CHAPTER 286: CHAPTER 167: THIS DEMON KING, POSITIVE ENERGY!_2

"Isn’t it just right now?"

Shami generously spread her arms wide.

"You can have all the skeletons here."

"Eh?"

The Elf Maiden wasn’t sure about the situation with the other elves, but to qualify for the exchange program, surely a significant number of skeletons would be needed.

The maiden glanced around, there were about more than 3000 skeletons, which could be converted into approximately 3000 points.

"This number of skeletons would likely be enough. —But I don’t really want to go."

The Elf Maiden didn’t know much about the exchange program and wasn’t very interested.

"Anyway, it’s just about exchange learning. I can learn a lot in the Elf Forest myself."

Seeing this, Shami shook her head and began to work on the flat golden-haired one’s psychology.

"Lureya, you shouldn’t say that. Over there, exchange students are treated super well. Even if the school’s finances are tight, they won’t skimp on the exchange students’ treatment. Our exchange students are generally assigned three study companions, receive over a hundred thousand in scholarships annually, and if they cause trouble, it typically ends with the other party apologizing."

"Shami, where exactly is ’over there’? You were just a villager before!"

The exchange students sent by the Elf Race generally go to the top academies of various kingdoms for exchanges.

The students in these academies are either rich or noble, typically descendants of royal families.

From a political standpoint, the exchange students arranged by the Elf Race surely work to consolidate political connections between the Elf Race and various kingdoms.

In the future, if the Elf Race needs to assign ambassadors to various kingdoms, it’s likely that candidates will be selected from these exchange students.

Indeed, Shami wanted the Elf Maiden to seize this opportunity to meet someone from a Human Kingdom and royal family, to gauge the human kingdom’s rulers’ views on the Demon Race.

Listening to Shami’s words, the Elf Maiden felt tempted but still hesitated a little.

"Moreover, wouldn’t it be more convenient for you to return from outside the Elf Forest?"

"Alright, then I’ll take it."

The Elf Maiden replied swiftly.

The two began collecting the skeletons’ skulls around them.

In this survival practice of the Elf Race, the number of skeletons slain is primarily identified by the skulls, earning one point for bringing back one skull.

"If there’s not enough, we can backtrack and retrieve the skeletons I’ve slain before and count them into your account."

Shami took out a special map, on which he had marked the path he traveled, showing a glowing winding line, which was the passage he walked.

The Elf Maiden thought for a moment and didn’t fuss with Shami.

After all, this guy was so happy just sniffing someone else’s fragrance earlier.

"Hmm!"

The two walked back until the flat golden one’s Storage Space was filled with more than 5000 skeleton skulls, and stopped collecting.

"By the way, don’t you need to return to your teammates now? They’d be very worried about you after you separated from them, right?"

The Elf Maiden suddenly clasped her head.

"I completely forgot I still have teammates! Now’s the time for survival practice, not picking bones with you in a cave! —But it’s not a problem to disappear for a while since the plains are full of elves~"

The Elf Maiden’s mood changed seamlessly.

"Heh."

Shami glanced at the flat golden one like looking at a fool and chuckled lightly.

In the next moment, Shami seemed to recall something important and frowned tightly.

"Wait, since the plains are full of elves, wouldn’t it spell disaster for my magic creatures?"

"Eh?"

Shami quickly bid Lureya farewell.

The two used the Teleportation Gate, Lureya returned to the cave entrance, and Shami returned to the Demon Tribe’s small forest branch.

——

In the middle section of the southeastern plain mountain range of Aoja Kingdom.

This is the highest spot of the entire mountain range, with an altitude of over three thousand meters. The mountain is surrounded by dense forests, perfectly concealing the true situation of this mountain.

The depths of the mountains have been hollowed out, and inside lives a big shot from an earlier era of the Demon Race.

Indeed, this is where Bichu’er’s base camp is located.

As Bichu’er’s daily main base, its location is extremely concealed, known only to a few of Bichu’er’s close associates, and the chiefs and contacts of the four Demon Tribe tribes under Bichu’er. Almost no one else knows about this place.

