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

After leaving Gray's embrace, Gamma gradually regained her senses and broke free from her infatuation.

Realizing her blunder, Gamma blushed and quickly stood up.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Lord Shadow..."

After adjusting his state slightly, Gamma finally showed some of the imposing presence he usually had as the chairman of the chamber of commerce.

Gamma clapped his hands, and a maidservant came over carrying a beautifully decorated box and handed it to Gamma.

Gamma opened the box, revealing a purple-gold card.

"Lord Shadow Demon, this is the Supreme Purple Gold Card of the Grand Merchant Guild. With this card, you can freely select goods within the Grand Merchant Guild and it serves as a symbol of your status. All the waiters will understand your identity upon seeing this card."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Gray picked up the purple-gold card from the box and casually put it into his storage bag.

This is very convenient; not only can you buy things for free, but the symbolic value of this status symbol is also very important.

Gray proved his identity to the waiter by revealing a glimpse of his magic.

Many of the waiters' magic powers originated from him, and this was how they could confirm Grey's identity.

However, this method is definitely risky. If you happen to run into Philippa nearby when you reveal your magic, you're doomed. Heroes are very perceptive of the Demon King's power.

In fact, Philippa, who was being entangled with Sophia, did sense the appearance of magic for a moment, but she was too busy dealing with Sophia to get through it.

"Lord Shadow..." Gamma hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"I've already earned enough money to pay off the debts you helped me with, so..."

Upon hearing this, Gray realized it was a farewell!

Well, Gamma has indeed paid off many times more debts than Gray had paid for her.

If she wants to quit, Gray doesn't intend to stop her.

"Therefore, from this day forward, Gamma will no longer serve the Shadow Court to repay your kindness, but to follow in your footsteps and give everything for the Shadow Court!"

After saying these words, Gamma felt much more at ease, and Gray saw a sense of relief in her eyes.

"Has something happened?" Gray sensed something keenly; if only he could use that intuition for other things.

"Well, it's nothing serious," Gamma Wan'er smiled.

It's nothing big, that's a big deal for Gray and the Shadow Court.

But for Gamma, this event was of great significance.

She found it not long ago.

They found that scumbag father who ran away with his debts, leaving his wife and daughter to pay them off alone!

Whispering Wind, inside the slums.

The slums of Windwhispering, known locally as "Whispering Alley," are the darkest and most forgotten corner of the city. The houses here are pieced together from discarded materials; sawdust, rags, broken bricks, and old corrugated iron form the shelters on which the residents depend for survival.

Whisper Lane is a narrow, winding street where sunlight struggles to penetrate the gaps between towering buildings, shrouding it in perpetual gloom. Sewage flows across the ground, and mountains of garbage reek of foul odors. Rats and cockroaches scurry among the waste, searching for scraps of food.

The residents were mostly from the city's lower class, including unemployed artisans, landless farmers, disabled soldiers, and marginalized people from other ethnic groups and migrants. Their faces were etched with the hardships of life, and their eyes revealed confusion and despair about the future.

Along the street, dilapidated houses, like old men weathered by countless storms, teetered on the brink of collapse. Cracks in the walls, like the marks of time, crisscrossed, revealing the darkness and dampness within. The corrugated iron roofs, oxidized and rusty, emitted a mournful sound whenever the wind blew, as if telling the story of this place.

On the ground, sewage mixed with mud, forming a thick layer of sludge that made walking difficult. Discarded and broken furniture, broken dishes, and rotting food scraps were everywhere. Mosquitoes and flies buzzed among the garbage heaps, adding to the desolation of this slum.

In this very environment, a tall and beautiful figure appeared, dressed in purple with purple hair and accompanied by several guards.

"Lord Gamma, are you really going? The environment here is really a bit..."

The attendant held his breath, disgusted by the smell, and urged Gamma to leave.

How could someone of Lord Gamma's noble status be allowed to be polluted by this environment!

"It's alright, take me there."

At this moment, Gamma's eyes revealed only a chilling coldness and an unwavering determination.

"Yes, as you wish..."

Seeing that his attempts to dissuade him were futile, and realizing that it was impossible to stop Gamma now, the waiter silently led the way.

As Gamma walked through this whispering alley, he encountered many curious and hopeful eyes.

When the poor people saw such a beautifully dressed woman appear, accompanied by many guards, they all realized that this woman was no ordinary person, and they all looked eager to make their move.

"Don't get any ideas you shouldn't have!"

The waiter roared, releasing a burst of magic that intimidated those with ill intentions and those who wanted to elicit sympathy by appearing pitiful.

After walking for a short while, Gamma saw the figure lying on the ground, barely alive.

The old man's face was pale and gaunt, wrinkles etched deeply into his skin like dried-up rivers. His eyes were half-closed, reduced to mere slits, revealing a faint light, as if the last flicker of life before its flame was extinguished. His lips were pale and cracked, trembling slightly occasionally, but uttering no sound.

The old man's clothes were tattered and covered in mud and stains, making it almost impossible to tell their original color. His body was so thin that it was almost weightless, with only skin and bones left, his fingers hanging limply at his sides, occasionally swaying slightly due to a slight tremor.

Seemingly having heard the sound, the old man weakly raised his head, and the purple-haired figure before him made his heart tremble.

"Lan'er..."

Before Gamma could speak, the old man weakly uttered two words.

You are not worthy to call me that!

Having grown up and dressed in luxurious clothes, she did not expect that this scumbag would recognize her at a glance, but her surprise was quickly overshadowed by anger.

The waiter had never seen Gamma so hysterical before, and was too frightened to move.

But the old man seemed not to notice her reaction and just continued talking to himself.

"At the very end of my life, to see you... safe and sound, I... can... leave in peace..."

Gamma's anger soared to the heavens, but he didn't do anything rash.

"Lord Gamma... he's going to die..." A waiter weakly mentioned, but was immediately silenced by Gamma's glare.

"sorry…"

Gamma just watched as this scumbag, her father, fell silent...