"So poor?" Fang Zhou raised an eyebrow, a look of disdain on his face. Isn't this Six-armed Snake Demon always claiming to be a noble of the Abyssal Demons? Is this what's called a Demon Lord? Or is it the kind of destitute noble with nothing left to its name? That's the only explanation for why it would appear here. After all, anyone with a bit of sense would know that sneaking into the human world this time was a suicide mission. This is humanity's main stronghold. Even if they successfully assassinated a few of the human race's genius Professionals, they wouldn't escape alive under the furious pursuit of a human siege.
Fang Zhou shook his head, not dwelling on the issue. In any case, for an Undead Mage like him, skilled in creating Artificial Undead, the greatest wealth would always be the corpses of his enemies.
