DKIE CH67: Late Night Food

The live stream began, and Luka quickly switched perspectives.

A leaky fortress, still relatively bright lights, and a wrinkled tablecloth formed the background.

The one truly sitting at the dinner table, facing the main camera, was a demon general.

The quill pen had already withdrawn its enslavement. Where the strange, thin threads had once been connected, there were now dense, bloody holes, constantly oozing black blood.

[Is this a captured demon general? After severe torture, did they find out anything?]

Involving the Holy Court, the elf race, which already had a grudge, was the most concerned.

Because there were too many people online, and they were all spamming comments, at the insane peak, there could be tens of thousands of comments per second, causing the Angel Fish community to lag.

The Elf King sat under the Wisdom Tree with his elders. The signal was exceptionally good, so they could enjoy the drama without any trouble.

The Wisdom Tree: …

Just as everyone was curious, Luka suddenly entered the frame, waving both hands in front of him. “Good evening, family.”

Family?

An elf elder watching the live stream said truthfully, “One of his ‘family members’ seems to be completely cold.”

In terms of time of death, Alex would already be showing signs of rigor mortis by now.

In front of the screen, Luka was still speaking, “Tonight’s theme is a food eating broadcast.”

He introduced the food on the table, “I call this the taste of mother.” After speaking, he glanced at the Grand Crown Prince who had been brought back for burial. “I call this the fatherly love formula.”

The audience in front of the screen swallowed hard, not because they were hungry, but out of shock.

What kind of devilish remarks!

But they could be sure that Alex was completely cold.

Luka still sat upright in front of the live stream. “It’s just past midnight now, and it just so happens that a demon general friend of mine needs to sweep away his hunger, so he will be our intern anchor for today.”

“…First, I’d like to thank the X Court for the pre-made dishes. Let’s type ‘Thank you, X Court’ in the comments section.”

[Thank you, Holy Court.]

[Thank you, Holy Court.]

[Thank you, Holy Court.]

[Damn, are the people above not afraid of dying? They’re not even censoring the words they should be.]

[Stop talking nonsense, the neat formation has been broken.]

[…]

As the comments flooded in, the injured demon general was force-fed wine and food.

This disappointed some of the more heavy-taste netizens, such as the beastmen. The demon generals’ favorite thing to do was to skin and debone their prisoners of war. They had originally thought that the tables had turned and that they would finally be able to watch the dismantling of a demon bone live, but it was just force-feeding.

As they shook their heads, an unexpected scene occurred.

The wounds on the demon general’s body were actually healing at a supernaturally fast speed.

Luka seemed not to have noticed this scene and continued his professional commentary in an orderly manner:

“The aroma of the fruit wine and the Life Elixir are intertwined, creating an amazing taste. One sip, and the flavor goes straight to the diner’s head.”

“Look at him now, his whole body is filled with the breath of life.”

“And this roasted chicken, a big meal is not complete without meat. The fragrant, tender, and crispy chicken is so flavorful even to the bone, thanks to the preservation of the Life Elixir.”

After waiting for a whole day for the big reveal, and being told this late at night, many people were actually getting a little hungry.

The focus also shifted to the Holy Court along with Luka’s hint.

Besides the Life Elixir, there was indeed no other healing item this heaven-defying. But why would there be delicacies made with the Life Elixir?

Wasn’t this a reckless waste of a precious thing?

But Luka was playing the role of a riddler. Even though the comments were exploding, he never responded directly to a single word.

And on the demon general’s side, after his wounds had half-healed, his consciousness gradually returned.

Luka smiled and said, “It seems everyone likes my demon general friend very much. In that case, I will now sign an anchor for everyone live!”

Long before his voice fell, a powerful divine sense had already enveloped the demon general.

The latter instinctively struggled desperately, and his wounds split open in the violent movement, but it was completely useless.

Under the absolute difference in strength, a forced contract could be achieved, just as the quill pen had wanted to do in the Land of Exile.

In front of the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream, Luka chanted a spell and brutally performed a master-servant contract.

A drop of heart’s blood flew out from the demon general’s chest, and the demon general was forcefully controlled to cooperate with the blood contract.

[…This is the bloodiest signing I’ve ever seen.]

