"Makoto Ito? Lord Demon King! He's rude."

Mandela, who was shocked by Ito Makoto's name, screamed, and then stared at Ito Makoto's dissatisfied eyes because of the screams, and quickly apologized.

Makoto Ito's name spread from the East District, defeating Bai Yasha's reputation. He destroyed several communities and ransacked hundreds of communities. Mandela, who was the Salamandra, was scared into it.

"If you know my name, you should know that I am no longer the devil. Rest assured, I came here just to have some fun and would not do anything to salamandra. Since you have made an invitation, there must be no seats tomorrow. Okay, say goodbye."

Looking at Mandela's cautious expression, Makoto Ito hugged Athena tightly, feeling Athena's soft body and fresh body fragrance, and said to Mandela indifferently.

"Mr. Ito, then, let me go."

After hearing Makoto Ito's promise, Mandela breathed a sigh of relief and bowed politely.

"This dragon is so inferior, I don't like it very much."

Seeing Mandela leaving, Athena said dissatisfiedly.

The performance of the dragon-seeded Mandela was really not very good, which made Athena, who was a relative of dragons and snakes, very dissatisfied.

"It's OK, Athena, under the pressure of our breath, this auspicious dragon is already good. Well, we're going to receive the second batch of guests."
Chapter completed!