Chapter 167

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Chapter 167: Is It My Illusion?

Lin Lin, a human accountant and light-type wizard, sometimes feels that the Dark Camp is doomed.

It’s not an exaggeration; it’s a heartfelt belief that this group has come this far. From a certain point of view, it might also show the incompetence of the Light Camp, making them a so-called "equal opponent."

According to Bulwo, they are now searching for a new Demon King.

Lin Lin always thought that when the Demon King was born, all the villain factions would know who they were, but it seems it’s not that magical.

"Actually, it should usually be like this," the young orca said, stroking his chin.

He lay in the rocking chair, comfortably swaying, while Bulwo seemed to really enjoy the feeling of not touching the ground.

Unlike those orca brothers who are trapped by water sources, who can only reach the demon realm when it rains, Bulwo can move freely even in a desert-like border.

"Normally, the Demon King carries a very special aura, and the demon race can use his strength and this special feeling to confirm that he is the Demon King."

"Since it’s an ‘aura,’ can it be hidden or disguised?" Lin Lin interrupted.

"Of course," Bulwo nodded in agreement, "So the easiest way to recognize the Demon King is still his own strength."

"I’m not strong," Lin Lin pouted, remembering how Bulwo kept insisting she should be the Demon King, even though she didn’t agree.

The position of Demon King is like the head of a company; it looks prestigious, but when something uncontrollable happens, everything falls on that poor person.

"Anyway, there’s no suitable candidate, so it doesn’t matter if you give it a try," Bulwo shrugged. "Do you want to go to the treasure vault and get some good things? Or maybe catch some handsome male humans?"

Treasure vault?

Lin Lin blinked and her frustrated expression faded. She was curious about how much money was actually in the Demon King Castle’s treasure vault before the young lamb managed it.

"Can I go see the treasure vault?" Lin Lin asked, feeling a bit excited.

"No problem," Bulwo casually placed his arm on Lin Lin’s shoulder. When Lin Lin moved away, he did not feel awkward, as if nothing had happened. "Anyway, I’m not the only one who chose you to be the Demon King. With the agreement of the two officials at Demon King Castle, you hold all the rights of the Demon King!"

Hmm?

Lin Lin tilted her head. This time, Bulwo successfully placed his arm around her again, but Lin Lin did not pay attention to his actions.

Bulwo said the two officials agreed for her to be the Demon King, but isn’t the other official just Safir?

"Does Safir also think I can be the Demon King?" Lin Lin found it hard to believe just by listening.

"Oh? Did he tell you his name?" Bulwo looked quite happy about the closeness between them. "Going to the Brass Dragon’s lair was Safir’s idea because he sensed a power similar to the Demon King, but it seems he was mistaken?"

As a race without magic, Bulwo did not really understand these strange things.

Lin Lin reached up and touched the demon race mark on her neck.

He was not mistaken; Safir made a very correct judgment. She indeed carried the aura of the Demon King.

The true Demon King is still that little sheep.

This is not Lin Lin’s first time traveling through time. She has figured out the pattern: if the time before her travels is called the main world, the new space-time she travels to is more like a new parallel time. After a while, Lin Lin will automatically return to the main world, and her companions in the main world will not share the memories from the parallel time.

But even in parallel time, things will slowly develop in a way that moves closer to the main world.

Lin Lin believes that the Demon King is still somewhere in the demon realm; it’s just that Safir hasn’t noticed.

What matters more than where the Demon King is, is the condition of the treasury.

Lin Lin followed Bulwo toward the direction of the treasury.

Although the two of them were walking together, Lin Lin’s body had already instinctively reacted to when to turn and when to avoid some traps.

When Lin Lin naturally turned again, Bulwo showed a puzzled expression, "Is it just my impression? You seem to know this path better than I do."

It’s not just your impression. If you didn’t have the key, I could check the treasury myself. Lin Lin silently answered in her heart.

Luckily, Bulwo was mostly in a lazy state of mind. Although he had doubts, he decisively tossed those doubts aside and opened the treasure vault door for Lin Lin.

Now it is much clearer how much money the Demon King had in his treasure vault two hundred years ago, and just how much he wasted.

Since many parts were just estimates before, Lin Lin had always felt uncertain.

After all, it was such a large vault, and with only a thin layer of gold coins left, it felt quite sad to look at.

As Bulwo inserted the key into the door lock on the stone pillar beside the door, he turned back to Lin Lin, who stood in the center in front of the door, "Are you sure you want to stand there? Won’t it be a bit inconvenient?"

"I’m fine standing here, how could it be inconvenient?" Lin Lin replied, puzzled.

Then, the vault door opened with a trembling sound.

When the door swung open, Lin Lin looked up, and gold coins that touched the ceiling came pouring out like a waterfall, completely drowning Lin Lin in a sea of gold.

Lin Lin didn’t even have time to speak before being submerged in the coins.

"I already said it’s not convenient to stand there," Bulwo crossed his arms and jumped into the pool of gold like a diver, pulling Lin Lin up from the bottom.

Lin Lin gasped for air.

She had never fought such a wealthy battle before; she didn’t want to think about returning two hundred years later. She wanted to settle down here; with so much money, it warmed her heart.

Lin Lin had always thought she had dignity when facing money, but now she realized it was just that she didn’t have enough.

She wanted to manage money in this world.

"You have a look on your face that’s a bit similar to when Dragon race sees gold," Bulwo hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to speak.

"What are you doing?" a cold voice came from the side.

Lin Lin immediately straightened her back.

It was Safir! Safir must not think they were going to steal money!

Lin Lin immediately put on a determined expression to prepare for the Sapphire Dragon’s questions.

Lin Lin turned her head and saw Safir shoveling a pile of gold coins with a golden basin.

The scene looked very familiar; it was as if both two hundred years ago and two hundred years later, the Sapphire Dragon’s expression when taking items from the treasury had not changed at all.

The attitude was quite natural and confident. Demon King Castle, a treasury that felt like home.

Bulwo voiced the question in Lin Lin’s mind, "Safir, what are you going to do with this?"

"Oh," the young dragon replied with an indifferent expression as he looked at Bulwo. His single earring swayed gently before he turned his gaze to Lin Lin, watching the human woman’s slightly confused expression.

He seemed somewhat displeased with Lin Lin’s weakness; being buried in gold coins felt overly ridiculous, like being tripped by weeds.

"Demon King Castle needs some furniture," Safir said. "We need to set this up quickly."

He was really doing serious work, and Lin Lin felt ashamed of her own stereotypes.

"That gold coin seems a bit too much," Bulwo judged.

Safir, "The furniture in my room is made of Jiajialai rosewood."

Lin Lin: …some stereotypes should be etched into their souls.