording to the information, the two Vice-Captains are Spirit Grandmasters. So, they should be able to handle those Peak Level Demons."


    "Good, good, good!" The guy pped his hands, feeling relieved. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his palms and forehead. "So, it means we''re safe, right?"


    "Yes, Sir. We just have to wait until they finish their job."


    The guy nodded in understanding while muttering, "I wonder how delicious a Peak Level Demon''s meat can be…"


    Yes. The guy was the Count. He was a bit concerned when the baron called the two squads at first, but he never expected that this city would be attacked by demons. Ultimately, the two squads ended up saving him.


    The guy thought for a moment and asked, "Prepare a feast for them."


    "Understood." The butler politely bowed his head and left.


    The Count looked around as if trying to find something to do to calm down.


    "Although I couldn''tplete the project, I still gained a good amount of data. It''s possible to trap the demons by using a nest specifically created for them.


    "As long as we have a secluded ce, it''s possible to increase the demon''s strength over a period of time.


    "The more the demons grow, the more delicious their meat is. I don''t mind—" Before he finished his words, he suddenly stopped because he felt a cold, sharp de on his neck.


    "That is interesting information. And now, you have served your purpose. Give us the research data." A deep voice resounded in his ears.


    "Who… are you?" The Count gulped down. He didn''t feel a single thing about this guy. Although he wasn''t that good of a fighter, he was still a Spirit Practitioner. He had some basic defense.


    Yet, he couldn''t sense anything about this guy. The person behind him might be a Spirit Wielder or even stronger.


    "You don''t need to know. All I want is the data. It''s fine if you don''t want to give it to me, I''ll just take it from your corpse."


    "That''s… We can talk about this." The Count''s body started shaking as he was never in this situation before. He didn''t want to die, but if he wasn''t calm, the enemy might identally kill him.


    So, he nced back, trying to see the enemy, but to no avail. The enemy pressed the de a bit deeper, making his neck bleed.


    "!!!" The sharp pain jolted his mind as the Count froze. "I''ll give it to you. I''ll give it to you!"


    The Count hurriedly agreed since he didn''t want to die.


    He grabbed all the paper on the table and handed it to the mysterious guy behind him. "This is everything… Please let me go."


    "You are still useful. If you join us, I''ll spare you!"


    "Join you?!" The Count was confused because he never piqued an organization''s interest, except for the Inquisitor Organization. But that was a different problem.


    The Count suddenly got his answer when the guy extended its arm, showing a skeleton skull with two bright red eyes and a sword nted on the skull.


    "This… Supreme Devil Organization…" The Count gasped, never thinking an organization like this would visit him.


    His research was about making the demons stronger like a farm. Everything was for the sake of the taste that he pursued.


    Meanwhile, the Supreme Devil Organization needed this method to increase the number of their army. With more and stronger demons, they would be able to create an army that could fight against the noble''s army and the Demon Banner Army.


    That was why they targeted the Count.


    "So, you don''t want to?!" The cold, chilling voice resounded in his ears as a sharp pain jolted the Count''s mind.


    He felt his back stabbed by another knife, causing another bleeding.


    "I…" The Count still hesitated even in the face of death. No matter what, the Supreme Devil Organization was humanity''s enemy. If the people knew he was a part of the organization, he would die without a doubt. So, epting or declining the invitation would result in the same oue.


    However, the guy added, "That''s right. If you join us, we''ll give you a spot where you can build a huge farm. We''ll supply the demons for you to experiment and because the kingdom can''t catch us, you don''t need to be afraid to get caught. What do you think?!"


    "!!!" The Count''s body shook, showing how those conditions piqued his interest.


    "I…"