Currently, in the cavern hall deep in the mountains, a meeting is quietly beginning in front of a rectangular meeting table.

With the Glowing Crystals around the cavern hall lit up, the people sitting around the meeting table gradually reveal their faces.

Sitting in the main seat is a little old man with almost no hair on his head. The little old man is short and frail, extremely aged, with a face devoid of color and covered in wrinkles resembling withered tree vines. His emotionless gray eyes quietly stare ahead.

"Is everyone here? Can the weekly routine meeting begin, Lord Bichu’er?"

Beside the little old man, in the host’s position, a Minotaur, equally haggard in appearance, began hosting the meeting.

The little old man nodded.

"Alright, Lita, I’ll leave it to you."

Good grief!

How did this happen in a few days and I’m already at the level of Bichu’er’s confidant!

The Dragon Race Maiden, disguised as the Minotaur Lita, was filled with gloom.

I really have to talk things over with Shami, if I keep undercover like this, I might genuinely become the boss!

Sitting on the two sides of the meeting table were the representatives of the four tribes: the Minotaur Tribe Chief ’Tory’, the Rolling Stone Spirit representative 18K, the Zombie Race leader ’々Memory Family々Domesticated Little Monster’, and the Skeleton Strategist holding a fan in the Skeleton Race.

The names are getting more and more bizarre! The last one doesn’t even have a name!

The Dragon Race Maiden suppressed her inner complaints, continued her undercover work, and looked at everyone around the meeting table.

"Now, let’s begin the meeting..."

According to the information obtained by the Dragon Race Maiden, this weekly routine meeting is a tradition here at Bichu’er’s, gathering each tribe’s leader to report on the tribe’s development status, discuss the next steps, and analyze changes in the surrounding environment, etc.

"First is the tribe development report section. First is the Rolling Stone Spirit representative 18k."

The Elf Maiden looked to the right side of the meeting table, at a stone sitting quietly on a chair, with two spheres and a cylinder, furrowing her brows.

This shape is obviously that thing!

The meeting table has presented something outrageous, but everyone else around seems unfazed, so she could only remain silent.

"18k, why didn’t the Rolling Stone Spirit King 24k attend this time, and you came to the meeting instead. I’ve heard the Demon King has appeared on this plain recently, what are the circumstances?"

Bichu’er looked at the stone.

So that’s why they’re named after the purity of gold they produce in this tribe!

The oddly shaped stone known as 18k was silent for a while.

How should this be put...

On the day of the incident, it heard that a pink Minotaur had appeared nearby. Driven by curiosity, it went around outside the quarry, and when it returned by evening, it found its home was gone.

The Rolling Stone Spirit King was directly cut down, all the gold was taken, and all the Rolling Stone Spirits around turned into ordinary stones.

The entire Rolling Stone Spirit tribe was left with only itself as a stone.

The Rolling Stone Spirit Elder was about to speak and then fell into silence again.

This kind of thing absolutely can’t be revealed!

Bichu’er is inherently suspicious. If what happened is disclosed, with the Rolling Stone Spirit King perishing and the tribe wiped out in a day, it would definitely be seen as a lack of leadership. I’d be the first to die, then the investigation would follow.

Moreover, the cautious Bichu’er seldom leaves this cave. His understanding of the Rolling Stone Spirit tribe’s current state comes only from weekly meeting reports and the confidant over there.

The Rolling Stone Spirit glanced at the four pairs of eyes behind Bichu’er, and changed the narrative.

"Because the Rolling Stone Spirit King is currently producing gold, the Rolling Stone Spirit tribe is all well, and we haven’t seen any Demon King, Lord Bichu’er."

The little old man silently nodded.

The Dragon Race Maiden looked towards the representative of the Zombie Race — a zombie wrapped in bandages and adorned with various gold and silver bangles all over its body.

"Next is the representative of the Zombie Race—" The Dragon Race Maiden smacked her lips for a moment before getting the name right: "—々Memory Family々Domesticated Little Monster."

A super unconventional zombie suddenly mixed in!