[I don’t get it. Is this a deliberate slap in the face to Alex’s dead demon? Taking the other’s demon general for his own use.]

[I feel like he’s showing off his strength. To forcefully sign a blood contract, you have to be at least at the tenth-tier level. Wait, is Iliad at the tenth tier?!!!]

Amidst the endless speculation, the blood contract magic rune that was about to form shattered! The blood contract signing had failed.

The comments section fell completely silent.

The inscription and spell of the blood contract were completely fine. How could it fail?

However, during this exceptionally quiet period, Luka acted as if nothing had happened.

“It seems my friend is not very willing to be signed.”

After speaking, he pulled out another demon general and began the second round of the food live stream.

The same steps, the same routine, and then the familiar history repeated itself. The demon general began to recover under the treatment of the food and was forcefully controlled to perform a blood contract.

It was just that this time, before Luka chanted the spell, he smiled and said, “A reminder, you can breathe while watching the live stream.”

The audience, who were holding their breath in anticipation, subconsciously began to breathe. But the next second, the blood contract failed again!

The breathing of all the audience members instantly froze.

Under the Wisdom Tree, the Elf King, not knowing what he had thought of, his beautiful eyes became unprecedentedly cold, and the other elders even stood up directly.

There was only one situation that would cause a blood contract to fail, and that was if the soul was incomplete.

For example, a demon servant could only have one master. If they were forcefully pulled to form a blood contract with another, it would definitely not succeed.

A demon general was the leader of the demon guards. They generally would not offer their souls like a demon servant. How could their souls be incomplete?

It was unknown who first started typing a line in the comments section:

[Is there something wrong with his soul???]

[…Sorry, I was suddenly reminded of the death of the Grand Priest.]

At that time, the trigger was also the Life Elixir. The general public believed that the Holy Court had tampered with the Life Elixir, not that there was a problem with the Life Elixir itself.

Anyway, it was normal for the major clans to conspire against each other.

After the first question appeared, the army of doubters immediately followed.

[Could it be that this is the major event to be announced tonight, and it’s related to the Life Elixir?]

The teaser had made countless netizens brainstorm for an entire afternoon. Now, they could easily diverge into all sorts of conspiracies.

On the other side, Lilian’s employees began to quietly stir up the rhythm, and the comments section began to debate back and forth.

[A cheap frame-up tactic. The demon general is in Iliad’s hands. Perhaps he was forced to form a blood contract with someone else long ago, which is why this is happening.]

[That’s right, the acting is so clumsy.]

[I only have one question. Such heavy injuries definitely can’t be healed with one or two drops of Life Elixir. The annual supply of Life Elixir is not much, so why does the demon clan have so much?!]

The source of the Life Elixir was the key point. This piece of physical evidence was not something that could be obtained just by wanting to frame someone.

[Your Excellency Iliad has a good relationship with the human race. There’s no reason to frame the Holy Court.]

[I heard that the Holy Court left a bottle of Life Elixir for the Elf King as compensation. Are they using that bottle now?]

[Do you think we elves don’t go online? That’s not true.]

[Nonsense, there is! It’s a diluted bottle of Life Elixir.]

[Oh, are you from the Holy Court?]

…

Times were different now. Even though the Holy Court had temporarily won over a portion of the key officials to speak for them in advance, Luka’s supporters were only more, not less. To be more precise, everyone enjoyed watching the drama and didn’t mind a big fuss.

A strange sense of satisfaction from ‘destroying a god’ always lingered in the subconscious.

As the comments section exploded, Luka was still giving a professional introduction, “As long as we don’t overeat, the food will cause less of a burden on us.”

A pun, it seemed to be emphasizing that a quantitative change would lead to a qualitative change.

“The delicacies containing unique energy are fascinating.”

Luka’s tone paused, and his smile gradually disappeared. “Family members who have Life Elixir on hand can contact me. I’ll buy it at the original price, and let’s witness the eating broadcast process together.”

This sentence was the final blow.

Every time the Life Elixir was auctioned, there were quite a few large families that specialized in hoarding it. These people were probably more desperate for an answer than anyone else right now.

“I wonder how many drops it will take to summon a diner with an incomplete soul.”

“Follow me to unlock more exciting moments.”

