The voice of Bokster reached the main hall. Sabonisfebiel ceased the aimless tapping of his fingers on the table, rose, and regarded Lucifer Flow with a cold expression as she entered the room.

This is…? Sabonisfebiel paused, startled. The Tenth Princess’s eye? One was missing!

When Bokkhet saw that Lucifer Flow was missing an eye, the teacup in his hand nearly slipped and shattered. He quickly lowered his gaze, deliberately avoiding looking at the defect on Lucifer Flow's face.

Though anger churned within Sabonisfebiel, he too swiftly averted his gaze from Lucifer Flow’s missing eye. Whether demoness or woman, all valued beauty! Staring directly at a demoness's flaw, Sabonisfebiel was deeply worried. If he truly provoked the anger of this Princess, the ensuing negotiations would become infinitely more difficult.

"Your Highness, the Princess." Sabonisfebiel bowed with one hand placed over his chest. "It is an honor, and a sorrow, to meet you here... My son was killed by one of your demons..."

Bokkhet bowed with practiced ease, his own posture impeccable, and made no attempt to observe the issue of Lucifer Flow’s single eye.

Sabonisfebiel finished his salute. Without waiting for Lucifer Flow to speak, he straightened up abruptly and settled back into his seat with a decisive plop, fixing a frosty glare upon the tea in his cup, which had long since gone cold.

A strained, thin smile touched the corner of Bokkhet’s lips. Although Sabonisfebiel was furious, his mind was still sharp. He knew precisely what demeanor to adopt and when. This attitude, coupled with his previous statement, would undoubtedly create a palpable pressure, making Lucifer Flow deeply uncomfortable.

"Yes, your son is dead," Lucifer Flow nodded, seating herself without ceremony. "I have disciplined my retainer. There will not be a next time."

"Your Highness," Sabonisfebiel said, his face grim. "You cannot possibly mean to suggest we just let this matter rest? I, Sabonisfebiel, have but one son! And one grandson! Both are now dead! Both perished by the hands of your retainers! Look! On the wall outside the gate!"

The surrounding demons followed the direction of Sabonisfebiel’s pointing finger. The corpse of Sabonisjianying was still impaled upon the wall; only yesterday, the blood had flowed, but now it was dry and congealed.

Lucifer Flow looked at the body pinned to the wall and pursed her lips slightly. Gan Jin’s archery seemed to have improved again. The spacing between the demon corpses was uniform. It was merely the ruthlessness of the method that was excessive! Still, he was a warrior of the Zhence Dynasty; such actions against demons were understandable.

If I had the same opportunity in the Zhence Dynasty... A cold sneer involuntarily curled the corner of Lucifer Flow’s lip. I would be more decisive than Gan Jin! Once the City Lord finished sending his message, I would slaughter the City Lord along with him!

Sabonisfebiel found the cold smirk on Lucifer Flow’s face exceptionally grating. How could this Tenth Princess manage a smirk under these circumstances?

"Your Highness, please mind your tone. The demon dead upon that wall was my grandson," Sabonisfebiel emphasized again, his voice heavy with stress. "My only grandson!"

"I understand your pain," Lucifer Flow said, waving a hand dismissively. "Why have you come? What is your demand?"

"We require reparations," Bokkhet addressed Lucifer Flow with utmost politeness. "Your Highness, we, the Mammon Demon Clan, are deeply pained by this incident. The Lucifer Clan and we, the Mammon Demon Clan, are both demon races, indeed, brother tribes bound by friendship. This incident should be treated as an accident. However..."

Bokkhet finished his diplomatic preamble and sharply shifted his tone: "The fact remains that this happened, and it has damaged the honor of the Mammon Demon Clan among the greater demon races. If we let this pass quietly, the other clans will assume the Mammon Clan has lost its demonic honor and strength, and they will descend upon us like wolves. While we do not fear conflict, we wish to avoid any losses."

Lucifer Flow listened with an expression of grave seriousness, nodding slightly as Bokkhet finished. "You... you want compensation, is that it? No problem!"

No problem? Bokkhet wondered if he had misheard. This demoness agreed so readily? How could this be? The Lucifer Clan—what a proud line of demons they were! Sabonisfebiel was equally astonished. How could she agree so immediately? Had he misheard?

Bokkhet set down his teacup and asked again, "Your Highness, what did you just say..."

"I said, compensation? No problem! How do you wish for me to compensate you?"

The hand holding the teacup trembled twice more in Bokkhet's grip. She actually agreed? All the concessions he had prepared to offer Lucifer Flow before coming here were rendered unnecessary; she had agreed outright!

"Kill that half-blood demon who murdered my son and grandson!" Sabonisfebiel roared, his tone impossibly volatile and demanding. "He must be killed!"

"Kill him? That won't do," Lucifer Flow shook her palm. "He is still quite useful to me."

