After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 249 - 124: People Who Don’t Understand Slang Are Confused

Chapter 249: Chapter 124: People Who Don’t Understand Slang Are Confused

"Good afternoon, Lord Elkaras and the Demon King of the Demon Kingdom."

From this point, it seemed clear that the young Pope of the theocratic country didn’t have a deep understanding of the regions controlled by magical creatures... this method of identification was very effective, instantly allowing one to gauge another’s familiarity with the Demon King Territory.

Nonetheless, this didn’t prevent them from respectfully nodding their heads in response.

"I have always heard of Your Excellency and the Demon King... and also of this Witch Demon’s renowned reputation. It just so happens that my subordinates mentioned a reward that you couldn’t refuse, so I thought..."

This youth, who held a scepter and wore a not-so-warm coat, said seriously as he looked at the three below him, "This is a good opportunity to formally establish diplomatic relations with the Demon Country."

When this young pope mentioned ’also this Witch Demon,’ his expression was quite complex. He had no idea why an obscure Witch Demon had been mixed into this, making his complex expression rather amusing, causing Vera to smile.

"As for establishing diplomatic relations, we..."

Satan Ye began but then looked at Yila and closed her mouth. She saw Yila in deep thought, her mind turning, combining it with what Yila had previously said about ’hidden intentions,’ she began to slightly guess at something.

What the Pope just said... had hidden meanings.

First was his mention of ’subordinates,’ clarifying the purpose of bringing Yila here, indicating that even if there was a trap, it had little to do with the Pope himself... it seemed the Pope had indeed figured something out.

Next was his gesture of goodwill with ’establishing diplomatic relations,’ suggesting that in this situation... the Pope wanted to convey that his attitude was friendly. In other words—

’If something goes wrong, don’t kill me.’

Something like that.

"As for establishing diplomatic relations, Her Highness Satan Ye certainly wouldn’t mind. I believe this would be a good thing for both the theocratic country and the Demon King Territory."

Yila spoke very officially on behalf of Satan Ye. He looked at the young Pope, then shifted his tone, "However, regarding this delegation and the reward we can’t refuse, who should we approach to receive it?"

In response to Yila’s inquiry, the Pope smiled. He nodded and said, "Your task this time is to help clear the beast tide near the Flame Demon Sect and the White Wings Sect, as well as to execute their invitation."

The Pope, saying this, seemed to heave a sigh of relief. He gently tapped the ground with his scepter, saying, "It’s truly wonderful that Your Excellency understands."

Satan Ye: Hmm...

Vera: ???

...

"Speaking of which, has this beast tide caused extensive damage to the theocratic country? In our nation, the losses have been quite severe."

Yila seemingly asked unintentionally. He looked at the Pope, asking, "Do we need to depart immediately? If the beast tide has caused significant damage to the Flame Demon Sect and the White Wings Sect, it would be unacceptable for the theocratic country, right?"

In response to Yila’s question, the Pope chuckled lightly. He casually said, "Perhaps? But I don’t think there’s a need to hurry... By the way, I heard a joke about this matter."

Satan Ye: This matter? Is it the beast tide? Or does it have a hidden meaning?

"The rampage of the beasts might have something to do with the manicurist. The beasts might have gone wild because the manicurist didn’t trim their overly long nails in time."

The young Pope said this as he looked at the solemn priests within the chapel, gazing at the light streaming through the stained glass windows. He spoke softly, "Sharp claws might scratch themselves, and overly long nails are hard to control... Timely trimming would be better."

"Even if trimmed too deep causing bleeding, it’s better than letting them grow uncontrollably."

"..."

At this point, even Vera had caught on to the hint. But given her lack of cultural literacy from a nouveau riche background, she could only roll her eyes in effort to understand.

Satan Ye pondered deeply, trying to keep up with Yila and the Pope.

As for Yila, his response to the young Pope was straightforward and direct. "In that case, the manicurist needs to be compensated, right? You can’t just use the trimmed nails as payment."

With these words, the deal was settled...

"Of course, there will be compensation that will surely satisfy the beautician... Please wait a moment. Besides the reward for this mission, I have a personal gift for you as a gesture of our diplomatic relations."

The young Pope whispered to the bishop beside him, who then nodded and walked into a room at the back of the chapel... probably to fetch the reward.

Vera: ...

Satan Ye: ...

Finished, the two had become completely confused. They didn’t understand why the topic switched so quickly. Weren’t they just talking about a nail-trimming joke? How did it suddenly turn into receiving something?

However, they could generally sense that... Yila and the Pope had just reached some kind of agreement.

Satan Ye: Mr. Yila is amazing! I want to learn this in the future!

Vera: Damn, these two seem really sneaky! I hope Satan Ye doesn’t become like this in the future.

...

"Well then, can we put an end to the jokes?"

Yila chuckled lightly, indicating that there would be no more hidden meanings in the following words. With the Pope’s nod, he continued, "Your Holiness, I remember meeting your father once?"

The young Pope immediately nodded, his pure eyes sparkling, and said, "Yes, Father mentioned you to me as well (though he actually didn’t) ... By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet, have I?"

The young Pope followed with the usual polite preamble, pressing his hand to his chest and speaking with an egalitarian tone, "My name is Mille Milyan... the thirteenth Pope of the theocratic country. Yayahi Milyan is my father."

Mille Milyan... the name sounded very much like a woman’s.

Thinking this, Yila discreetly glanced at the Pope’s neck... adorned with a luxurious neck guard, no Adam’s apple was visible. It was likely a boy unless the person had an unremarkable chest.

If less distinct than Satan Ye’s, for a child roughly at a maiden’s age, it would be quite tragic, so the though Pope was probably a boy.

As Yila thought this, the bishop returned, handing a small box to Pope Milyan. The Pope simply accepted it and stepped down from his seat, personally handing it to Yila.

Having seen much of the world, Yila wouldn’t be overly flattered. He simply opened the box for a quick look...

"Pleasure to collaborate, Pope Mille."

"Pleasure to collaborate, Lord Yila."

...

Satan Ye: ???

Vera: What’s in the box? So curious...