Just like that short teaser, the live stream ended abruptly. Only the astonished faces were reflected on the terminal screen.

By the time the audience reacted, their hands had already involuntarily clicked ‘follow’.

As expected, the minds of those who had Life Elixir or had previously bought Life Elixir buzzed, and almost all of them were frantically private messaging Luka.

It was at this time that they discovered that Luka’s platform profile had been changed.

The past “Dragon Creature Feather Luka Elf” was gone.

The current nickname was only four words: [Luka’s Review].

The information in the introduction section was also updated to: The number one fake-busting blogger on the entire network (^_^).

…

The first live stream ended perfectly. All that was left on the screen was a new feature that the quill pen had recently researched: replay.

For the Holy Court, this feature could be described as vicious.

Aman was a little scared. She found that Iliad was really reckless.

“There was once an accusation against the Holy Court before, but it was eventually suppressed.”

Luka sneered, “Is speaking ill of someone under your real name the same as doing it anonymously?”

A major feature of the internet era: no matter how good your reputation was in the past, a collapse can happen in an instant.

Those who could afford the Life Elixir were either rich or noble. They wouldn’t talk about toxicity without considering the dosage.

Even a small side effect could have a major impact on a magician’s breakthrough.

Secondly, once the reputation collapsed, the number of young people willing to go to the Holy Court in the future would decrease. And people would become numb to shock. Even if the next evidence proved that there was a problem with the Life Tree, it would not cause too much of a sensation.

Before and after the live stream, the demon soldiers surrounding the fortress had smoothly completed a round of handover. With Alex dead, most of them chose to surrender.

Alicia sat on her war beast, not dismounting, and looked at Luka through the hole in the castle.

“If you ever run into trouble, you can come to me,” Luka waved with a smile. “Offer your loyalty in exchange for survival.”

Alicia’s face darkened, and she led her troops away.

After confirming that the other party had left, Luka’s smile disappeared. He turned back to Aman and said, “I will greet the Elf King. In the future, you will be the primary distributor of terminals in the Demon Domain. You will represent me in negotiations with the Red Banyan City Lord.”

They had to act first and strike the demon before Prince Nordin went crazy.

Aman: “Then you…”

Luka interrupted, “I have other business to attend to.”

…

Luka really did have business to attend to. He prepared to run away that very night.

The quill pen gave the same advice as when they came: “Fly.”

The beast carriage was too slow.

A few minutes later, both sides took to the sky one after another.

Relying on magic, the quill pen floated effortlessly in mid-air.

They were flying in the direction of the Klin Sentry Tower. Luka had previously made an appointment with several vice presidents of the First Magic Academy to cooperate on an exchange student program in the future. A team was coming to inspect the environment soon, so it was a good time to go and take a look.

Traveling under the starlight, Luka would glance at the terminal from time to time.

The live stream was over, but the network was still lagging.

“The Life Tree is not good enough,” he sneered inwardly.

If he could ensure that a competing terminal product would be produced, the Holy Court’s actions would definitely be much bigger than they were now.

Luka no longer looked at the terminal. He flew and thought about other things, his expression gradually becoming cold.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

Luka turned his head in surprise.

It was the first time he had heard the quill pen sing. It was surprisingly pleasant.

The quill pen only hummed a melody, which was the “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” that Luka had hummed in the elf clan. After a while, it asked, “Are you in a better mood now?”

Luka didn’t react for a moment. “Huh?”

The quill pen looked at him. “You’re clearing your head.”

When he was in a bad mood, he would run to a high place to clear his head.

Only then did Luka realize that he had accidentally flown higher and higher. He was supposed to be flying horizontally, but it had turned into flying vertically.

He couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “So you were trying to cheer me up just now?”

No wonder it sang for the first time in a hundred years.

The quill pen hummed a vague response.

Luka didn’t explain that it had nothing to do with his mood. He was just puzzled. He was curious why his magic formation was different from that of an ordinary person when he broke through.

“There’s a line you hummed incorrectly.”

The night was fading, and the stars in the sky hung low. Luka flapped his wings and taught him to sing it again.

Looking down at the ground from a high altitude, everything was a miniature.

