The butcher's room didn't look like a normal elf at all, and he was more like an orc in this regard - he liked to use the skulls of his killed enemies as a collection.

Yes, most of the walls of the butcher's room were skulls of powerful opponents he thought were worthy of collecting.

Although the butcher likes the feeling of pinching the enemy's head with his hands, and is even a little addicted, once he encounters an opponent who is truly worth fighting, he will try his best not to hurt the opponent's head, because only in this way can he collect the most perfect skull!

This is a proof of one's own merits!

Whenever the time comes, the butcher always takes out tools to take good care of these collections, just like the collectors on earth treat their collections.

Since being arranged to guard the Elf King's gang in this castle, the butcher has always had a lot of spare time, just like now.

"Dong, dun, dun."

Hearing the knock on the door, the butcher put down the polished skull and sandpaper in his hand and said, "Come in."

The maid who pushed the door open was responsible for delivering meals to the Elf King.

"Sir, this is the pseudo-king's supper today."

The butcher nodded, skillfully took out a small wooden bottle containing poison from his arms, pulled out the lid and poured a tablespoon of powder into the porridge, then stirred it, repeating the instructions that he had to say once every time.

"Okay, this is the weight today. Remember, you have to watch that guy finish eating all the porridge before he can come out!"

"I understand, sir." After saying that, the maid hesitated for a moment and spoke again, "Sir, I need to inform you about something."

The butcher who had picked up the skull and sandpaper again and planned to continue polishing his collection did not raise his head and said carelessly:

"Tell me."

"Sir, the medicine you added to the pseudo-king porridge doesn't seem to work. Although he is much weaker, he is in good spirits and has no sign of exhaustion. I am worried that if you continue like this, you may not be able to complete the task within the time required by His Majesty."

The butcher stopped the work, thought for a moment and asked, "Are you sure? He really didn't suffer much influence?"

"Yes, I won't die in the last two months at least."

"This is troublesome..." the butcher thought for a while, "Since that guy has become weak, it means the medicine is taking effect. I'm afraid he is too resistant to the plague. Really, I didn't expect that the waste family has some strengths.

So, go to other prisoners tomorrow to collect some pus and add it to the meal. Since that guy must die from the plague, then let's give him the plague."

"Yes, I get it."

After saying that, the maid took the plate and stepped out.

When he arrived at the heavy gate where the elf king Carlosso was imprisoned, the guard opened the door lock and the maid pushed the door open and entered.

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner."

The elf king Carlosso looked at the maid coldly: "It's the kind of medicine that has been put on the medicine again? Those who can't kill me! I think you'd better be a little bit better and just give me a knife. In this way, everyone will know who Neilsa is at the funeral!"

The maid sneered and handed the poisoned porridge to Carlosso: "Since your Majesty says you want to die from the plague, then you must die from the plague!

From tomorrow, you will add more to your porridge, you know what it will be."

What else can it be? Everyone says that they will die of the plague. Can you add a piece of meat to him?

Carlosso stared at the maid and said angrily: "Of course I know what will be added to it, but before I drink it, I will tear off your mask and pour some for you. You should taste what the porridge you brought you!"

The maid laughed indifferently: "Since you have not had enough time, I might as well remind you one thing-Your Majesty will always leave a way out before fighting!

Without the antidote, how could Your Majesty use the plague that could backfire yourself as a weapon? In fact, those who can watch over you in this castle are His Majesty’s most loyal servants. Several companions who were unfortunately infected with the plague have received the medicine given by His Majesty, so even if you pour the porridge into me, it will be useless."

Carlosso was stunned at first, then became furious: "That damn conspirator has medicine! He actually ignored the safety of all the elves for his conspiracy!? Don't he know how many elves will die innocently if they do this!?"

The maid smiled indifferently: "If you care so much about them, why don't you die quickly? As long as you die, Your Majesty can take out the antidote with peace of mind, and the plague clouds that cover the Moon God Island will be dispersed!

Think about it, as long as you can die one day earlier, hundreds or thousands of elves will be saved. Isn’t this the final contribution you made to the elves?”

"You bastard!"

At this moment, a few strange insects suddenly came from the foot of the bed. The maid with fast eyes and fast feet immediately stepped on the insects.

Feeling the strange touch of the soles of his feet, the maid possessed her and looked carefully at the monster worm that had just been trampled to death by him. There was no trace of liquid except for all kinds of strange fragments!

This is obviously not a bug in nature.

I reached out and picked up a piece of debris. It was the shell of the insect, a shell made of metal, which was very light but extremely strong.

There are things in the insect's body that cannot be understood, such as metal but not metal, but not wood or ceramic.

"What the hell is this weird thing?"

Suddenly, the maid's face changed drastically, and she realized a problem--it didn't matter what the weird bug was, what was important was that the place where it appeared was the room of the fake king Carlosso!

Just as the maid was focusing all her attention on the bug's corpse, she did not notice that the elf king Carlosso was standing behind him quietly.

"You discovered it."

"Varied……"

Hearing Carloso's cold voice, the maid quickly stood up and turned around, but her neck was twisted and she looked at Carloso's empty hands with no eyes closed. Until she died, she still didn't understand where the demon-sealing ring on his hand was going.

In fact, after contacting Carlosso, the base sent several waves of mechanical insects, and the miniature cutter demon-sealing ring transported by these mechanical insects had long been removed!

"It's so unforgettable!"
Chapter completed!