"General Demonkin, you are from the Blue-blood Demon Race, a distinguished clan, yet you are still too young."
"He asked for sixty percent, so let's take sixty percent. Where is the dignity of our old Blue-blood Demon Race if we do that? The items are under the name of our Demon Armor Army. When the time comes, we can just tell Marlo that this one percent is actually forty percent. What can he do to us?"
"A rootless member of the Green Blood Demon Race, even if he gets lucky and becomes light blue-blooded, if he does not show respect, we shall simply make arrangements and kill him."
"The bright red Blood Essence Stones, just given to Marlo like that. What a sin, General Demonkin," said the Horse-head Demonkin sitting on the right, chuckling as he stood up and patted the Ox-head Demonkin's shoulder, earnestly advising him.
Demon Realm, a place where hierarchy is stern, everything is just this cruel.