The Klin Sentry Tower in his memory was always filled with yellow sand, and the air was choking. However, this time, during his descent, Luka could see several roads connecting outwards. The new city gate was entirely forged from giant stones, and there were two huge demon beast stone statues standing on the outer wall, their ferocious and ghostly faces perfectly fitting the aesthetic of the demon race.

A birdman was still very conspicuous in the sky.

Before Luka landed, he had already been discovered. What greeted him was the enthusiastic cheers of the entire city.

“Your Highness Iliad!”

“It’s His Highness Iliad!!”

The demon people of the Klin Sentry Tower were rebellious, but in a way, their customs were simple and honest. As soon as Luka entered the city, he was greeted with a warm welcome.

Small colorful flags were inserted everywhere on the road. The captain of the guards of the Klin Sentry Tower personally came to see Luka and said with great emotion, “I never thought that the Klin Sentry Tower would have today.”

The construction of the inner city area was not yet complete, but the entire city was already showing a thriving state.

Luka looked around.

Knowing what he was looking for, the captain of the guards said, “The teleportation array with the neighboring city-states has been built. The dragon race went to inspect the formation and should be back soon.”

Just as he was speaking, the entire sky darkened.

Several long bodies that blotted out the sun appeared in mid-air. The blood-red eyes clearly imprinted everything in the sky. It was Denton and Isa, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time.

The last time they met was when they were filming together. Luka waved vigorously. “Family!”

The giant dragons, like a rushing sea wave, landed and transformed into human form. After Isa landed, she suddenly realized and said, “When you shouted ‘family’ in the live stream, you were actually shouting to us. You knew we were watching the live stream, right?”

As she spoke, she tsked twice. “It is said that the prototype of my fake son is already dead.”

Avoiding this topic, Luka took out the birthday gift. “Have some candy, sweeten it up, and consider it a memorial.”

His curious gaze fell more on Denton.

Denton was old and usually liked to stay at home on the island. Why did he also come out?

Denton said helplessly, “It’s all because you and Rio and the others negotiated and created a bunch of safe zones, starting things without finishing them. I can only come and help out.”

Although he said that, his eyes were still filled with doting affection for the younger generation.

Luka smiled and scratched his head, expressing his gratitude and once again emphasizing his love for the birthday gift given by the dragon race.

Denton was used to recognizing people by their aura, but Isa looked at the quill pen. “Huh, why has the other fake son also changed his appearance?”

The last time they filmed together, his features were not so mature, and his hair had grown a lot.

Luka: “He just went to the elf clan to get some plastic surgery, just a little touch-up, not much.”

The quill pen: “…”

His serious look made the two dragons laugh.

Luka walked on the road with the long-lost dragon race, visiting the changes in the Klin Sentry Tower along the way. On the way, he asked about the construction of the school.

The captain of the guards: “There are about ten schools that have been built so far.”

Luka: “Speed it up. The First Magic Academy is coming for an inspection in two days. After that, we will successively carry out mutual study activities.”

The captain of the guards had naturally heard of the great name of the First Magic Academy and reflexively picked on the human race. “Those students who have been carefully nurtured, what do they know about fighting?”

Luka said lightly, “So I’m asking you to learn from each other’s strengths and weaknesses.”

The superposition of wisdom and strength is the shortcut to progress.

The captain of the guards didn’t argue anymore and habitually obeyed the order. “Alright, I will do a good job of ideologically mobilizing the demons below.”

After visiting everything, Luka handed over the subsequent development funds to Denton and the others, and then went to the sentry tower to comfort the soldiers first.

Isa looked at the card in her hand and said excitedly, “This is the first time I’ve received money from a child.”

This feeling was so magical.

She finally understood Rio’s happiness.

Money was just a number in the eyes of the dragon race. For example, during the serialization of the second part of “The Beloved Three and a Half Years Old,” they could give rewards like flowing water.

But now, this was another kind of feeling.

Denton was also liking Luka more and more. He said, “When I die, I will leave my inheritance to him.”

Isa: “Me too.”

The captain of the guards: “…”

At this moment, Luka had already arrived at the sentry tower and was distributing subsidies to the soldiers. If he had heard the conversation of the dragon race, he would definitely have fallen into a brief silence.

