The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The boy was about to refute the old man, saying, "All of this is just speculation."

The old man spoke again: "Most importantly, recently a professional with the strength to kill Lockston Kingsol has emerged. In fact, I personally witnessed Carleon die at that person's hands."

The old man's words caused the pupils of the other three archbishops to shrink sharply.

The boy still looked unconvinced and retorted, "Who? I've never heard of such a professional recently."

Even Ravend Black, who was at odds with the boy, didn't mock him this time, because Ravend Black himself had never heard of such a professional.

The young man frowned slightly, seemingly recalling a certain incident, but did not offer any counterarguments as the boy had suggested.

"Isn't that because you're operating in the desert, which is too remote?" The old man glanced at the other archbishops' reactions: "You've never heard of Revander either, have you? But someone does have some information about him."

This time, the boy did not get angry at the old man's words, because what the old man said was true.

Their faction operates in the desert, and they are indeed the most isolated of the seven factions, receiving only trivial information from a small number of followers in various countries.

"Is Carleon's death definitely related to that person you mentioned?" Ravend Black suddenly interjected. "You're not going to be stingy with sharing information now, are you?"

“Of course not,” the old man replied. “It concerns the very survival of the Order, and I will not hide anything from you.”

The young man finally spoke: "I'm all ears."

From then on, the old man began to tell his story in detail.

"That guy Carleon has gone crazy for some reason. He attacked the Holy Light Pilgrimage six months ago and caused a huge uproar."

The boy couldn't help but interject, "What's a Holy Light Pilgrimage?"

Ravend Black said irritably, "A lousy ceremony held by the Church of Holy Light in Olmec. It's obvious you really have no sources."

The young man wouldn't let Ravend Black's taunts go unchallenged: "Too far away. You're just a guy from the neighboring country, there's nothing to be so smug about."

The two stopped their verbal sparring only after the old man coughed heavily, but they continued to exchange glances, neither giving an inch.

"Kalion summoned their Lord of Truth in the secret realm of the Holy Light Pilgrimage."

It's not a projection; it's the actual object.

They all knew that the Lord of Truth referred to Thurth, the demon of knowledge and truth worshipped by the Carleon faction.

The young man frowned slightly and asked, "Where are the angels?"

The old man replied, "It's gone."

"That one got angry and disposed of the Lord of Truth, Carion?" the young man deduced.

The old man's voice was heavy:

"Do not,

There was no movement from that side; instead, a man in black robes appeared and... "

Young man: "How reliable is the information?"

The old man said, "I saw it with my own eyes."

Upon hearing this, the young man fell silent again.

The young man had already gleaned a wealth of information from just a few words.

That person... doesn't care that the Lord descends into the secret realm? They only send down an angel, and then they don't hold it accountable when the angel is gone?

It is necessary to inform Lord Last after the meeting...

The boy couldn't stand the old man's slow explanation: "After all that, have you found out who that man in black robes is?"

The old man's answer surprised the three of them: "This year's Demon King, Liu."

Boy: "Huh?"

Ravend Black and the young man were also utterly astonished.

"Is this Demon Lord this powerful? There has never been a Demon Lord of this caliber before," said Ravend Black.

The young man asked doubtfully, "Even if it is the Demon King, is this Demon King really that powerful? No, why would the Demon King bother us? The Demon Clan has declined to such an extent... Are you sure it's the Demon King?"

The old man nodded slightly: "The brave man confirmed it, it can't be wrong."

The boy finally lost his temper: "Demon King, are you looking for trouble with us for no reason?"

The Demon Cult has almost never been hostile to the demon race. The biggest victims of the Demon Cult's cult activities are humans, followed by demi-humans, orcs, and elves.

Other races might be hostile to the Demon Cult, but the Demon race is the only one who is unlikely to be.

Neither side had provoked the other, and besides, the demon race was now so weak that it could not be seen at all.

Rather, the biggest beneficiary of the past conflicts between humans and demons, and the battles between heroes and demon kings, was the Demon Cult.

The conflict between humans and demons is none of their business, and humans are preoccupied with defeating the Demon King and fighting against his army, leaving them with little energy to deal with the Demon Cult.

Why would the Demon King kill the Lord of Truth and a high bishop of the Demon Order when there was no enmity between them?

And that's not all the complaints...

Revend Black said helplessly, "It happened during the Holy Light Pilgrimage, right? The Holy Light Church is useless; they managed to let Carleon and even the Demon King in."

"It's not bad at all." The young man said dismissively, "If the Church of Holy Light weren't useless, we'd be having a harder time."

The old man continued, "Carlyon's death is certain, and the possibility that Lockston will follow in Carlyon's footsteps is not low."

As for Iselan...

Before the synod of archbishops, I had no idea he was in trouble too.

The boy interjected, "You summoned us here just to discuss countermeasures? To warn us about that idle demon king?"

The old man nodded slightly.

"absurd."

The boy snorted coldly:

"Even if we take a step back and assume that a demon king who can kill the Lord of Truth is born, even if Lockston is really dead, even if that demon king really opposes us, what does it have to do with me?"

Lockston and Carleon both died in Olmec, I was in the desert, and the other two were in Olmec's neighboring country.

You're the only one in danger, that's why you're so scared you're wetting yourself and have to call a meeting right away, right?

In short, I'm not playing along anymore, I'm leaving.

Next time, we should hold a meeting on issues that affect everyone, instead of convening an archbishop's council so casually.

As the boy's voice faded, the boy's figure on the crystal ball vanished, leaving only the old man, Ravend Black, and the young man on the crystal ball.

“That idiot,” Ravend Black couldn’t help but curse.

What a fine example of "minding one's own business."

Only the elderly in Olmec and those in neighboring countries need to discuss countermeasures.

The old man's eyes flashed with a hint of anger at the boy's rude attitude, but he quickly returned to normal.

"The main purpose of this meeting is to remind everyone to be careful and to gather some relevant intelligence..."

If there's any news, we'll contact each other.

Please don't...

There will be fewer people at the next meeting.

The young man nodded: "I'll send someone to investigate."

Ravend Black: "We will contact you both if we have any news."