Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 376 My poor little darling, you must live well!

"Ah~ I almost forgot about that," her cheerful mood suddenly soured, "You guys are so late, you're really delaying the Emperor's business."

She walked straight away. The two Dark Soldiers, belatedly realizing they had escaped a disaster, trembled as they touched their intact bodies. As soon as they stood up, they faced another, even more formidable opponent, and their legs went weak, almost causing them to kneel down again.

Upon arriving at the location, Huangwu was surprised to find that, in addition to the Dark Soldiers and a group of errand boys, there were actually guests there.

How rare.

Which poor soul is going to be squeezed dry again?

She glanced at the guest shouting something, then turned her gaze back to the Dark Emperor.

Come on, let her hear what the great painter is going to paint today.

"It must be someone from your Dark Clan! It must be someone from your Dark Clan! Not only did you help those wizards steal my money, but you also cruelly murdered my most capable old steward!"

Yo ~

Let's put the painter's work aside for now. If that's what the guest says, then she'll have to take another look.

It's an old acquaintance.

Their eyes met, an undercurrent of tension simmered, and a subtle exchange slowly rippled between them. The guest stood up and shouted:

"It's you!"

"It must be you! I know you. You are the legendary Desolate Demon Lord, whose magical abilities are either the first or second best under the Dark Emperor."

Realizing they were in someone else's territory, not their own home, the guests calmed down considerably from their high spirits.

The Dark Emperor sat high above, watching the farce with great interest.

The young guest frowned slightly: "I heard about your arrival from the housekeeper, but since you haven't come to visit, I didn't feel comfortable extending an invitation. If you're short of money, you could certainly..."

“Young master,” Huangwu slowly straightened his clothes, “you need evidence to speak, right? You’re just throwing mud at me right away. You’re not some Quark Clan member sent to sow discord, trying to bully me, are you?”

"You...how can you not have evidence? I have evidence!"

Faced with this cauldron, which was secretly colluding with the Quark Clan, he cautiously glanced at the Dark Emperor before excitedly jumping up from his chair:

"After I fled and made a strategic retreat, the old butler said that he sensed a dark aura when he was bound, and he never came back!"

"Please accept my condolences."

……

Mya Star encountered a minor crisis.

He was exhausted when he got back. After lying down in his room, he didn't know exactly how long he slept. Suddenly, a bright light outside the window woke him up.

"Its daybreak?"

No, it's daytime right now.

Looking out, it seemed as if the sky had briefly opened up, but was now rapidly healing.

It might be some kind of extreme weather event for the Dark Clan.

Thinking this, I closed my eyes, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

I was about to leave when I decided to have a chat with the butler.

On the one hand, Ruibu Si inexplicably told him not to run around, saying that the Dark Clan was too big and it was easy to get lost, but she did not restrict him from going out.

On the other hand, Carrington was one of his mission objectives, so he still needed to see what the mission's standards were.

On the other hand, the gifts given by the elder of the Soli tribe were carefully kept by Ruibusi because the magic mailbox was easy to damage.

He forgot to keep it safe.

"Where is that maid?"

He didn't encounter anyone along the way, so he had no choice but to follow his memory to his place in Carrington.

"You are……"

A woman with a low ponytail appeared in the middle of the road at some unknown time.

Her long hair was casually tied back, and like all the other members of the Dark Clan here, her appearance suggested she wasn't a good person.

Like all the Dark Clan members here, his charioteer felt a restless urge the moment she appeared.

What's different is that this character looks like a teacher.

Does the Dark Clan currently have schools or similar institutions?

"Oh~"

He hadn't answered yet, but she seemed to already know.

"I just finished my class over there and heard something, so I came to see your Demon Lord. Unfortunately, it seems I'm a step too late."

Is he really a teacher?

"Your Excellency should be with the Great Emperor."

As is customary, Ruibusi would certainly not go there immediately upon her return.

However, according to custom, at this point, the Dark Emperor would definitely send someone to urge him on.

"Well, we're really a step too late, what a pity." The exaggerated regret was full of schadenfreude.

Miya Star sensed a familiar malice.

Such subtle malice often appears in the system.

I'm a good person, I just naturally talk like this!

Oh, maybe the person in front of me is one too.

"Is there some trouble for the Demon Lord?" The system's announcement didn't sound, so he followed the Demon Lord's lead and asked what it was planning to do.

"It is indeed a considerable trouble." She sighed, perhaps because she did not often make such a move, which made Miya Xing feel very awkward.

"You've caused trouble on Earth, and the young master of the Campbell family is now demanding an explanation from the Emperor."

“However,” the familiar malice washed over him, “I can help your Demon Lord, but I need just a tiny bit of your assistance.”

Miya Xing realized that the servant's disappearance, the lack of encounters with anyone along the way, and then the meeting with her meant that this person had come specifically to target him while Rui Bu Si was not returning for the time being.

“We haven’t caused any trouble on Earth, and I think &*% will definitely investigate thoroughly.”

He glossed over the words "Great Emperor".

His awkwardness in saying those words was no less than anyone else's.

“Wouldn’t it be even worse to be wronged?” She spoke with the same relentless arrogance that the Dark Clan used when committing evil. “The jewels and chests you stole all had identification magic on them. The jewels were resold several times, making it difficult for the young master to catch the wizards who scattered and fled. This debt will all be held against your Demon Lord.”

After she said that, Miya Xing was completely relieved.

No wonder she didn't touch those boxes that day, except for the last time she stepped on them.

The most likely reason to step on it is not to hit the marked box.

It would be truly terrible if I showed up myself.

He handled those boxes, and all the treasures passed through his hands before being sold.

It seems that, apart from the wizards' marks, the only thing that could be found on the murdered steward was the scroll he left behind.

"What brings Lord Soul Summoner here? The servants are so negligent; none of them informed me."

It's Carrington.

At the same time, a long-lost feeling swept over him, and he instinctively retaliated.

"Mind-stealing magic?!"

The preconceived notions he had formed from his earlier encounter with the Soul-Summoning Demon King, along with the deeply ingrained criticisms from the gloomy Duchess, caused him to completely forget that the actual appearance of the spirit stone was entirely up to the creator's whims.

Except for the gloomy duchess.

The other party was equally surprised: "Mind reading? Or Quark magic? Where did Huangwu find such a treasure? I wonder if he would be willing to lend it to me for a few days?"

【ding dong~】

The system task was triggered belatedly.

……

Just as Mi Yaxing had guessed, the young master couldn't produce a single piece of evidence.

"Alright, alright, young master, it's just robbing some money and killing someone. So what if I did it? It's just an everyday thing. I have no reason to frame anyone."

Nothing much will happen, except that all the hard work you do will have to be handed over to the Dark Emperor.

Ah, it's such a pity that there were so many treasure chests in the room.

After the argument ended, the Dark Emperor, having watched the drama unfold, calmly brought up the main topic: "Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, Young Master Asan, we should be able to discuss cooperation properly."

“Desolation,” the Dark Emperor said, then turned to look at her, clearly not wanting her to hear the details of the collaboration. “You’re best at this. Go find something for me.”

"What?" She had a bad feeling.

“The Infinite Egg,” the Dark Emperor stroked the ring, his eyes filled with greed, “I sensed it; it’s within the Dark Clan.”

"what?"

"Ok?"

“Oh, I mean—” she hesitated, “okay.”