According to their lifespan, the possibility of a black-haired dragon sending off a white-haired one was relatively high.

A day quickly came to an end amidst the busyness.

In the evening, in the sentry tower, in the accommodation area.

The lights were not lit in the room. Luka stared at the magic formation under his feet and talked about how his star core was not a star, but a sun.

The poor rely on mutation. Will he eventually be great?

Luka entertained himself.

The quill pen attributed it to the dual effect of the atavistic body and the contract with the Sage’s Sword. “Is there any discomfort?”

“No, on the contrary, I feel even more full of life.”

It was not a problem for a tenth-tier magician to live to be five hundred years old, but he felt that he could borrow another two hundred years from the heavens.

“That’s a good thing.”

The quill pen gave him a careful check-up and confirmed that there were no problems.

Not a second was wasted. After putting his mind at ease, Luka immediately consolidated his realm and summarized his battle experience with Alex.

The quill pen, on the other hand, quietly updated the community’s magic framework, trying to add more effective functions.

In the latter half of the night, the quill pen suddenly had a feeling. It looked up and saw that Luka had stopped cultivating at some point and was looking out the window in thought.

“The Holy Court.” Because they had talked about the topic of life before, Luka temporarily thought of the Life Tree again.

“The Holy Court suffered a great loss this time, but I’m still not reconciled. Do you know why?”

The quill pen: “Because you only counterattacked, you didn’t retaliate.”

“Exactly!” Luka sat up straight.

His “give and take” here meant that if someone came at him once, he would slap them back twice.

Now he was still short one slap.

His hands were itching.

Unfortunately, there were many things to be busy with next. The education problems between the various fiefdoms needed to be solved, and he also had to develop the economy of other barren fiefdoms. On the other hand, it was time to do regional promotion, and at the same time, he had to serialize the second part of “The Beloved Three and a Half Years Old” daily, so much so that he didn’t even have time to film the second part of “The True and False Young Master.”

Luka lowered his head and wrote down all the things, trying to find a connection in between.

A rule of life: when you can’t finish everything, just pile them up and do them together.

Time passed exceptionally fast when he was deep in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, connecting the recent events, an idea came to him. He felt that there was a way to kill several birds with one stone. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw that the quill pen was actually uploading a new framework.

Luka leaned over curiously.

The quill pen: “Weren’t you going to add a picture adding function?”

Luka’s eyes lit up. Was the long-awaited emoji function finally coming!

Interest is the best catalyst for work.

It was not until two days later when the exchange and inspection team officially arrived that Luka stopped designing various types of emoji packs and went to receive them with his demons.

The team was led by Dylan. The exchange team consisted of three professors, eight elite teachers, and twenty students. The accompanying teachers were a little unaccustomed to the neat and clean streets. The Klin Sentry Tower was notoriously poor.

“Welcome to the Klin Sentry Tower,” Luka said with a smile.

No one in the exchange team responded.

The emotions of the young students were written on their faces, with a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Although the situation was better than expected, compared to the First Magic Academy with its strong educational resources, who would want to run to this demon domain to study.

In addition, the teachers’ reactions were also very flat. However, out of respect for Dylan, the vice president, they kept a straight face and showed their resistance.

“A barbaric land,” a student said with disdain.

“You!” The captain of the guards’ expression immediately turned cold.

Neither of the leaders on either side cared about this verbal dispute.

Dylan’s actions when he saw Luka were always very regular. He extended his black-robed wide sleeve. “Sign.”

Luka skillfully gave his signature.

After getting the signature again, Dylan asked with satisfaction, “How do we exchange?”

Luka said bluntly, “Have a fight. Teachers fight teachers, and students fight students.”

Dylan: “Good.”

Luka and Dylan turned around at the same time and waved their hands. “Go.”

“…”

The demon clan and the exchange mission, who were still arguing, were stunned.

Excerpt from Luka’s diary:
Persuading them to make peace? That’s impossible.
A fight will make them behave [smile][flapping wings][adding fuel to the fire].
…
A bountiful chapter, washing away the stage name of the gorgeous dog!
The Holy Court’s boycott is just to delay the expansion of the audience, ha, to buy time to create a substitute for themselves. But obviously, the terminal is not something he can imitate just because he wants to~

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