Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 376: The Night Watchman of the Land of Slumber_1

A fire basin? A demon offering? A demon? Why does this aura seem a bit familiar? These thoughts just popped up in Negris’s mind when he heard Ange angrily shout, “Turus! You burnt my field!”

Negris almost fell to the ground, as he tried to restrain the furious Ange with a wry smile, “It’s not Turus, Not Turus. Turus is dead, dead.”

This skull won’t get over it, will it? Last time in the Black Mountain Kingdom, he called any demon he saw Turus. Now he sees a demon and calls it Turus again. Surely not all demons are Turus?

Wait a minute, now that I think about it, isn’t this that demon from the Black Mountain Kingdom?

“Is it you? The demon from the Black Mountain Kingdom?” Negris asked in surprise.

The Lord of Terror, with a pained expression, asked, “Who exactly is this Turus? Do I look like him?”

Negris shook his head, “Not similar, not similar. He’s just a high-level devil. You can do a demon offering, so you’re at least at the Devil King’s level, right? How should we address you?”

“High-level Devil?! You guys can’t even tell a high-level devil?! Are you bli…” The Lord of Terror wanted to curse ‘are you blind?’, but considering his own plight, he swallowed the remaining words.

Negris was also quite embarrassed. Indeed, he was blind. Demons are one of the most complex species, second only to insects. They not only have different forms, varying strengths, and different attributes, but also their methods of reproduction are often different.

Succubi are a kind of demon, and they have a more unique method of reproduction (6000 words omitted here…)

So, for convenience, humans rank demons by their strength. The rankings are inferior demons, demons, mid-level high-level, Great Demons, which are common demons. Above them are the Devil King and the Demon Overlord, which are not so common.

Each of them is a king who controls a vast territory and commands thousands of subjects, equivalent to human gods and the truly powerful.

Ange’s mistake of equating a non-standard Demon God with a standard high-level demon, if not blindness, then what is it?

“I am the Lord of Terror, the Overlord of the Terror Abyss, what do you want to do?” The Lord of Terror asked grumpily.

“Lord of Terror? Are you a Demon Overlord? What are you doing here?” Negris asked before adding, “What did you do in the Black Mountain Kingdom?”

“Are you questioning me? You should know, dealing with a demon requires paying a sufficient price. Are you prepared?” The Lord of Terror asked.

Negris laughed, “We’re prepared. As long as you answer our questions, we’ll let you go.”

The Lord of Terror gave him a glance, “This is just my projection, not my real body. Do you need to release me? Give something practical.”

“Even a projection is part of the power right? If you don’t agree, should we squeeze it to pop?” Negris said confidently.

The Lord of Terror’s face changed a few times, and finally, he sighed reluctantly, “Mainly because I don’t have much of my offering fire basin left. Forget it, I’ll only answer three of your questions. After that, you have to put down my fire basin. Do you agree? If you agree, let’s make a contract.”

With his words, a phantom of a scroll slowly appeared, written with a demon inscription contract.

The Lord of Terror explained, “Do you understand Demon Inscriptions? Let me explain, this line is the names of the parties to the contract, this line are the agreements, answer three questions, this line is the reward, or say bonus, as long as I answer your three questions, you have to let go of my fire basin, not harming me in any way, and finally the signature. Any questions? If there are none, press your fingerprint on the signature.”

Negris squinted his eyes and carefully read line by line.

Seeing him taking too long, the Lord of Terror got a bit impatient, “You’re acting as if you understand, this is Demon Inscription, would we demons deceive you?”

Negris glanced at him, revealing a strange expression, “What if I really understand? You demons claim to never lie, but that’s only a claim. The succubus I knew always says she’s eighteen years old. Can you explain this Inscription to me?”

“Ah? Doesn’t this line just say, not to harm me in any way?” The Lord of Terror stammered.

“Yes, yes, yes. This ‘line’ does mean that, but what about this ‘sentence’? What does it mean? You better think it through, I’ve never seen a demon lie on a Demon Contract before.” Negris emphasized the words ‘line’ and ‘sentence’.

The Lord of Terror’s face turned as uncomfortable as if he had eaten feces, he grumbled, “Pay an additional 600 Demon Crystals to the Lord of Terror… So, you really can read inscriptions…”

Negris laughed, “It seems you demons really wouldn’t lie on the Demon Contract, only hiding key information. Three questions for 600 Demon Crystals, are you a mage from the Legalist Guild?”

The Lord of Terror became defensive, “I am the Lord of Terror, the all-knowing Lord of Terror. It’s your honor to have the opportunity to ask me questions. Two hundred crystals per question is very cheap, don’t compare me to those foolish humans.”

Thud! All-knowing?! Negris looked at the Lord of Terror, his eyes inevitably filled with intense fighting spirit: Kvada, dare to steal the prefix of my God of Knowledge?