After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 250 - 125 Satan Yeっ(>Д<)っ

Chapter 250: Chapter 125 Satan Yeっ(>Д<)っ

Since they had received their payment and figured out that their enemies were the Flame Demon Sect and the White Wings Sect, even getting the Pope’s directive to "take care of them thoroughly," the next steps were simple.

The three of them walked along the road, and the surrounding scenery made Satan Ye and Vera click their tongues in amazement. How to describe the architectural style of the theocratic country? The first impression was naturally "glass." On the side of the bishop’s council, glass, which was not cheap, was used on a large scale.

This created buildings with very low structural integrity, adorned with glass windows. To those who had never seen it before, they would naturally find it very beautiful and amazing.

However, Yila did not care at all. *If he were to showcase the world in his memory, filled with neon lights and screens, colorful lights and aerial traffic, giant structures and countless skyscrapers, it would be truly breathtaking.*

*But at present, no one could see that kind of scenery, and no one had the qualifications or strength to force him to reveal such a mental world... In the early days when Yila became the governor, Favignano had a chance.*

But after that, none did.

"Colorful glass is really beautiful... Even the cups and bowls are made of glass."

Vera rubbed her chin in amazement, while Satan Ye nodded in agreement... This wouldn’t do, they seemed to be getting too obsessed with glass.

Should he bring up the glass factory sooner? If the Demon King Territory could enter the glass era sooner, maybe Satan Ye wouldn’t find everything so surprising.

*Otherwise, when others send some glass cups, Satan Ye would be so delighted that she couldn’t find her bearings.*

Thinking this, Yila explained aloud, "Yes, the theocratic country has a well-developed glass industry, but such styles are seen more often around the bishop’s council. In other places... glass is usually only used for water cups, windows, potion bottles, and the like."

Speaking of glass products, Satan Ye thought of the gift in that box earlier... She vaguely saw a reflection of glass. What was inside? Was it a beautiful piece of art?

"Mr. Yila, what’s in that box?"

Satan Ye asked, and Vera waited curiously for Yila’s answer. It was not something that couldn’t be mentioned. Yila simply opened the box, revealing a tiny glass bottle inside.

Inside, it seemed like there was a drop of something colorful flowing...

Then Yila immediately closed the box.

"..."

Almost instantly, Vera’s eyes widened, and she looked incredibly surprised, saying, "Holy crap? I never thought I’d see this on the Main Plane... If I weren’t already a witch demon, I might spend a fortune to buy a drop."

That made sense, considering Vera’s unwillingness to perish and her pursuit of beauty... She would probably spend everything she had to buy it?

"Huh? What, what?"

Satan Ye asked, feeling like they were talking about something she didn’t understand.

In response, Vera simply pointed at the box in Yila’s hand, placing her hand on Satan Ye’s head, and said, "That’s Heavenly Spring Water, also known as Holy Seven-colored Dew. It’s something delicious."

Delicious?

Satan Ye blinked in confusion.

"Actually, I’ve heard it tastes pretty bad, having an overwhelmingly righteous flavor that can make people nauseous... though I’m not sure what it specifically tastes like,"

Yila said, shaking his head, walking while opening the box again. "Its specific effect is to extend a person’s life... indefinitely."

Seeing the shocked expression on Satan Ye’s face, he continued, "Whether a professional or a commoner, anyone who drinks it will gain a life so long that it’s virtually infinite... As a gift, it’s indeed the highest level of preciousness."

While affirming the Pope’s sincerity with these words, Yila gently placed the small bottle in Satan Ye’s hand, saying, "Drink it; eternal life is necessary."

In Yila’s plans, an eternal nation naturally needed an eternal emperor to stabilize it. Whether it be the Eternal Federation or fantasy works, both had proven this point.

"..."

Satan Ye opened her mouth. She looked at the small glass bottle in her hand, the liquid inside shimmering in the sunlight, and hesitated, saying, "I think the Crimson Demon Dragon’s lifespan isn’t short, right..."

Satan Ye had no reason to refuse "eternal life," given that most of her subordinates were virtually immortal. It would be quite funny for her, the king, to die of old age thousands of years before them.

Usually, there weren’t many professionals in this world who died of old age.

(Yose: What are you looking at? I died from love; this was a death from love, not simple old age, understand?)

The reason for her conflicted expression now was that Satan Ye felt the spring water was too precious, and it seemed wasteful to drink it herself... How should she put it, it was a bit of a commoner’s mindset?

It was like in a game where the max level was one hundred, and you had a potion that could instantly level a character to one hundred. Do you use it on a level fifty main character? Or give it to a level one character?

*This was about the same kind of mentality (if such a potion existed, the game would probably be terrible anyway).*

"Um, Mr. Yila, aren’t you giving this to Isabella?"

Satan Ye hesitated, asking. Hearing her words, Vera couldn’t help but laugh, showing a "you can’t be serious?" expression, "Pfft! No way... We just fought a war with the Empire recently, right?"

And now it feels like you’re besties? Have you even met her?

"She doesn’t need it; she will find her own path."

Saying this simply, Yila shrugged, then added, "If she needs it, if she asks me, then I will go to Heaven and fetch some for her... The same goes for you, and keeping this resource for too long might invite trouble."

Would it possibly be stolen? If so...

Thinking this, Satan Ye nodded, agreeing it was justified. She then carefully opened the glass bottle’s wooden stopper, tilted her head, and cautiously sipped. Given the drop’s small volume, it was almost unnoticeable that she drank it.

It was about the same as just wetting her mouth... that kind of feeling.

"Ugh, eugh!!"

The painful expression on Satan Ye’s face proved that the Holy Seven-colored Dew indeed tasted terrible, extremely, extremely terrible.

"Ah, ah, ah!!"

Satan Ye, hopping around as if the ground was scorching hot, made it apparent... *which was kind of cute.*