CHAPTER 548: CHAPTER 286: THE MIDDLE-AGED VILLAGER’S FEAR IS...? (PART 2)

With the intervention of the Minister of State Affairs, Delarosa’s anger subsided slightly.

"Indeed. The simultaneous appearance of the Demon Envoy and the goblin creatures must be connected in some way. Mason has made a minor contribution."

Mason excitedly raised his head, giving the Minister of State Affairs a grateful glance.

Arigato, Minister of State Affairs-san.

"But while the death penalty can be avoided, punishment cannot be escaped. Mason, you, as the commander, allowed ten thousand soldiers of the Royal Capital to be almost completely wiped out. I pardon your death, but imprisonment is unavoidable. Minister of State Affairs, how should such a crime be judged?"

"He should be judged for the serious negligence of duty as a commander, requiring 50 years in prison."

"Guards, take Mason away and imprison him for 50 years."

Mason looked at the Minister of State Affairs with a pale face.

Fifty years in prison is no different from death. If you were judging, you could at least downplay the crime a bit!

As the soldiers handcuffed Mason and escorted him out of the Royal Palace, the Minister of State Affairs followed along and patted Mason on the shoulder.

"Just obediently stay in prison for 50 years. When you get out, we’ll still be good brothers. I’ll take care of your wife and a few concubines for you."

"This is worse than death!"

——

Demon Realm.

Shami arrived at Ghost Valley.

This was a territory designated for the Ghost Race, with a winding and narrow valley at its center. The slopes were overgrown with lush shrubs and trees, rarely allowing sunlight to penetrate. The valley’s surface was dark and cool, causing any creature walking within to involuntarily shiver.

On either side were dense forests inhabited by various wild animals, with small creatures occasionally darting through the shrubs, making passersby anxious.

Beyond Ghost Valley lay the Skeleton Race’s territory—a vast graveyard that Shami allocated to the Bone Frame for the Skeleton Race’s residence.

Currently, this large graveyard already had over a hundred mounds and tombstones, exuding a naturally eerie atmosphere.

In short, the inherent frightful atmosphere of this area was already quite commendable, and with the presence of ghosts, it could definitely become a place of horror.

Shami entered Ghost Valley, searching around for the presence of the twin-tailed Wenli.

Before long, a small ghost peeked out from behind a tree, sneaking a look at Shami.

"I see you!"

Shami turned and grabbed the twin-tailed ghost trying to hide again.

"Lord Shami..."

The twin tails floated in mid-air, with the back of the neck held by Shami, the entire ghost shrinking like a scared kitten, slowly drifting towards a black pen lying by the tree root.

"Why are you so shy, little ghost? You can’t scare anyone like that."

Shami picked up the black pen, interrupting Wenli’s intention to hide back in the little box.

"Lord Shami... I haven’t caused any trouble here..."

The twin-tailed ghost said earnestly, keeping her head down and not daring to look at Shami.

"Demons don’t need good kids; as a ghost, you should unleash your scary nature and terrify people. I’m here this time to test and cultivate your professional skills and abilities."

Currently, the Ghost Race has two ghosts: the Video Tape Ghost Stacy and the Pen Fairy Ghost Wenli.

The former already has strong professional skills and is scaring people around the Demon Realm, looking for ghost comrades.

The latter is much more timid, a ghost with social anxiety.

But both are targets Shami plans to cultivate into the leaders of the Ghost Race.

There’s no time to pick naturally talented ghosts now.

Even though this twin-tailed ghost is socially anxious and seems ordinary, Shami believes that with personal demon king training, he can cultivate Wenli into a terrifying ghost.

"Alright, Wenli, let’s first test your ability to scare. Try to find a way to scare me."

Shami looked at the twin-tailed ghost and spoke slowly.

The twin-tailed ghost was dazed for a moment, then lifted her small face and glared fiercely at Shami, spreading her little hands at the same time.

"Woo~"

"..."

Not scared at all, rather, it’s quite cute.

"No wonder you couldn’t scare anyone before."

Shami sighed.

"Sorry... Master Shami..."

"But it’s not impossible to transform it."

Shami smiled and glanced at Wenli, who immediately felt an ominous chill.

