Chapter 1350 The Disappearing Demon King

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As for whether he would happen to pick up a sub-artifact or an artifact, Wang Yan had no hope at all.

First of all, they did not have the relevant professional qualities. When they saw something good, they could only judge the quality based on their past experience. How could they compare with the eyesight of the old hands who had been working in this industry for a lifetime?

If they really encountered a legendary ancient artifact that had gone through many hardships, Wang Yan and his friends would not be able to recognize its origin. Even if they got it by chance, they would have to ask those experts who had been engaged in archaeological excavation outside for their whole lives to identify it, so as to uncover the dust that history had covered it with.

In addition, sub-artifacts and artifacts were treasures that only demigods or even higher-level demons had. But how many demons were there in the world? There were quite a few demigods, but how many demigod demon kings had sub-artifacts?

Who could be so lucky that they could pick up an artifact while just strolling around the street? Are you sure you are not kidding?

Let’s not talk about this artifact. Wang Yan has not really encountered it yet, but the sub-artifact is already the ultimate treasure that humans can touch.

For example, the sub-god-level Eight-foot Mirror in his hand is a national treasure in Japan. The defense ability that defies the heavens can even withstand the angry attack of the Lord of Yanhu.

It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Yan feels that if he gets a few more sub-artifacts of this level, he can definitely fight the Red Refining Demon King alone without losing the upper hand, and even have the possibility of defeating him.

But once a treasure of this level is revealed, won’t the world be in chaos? Who wouldn’t go to grab it? If a sub-artifact comes out in Liuhuo City, the Red Refining Demon King will definitely surround it with his army without saying a word, and ordinary people won’t even see it.

"Don’t think about picking up treasures, we just go over and take a look."

Wang Yan waved his hand disapprovingly about picking up treasures. He looked at himself. Although he had a lot of good things on his body, except for the war hammer and bicycle inherited from Uncle Pao, which one was not exchanged for his life?

Even the warhammer and the bicycle can only be regarded as artifact-level materials. So far, they are only in their infancy. Not to mention the artifact, they are still far from the sub-artifact.

He didn't want to get a bargain for free, but it was worth a visit to such a large economic and trade zone.

"Yes, yes, the boss is right. There is no such thing as a bargain for free in this world." Chihuo nodded and laughed, "I don't want to pick up treasures. Aren't there slaves for sale there? The main skill is to meet a top-quality female slave."

He looked at Lydia slyly, as if the female slave he wanted to buy had to be as top-quality as Lydia.

Lydia couldn't eat when he looked at her. She had just temporarily forgotten her identity as a slave because of the delicious food. At this time, when she thought of her slave status, she felt wronged and almost cried again.

God knows what terrible things she will encounter next? The Demon Flame Lord looked so good and powerful. She felt that she was no match for him!

What should she do? What should she do?

Lydia was frightened and fell into a state of delusion. The Chijue Princess immediately said to Chihuo: "Oh, it's easy to say. Even if you run into a top-quality female slave, do you have the money to buy it?"

When the word money was mentioned, the Chihuo Lord suddenly lost his temper, and then looked up to the sky and lamented: "A penny can't kill a hero..."

A top-quality human female slave like Lydia is a rare and priceless thing in any big city in hell. He is a poor and destitute little lord in the borderland, and he can't buy such a female slave with all his wealth.

As the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle, and a good ship deserves a good sail. When an industry develops to a certain level, the top layer must be the rarest and most precious sky-high price.

Like some rare and unique slaves, only some great nobles and rich people have the financial resources and qualifications to buy them.

Time passed little by little, and after everyone enjoyed the dinner, they went to their respective rooms to sleep.

Wang Yan handed Lydia over to the succubus. The two were both slaves and slept in the same room. The succubus supervised her on the surface, but she was actually taking care of her secretly. Otherwise, Lydia would be very dangerous if she was left alone in the hell world.

After all, even on the relatively civilized earth, there are many beasts who dare to commit crimes even though they know that they will be sentenced to three years and the maximum penalty is death.

After that, Chihuo slept in a guest room, and Wang Yan just found a room to live in. Anyway, the rooms and space in the Princess Palace were very large, so Wang Yan could do whatever he wanted.

Seeing that Wang Yan had no intention of favoring her, and that she had experienced enough today, Princess Chijue obediently returned to the master bedroom.

Nothing happened overnight until the sun rose to the top of the next day. Everyone washed and gathered. After lunch, they led their mounts and walked out of the Princess Palace.

Lydia, who followed Wang Yan, still felt sorry for her robes and the loss of her staff.

Her previous robes were already tattered and could not be worn. The holy staff that had accompanied her for many years also became the trophy of the third son of the Demon King and was taken away.

As for her storage bracelet and the necklace that Wang Yan gave her as a gift from the rich prophet, they were specially treated due to the magician's outstanding wisdom. When not in use, they look like gray silver bracelets and silver chains. These things look worthless, so they have been preserved.

At this moment, she was wearing a gray-white cloth shirt and a cloth robe that could cover her face. This is the standard dress for female slaves here. Slave owners usually carve their own marks on clothes or on female slaves to indicate her ownership.

Wang Yan saved trouble. He currently had no mark to represent himself, so this set of clothes was marked with the mark of Princess Chijue.

Soon, the group walked through the streets and came to the center of Liuhuo City along the avenue. In front of the Demon King's Palace.

Because when she went out, Princess Chijue hoped that Wang Yan could follow her and visit her father first. First, it was in accordance with etiquette. Second, since Wang Yan was going to participate in the Hell Conference, he had to be selected and recommended by the Demon King Chilian.

However, they came at an unfortunate time. The guard commander of the Demon King's Palace told Princess Chijue that the Demon King Chilian and the three princes had left the city very early, bringing only a few followers, and not even the Demon King's personal guards.

Princess Chijue then asked, where did the Demon King Chilian take the three princes? When will they come back?

The guard commander said that he was of low rank and he had no way of knowing what the Demon King was going to do with the three princes.

Princess Chijue was a little disappointed, but she was also happy to be quiet. No one cared about her. She was just taking Wang Yan to have fun.

Even when everyone was about to leave the Demon King's Palace, Wang Yan found that Lydia's face was not right and her expression was full of anxiety. He couldn't help but frowned slightly, and was suspicious.

The Demon King Chilian and the three princes disappeared, why was this little girl so anxious?

Could it be that she knew where the Demon King Chilian went?

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