"Why not!" Sabonisfebiel's accumulated fury finally erupted. "He killed my son and grandson..."

Bokkhet watched Lucifer Flow calmly. It seemed this demoness still intended to extract concessions; the previous willingness to agree was merely a calculated maneuver to establish a favorable starting point for the negotiations.

"Your Highness..." Bokkhet said thoughtfully. "If you kill that half-blood demon, we will, in turn, offer you compensation. Any benefits or advantages that half-blood demon might bring you, the Mammon Demon Clan will secretly compensate you for them directly."

"Compensate?" Lucifer Flow let out two cold laughs. "You cannot afford to compensate me."

"Cannot afford it? Impossible!" Sabonisfebiel slammed his staff against the table, his agitation mounting. "What is one half-blood demon? Name your price, and I will endeavor to meet it! If you cannot bear to part with the half-blood demon, our Mammon Tribunal can execute him ourselves, without needing the Princess's involvement."

"Sabonisfebiel! Do you dare!" Lucifer Flow slammed her palm down, shattering the table beside her, icy arrogance freezing across her face. "Are you attempting rebellion? You dare lay hands on my retainer! I said, we can discuss compensation! But this half-blood demon? You cannot afford him!"

"Whether I dare or not, Your Highness will soon find out. That I cannot afford him?" Sabonisfebiel’s smile now held a distinct killing intent. "In a moment, I will show Your Highness with action what it means for me, Sabonis, to be unable to afford something! At worst, I will become your retainer myself!"

Bokster’s eyelids jumped in shock. Sabonisfebiel! An elder of the Mammon Demon Clan! A supreme powerhouse rumored to reach the Legendary Mage realm once his Black Elf bloodline fully awakened—and he was offering to become a retainer to Lucifer Flow? Then, that half-blood demon was utterly insignificant!

Incredible! Bokkhet’s pupils contracted violently. The Princess had clearly been forced into a corner now. Sabonisfebiel—what was his status, what was his power? Even the most outstanding half-blood demon meant nothing compared to Sabonisfebiel.

The gap between them was like that between a giant dragon and an ant.

"You? Become my retainer?" Lucifer Flow calmed instantly, her anger replaced by a cold sneer and derision. "Do you imagine yourself qualified? Compared to my retainer, Jiliu Feijing, a hundred of you might not equal one of his fingers..."

What? Bokkhet once again doubted his hearing. Could it be that the half-blood demon named Jiliu Feijing possessed exceptional sexual prowess, capable of providing immense satisfaction to the Tenth Princess? If this was the area of comparison, then the old man Sabonisfebiel truly couldn't compete with a young half-blood demon.

But... Bokkhet could not comprehend it. How could a half-blood demon, no matter how potent sexually, compare to a powerhouse who had awakened his bloodline and achieved the rank of a Legendary Mage?

"I am no match for that waste of a half-blood demon?" Sabonisfebiel laughed in extreme anger. "I am a Legendary Mage-level expert! There are few in this world whose value equates to mine! He is trash, how can he compare to me?"

"You compare to him?" Lucifer Flow said coldly. "You are trash."

"I am trash?" Sabonisfebiel pointed a finger at his own nose. "You say I am trash when compared to him?"

Lucifer Flow’s expression also grew agitated, as if genuinely pushed to the brink. She roared out loud, "Can you forge Battle Weapons? Can you forge Soul Weapons? Are you a Grandmaster of All Forging Disciplines? Are you a Grandmaster of All Potion Disciplines? Compared to Jiliu Feijing, if you’re not trash, then what are you?"

Silence! The hall, which had been so loud it threatened to lift the roof, suddenly fell utterly quiet. Sabonisfebiel, Bokkhet, and Bokster stared blankly, stunned, unable to process what they had heard, watching Lucifer Flow's face flicker with an expression of sudden, panicked realization of what she had revealed.

Forging Battle Weapons? Demon forgers could achieve that.

Forging Soul Weapons? That...

Grandmaster of All Forging Disciplines? Grandmaster of All Potion Disciplines? That value... that value...

How much? Bokster, a demon proficient in calculations, realized he could not even begin to quantify the worth of such an entity. In short! While a Legendary Mage possessed immeasurable value, in the face of such an existence, merely being a Legendary Mage could not compare.

The demon race had many experts who had condensed their Battle Souls to the pinnacle, yet they could not attain Sainthood... dying only of stifled frustration. The value of Soul Weapons... could not be expressed in currency! Potions... which demon warrior dared claim they never sustained injury? Which demon warrior dared claim their descendants would never be injured in a way that stunted their growth in power?

Most crucially, Bokkhet remembered what his son, Tyler, had said: that half-blood demon was incredibly young! If that was true, he likely still had room for advancement in the future... Beyond Master came Grandmaster... beyond Grandmaster came Artisan! Divine Artisan!