Finally, the Jiao Demon King swallowed his pride.
"In the Northern Jambu Continent, I am a Demon King after all, so serving as a City Lord wouldn't be too much to ask for, would it?"
The Jiao Demon King started to seek benefits.
He understood the art of managing people, a stick followed by a carrot.
Now that he was dependent on others, he had already lost face and expended energy, equivalent to having been hit by a stick, so asking for a little sweetness was only reasonable, wasn't it?
"If you're to be a City Lord, can you read? Recognize characters? Can you write?"
Ao Yun's gaze suddenly became piercing.
Write?
Read?
The Jiao Demon King felt as though he had shrunk quite a bit in size.
Though born in the Northern Sea Dragon Palace, his childhood was spent in play and he did not study seriously. Up to this day, he had forgotten most of it and could only communicate with his fists.
"Do you understand statecraft? Know how to manage finances?"