The Teleportation Gate opened.

The Teleportation Gate closed.

Shami, holding a black pen, arrived at a small human village. He randomly found a villager’s home, sneaked in, placed the pen on the table, and hid on the roof, using the Briefing to check the situation inside the house.

"Alright, now here’s a task for you: figure out a way to scare the villager living here. If you can’t scare them, then be prepared to be tossed into the hearth as firewood."

Sure enough, the demon king’s education is this simple!

A rough, hands-off approach, never giving up until the goal is reached!

"Ma ma ma Master Shami!"

The twin-tailed ghost hunched her shoulders, looking around nervously.

The next moment, there was a noise at the door, and Wenli hurried back into the black pen.

This house had very poor lighting, almost no light at all, making it perfect for scaring people.

If you can’t scare even a villager, how are you going to frighten adventurers!

Shami silently observed.

Meanwhile.

[Briefing came with news]

[A villager in his fifties slowly walked home.]

["Stay over at my place," the villager was flirting with a female villager at the door.]

["You sly dog, your wife just went back to her family for a few days, and you dare to be so bold. Aren’t you afraid she’ll come back and beat you up~"]

["Afraid of that tigress? I always let her have her way. Don’t worry, she won’t be back for a while~"]

Upon the villager’s invitation, a rugged female villager in her forties also entered the house. They met while doing farm work; they were plowing adjacent fields. By coincidence, their hoes touched, sparking a romantic interest.

"Cheating is cheating; adding a seemingly pure love story element doesn’t help at all!"

[As soon as they entered the house, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, immediately entangled with each other, with clothes scattered all over the place.]

["On the bed?" "No, right here on the table you sly dog!"]

[They leaned against the table where the black pen was, engaging in farm work. For a moment, the sounds of plowing echoed throughout the house.]

"Oh no! Suddenly Wenli has become the first audience to an adult live show at such close range! Kids will be corrupted!"

Shami frowned at the black pen less than half a meter from the villagers on the table, then quickly relaxed.

"But, kids have to grow up eventually. Sometimes parents being too controlling isn’t good either."

[The rectangular wooden table rocked violently back and forth with the villagers’ farm work. The black pen on the table wobbled precariously.]

[At this moment, the female villager, who had been panting and shouting, seemed to reach a peak of excitement. Her hand swept over the table, looking for a suitable tool among the items to enhance the joy of farming, and grabbed the black pen.]

"Don’t use Wenli for that kind of thing, you idiot! She’d be defiled!"

Shami tensed up along with the situation.

["Wait a minute." "What’s wrong?" "Do you have a pen here?" "Isn’t there one on you?"]

[The male and female villager paused their plowing and began discussing this pen. "I think I’ve heard about this pen at the afternoon tea among female villagers. Recently, the Life-taking Video has been stirring up a trend of horror legends in various villages. This pen seems to be part of a horror legend called ’Pen Fairy’," the female villager said, looking at the patterns on the black pen.]"

[The male villager suggested they try it out. Despite the current heat of their bodies, they didn’t believe the horror rumors and quickly divided tasks: male villager continued plowing while the female villager summoned the Pen Fairy.]

"What kind of two-player cooperative mode is this! Wenli, you only have one last chance, quickly think about what middle-aged male villagers fear the most! If you don’t scare them, you’ll be used by the female villager in strange ways!"

[The female villager began to summon the Pen Fairy. But the black pen didn’t move at all. After several attempts, the female villager shrugged, deciding to use this pen to enhance the fun of farming.]

"You really won’t come out? Even if you’re a twin-tailed little loli, you have to grit your teeth and scare someone!"

Shami was ready to swoop down at any time to knock out the villagers and rescue Wenli.

[At that moment, a wave came from the black pen. The two villagers looked up to see a fierce beast-type female villager appearing before them, her body as massive as a brown bear, exuding a sense of impact, her tiger-like eyes glaring at them fiercely.]

["Ti... Tigress?!"]

[The male villager’s eyes widened, his voice hoarsely squeezing out a few words before his body stiffened and fell backward, his heart stopping. The female villager also screamed, instantly fainting from fright.]