Chapter 105 No Seat for the Weak

The prison cell was still filled with the magical fluctuations from the fierce battle before the ceasefire. It was gradually becoming relatively calm, leaving only the faint light from the ventilation openings in the dome to sway in the space.

The Great Poet of Love slowly walked towards Xin Nuola, who stared at her, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Although Xin Nuola's heart was full of doubts, she temporarily put aside her hostility and communicated with the other party briefly.

"What's going on with the Protos Empire now? What could make you come here to find me?"

Xin Nuola temporarily retracted her weapons, returning to her original appearance, seemingly willing to communicate with the two for the time being.

Antanas was using magic to disguise herself as a human, and this black-haired, green-eyed fellow probably also had magic to disguise herself as a human.

"Miss Xin Nuola, we would like to reach a fair demonic transaction contract with you. Can you tell us what your demands or wishes are?"

The Great Poet of Love stated her intentions directly.

Antanas raised her hand to stop the Great Poet of Love from getting closer to Xin Nuola, protecting her safety at all times like a bird mother protecting her fledgling.

Even though Xin Nuola had stopped, Antanas still treated her as a great enemy.

"...I won't kill you, based on the premise that you don't offend me."

Xin Nuola looked at the face of the Great Poet of Love. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, but she didn't show a real smile.

At the same time, she was hinting at the consequences of continuing.

Xin Nuola had been observing Antanas's attitude towards the Great Poet of Love and had some guesses in her heart.

If a human dared to deliberately dress up as Talia, Antanas would probably be the first to kill them.

Antanas could tolerate, acquiesce, and even care for her so tenderly, which could only mean that her original appearance must also have some connection with Talia, most likely Talia's own daughter.

"I merely want to discuss a transaction that you consider fair. Of course, as part of the price, you need to enter into a contract with me to leave Heluomu Prison."

The Great Poet of Love said what she wanted to say.

This contract naturally referred to the slave contract of Heluomu Prison.

Although a more equal contract could be signed, it was already an insult to the Great Demon race.

"Hehehe, quite bold, but unfortunately, we have nothing to talk about. There is no seat for the weak in front of me."

Xin Nuola let out a few laughs, but the laughter was filled with anger.

A mere demon cub wants her to offer her loyalty?

If it was Talia or Ifatia who came to save her, with a strong determination to restore the country, perhaps she would consider sacrificing her dignity and submit to them to help them.

For this fellow to want her to go with her was simply too naive.

The marks deep in Xin Nuola's demon pupils began to become abnormally active, and complex lines instantly appeared in her deep red pupils, bursting out with the primitive and powerful aura of the demon race.

The Great Demon race naturally exerted pressure on ordinary demons, and once they unlocked their magic restrictions, their pupils would also have marks symbolizing their title.

These marks were not only symbols of power but also proof of the Great Demon race.

They rotated in Xin Nuola's eyes, emitting a deep light that made people unable to look directly at them.

The magic power exuded from Xin Nuola's body was like an invisible mountain. Her gaze was firmly locked on the Great Poet of Love, wanting to completely overwhelm the latter.

"Xin Nuola!"

Antanas rebuked her angrily.

Although the Great Poet of Love was protected by her and would not be directly injured by Xin Nuola's attack, this instinctive oppression of the Great Demon race, originating from the soul, was not an attack that she could isolate or resist with barriers.

Just as Antanas was about to launch an attack to stop Xin Nuola, she suddenly discovered that Xin Nuola's expression had begun to become confused.

Because the Great Poet of Love had not retreated even half a step under this pressure.

She just stared straight at Xin Nuola, her posture elegant and polite, as if no matter what Xin Nuola was preparing to do, she did not intend to treat her with force, only hoping to have a good talk.

Gradually, completely different patterns from Xin Nuola appeared in her emerald green pupils.

These patterns slowly formed in her eyes and began to flicker in resonance, as if they were being passively responding to Xin Nuola's power, as if being pulled.

When Xin Nuola saw this scene, her whole body was trapped in shock, and a strange expression appeared on her cold face.

"!!"

In that instant, Xin Nuola instinctively retreated, creating distance and maintaining extreme vigilance.

The other party was clearly a Great Demon race, so why did she feel like she was only at the first rank?

When she couldn't sense the other party's magic, there were usually only two possibilities.

Very weak, or very strong!

At the moment when she approached her without any warning, she might not have been afraid, and she might have been able to kill herself with a backhand.

What kind of monster did Talia give birth to that could grow to this point?

"Miss Xin Nuola, I only came here to save you, and I want to ask you to help me. I will also give you equivalent transaction content."

The Great Poet of Love said, with no intention of attacking or defending from beginning to end.

As if nothing had happened just now.

"..."

The other party still treated her with courtesy, which made Xin Nuola feel a little unsure.

The more rational a demon race, the more terrifying they often were, and the other party was also a Great Demon race, but she had completely failed to detect the other party's depth.

Only that resonance was extremely real, otherwise, she might not have been able to detect her true danger until the other party was willing to actively expose it.

"Before we talk about the transaction, can I see your true form?"

Xin Nuola glanced at the Great Poet of Love from top to bottom and asked.

A Demon Royal family, or a Great Demon race, who could even reach her presence.

At this point, the other party was indeed qualified to talk about a transaction with her.

Although it wasn't too important, it would naturally be better to see the other party's true appearance during the transaction.

There had always been those guys in the demon race who were always changing their appearance and body shape, disappearing from the sight of the demons and humans time and time again, and then reappearing.

These guys were all particularly cunning.

For example, there was a main surrender faction that impressed her during the Holy War. I'm afraid that even if all the demons were dead, that thing would still be living well.

"I can't let you see my true form yet, but if you are willing to leave with me, you will see me in the Protos Empire."

The Great Poet of Love said with a faint smile.

"When you say that, my interest disappears."

Xin Nuola shook her head.

She wasn't very curious about women in the first place, and she didn't know what the other party meant specifically, which made her feel a little scared.

It was possible that she would really show it to her, or it could mean that when she saw her true form, it would be her death date.

Unlike humans, sometimes what sounds like friendly conversation between demons can lead to one killing the other in the next second.

(End of this chapter)