The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Oh! Lord Demon King, you have great taste! That's insect glue extracted from the secretions of the Purple Moon insects. After refining, even a kilogram of Purple Moon insect larvae only yields this small amount!"

She was about to say more, but Helen, sitting beside her, pulled her sleeve and stopped her with a look.

Sherry looked at her sister in confusion, not understanding why she was being stopped.

However, it was already too late.

If Helen had stopped her earlier, Luo Yan might have pretended not to know and finished eating the food in his hands.

But now, he could only silently put down his bowl.

"..."

Terrell, seated nearby, was even more embarrassed than Luo Yan, and hurriedly ordered the kitchen to prepare and bring out a plate of roasted ribs.

The Gray Wind Tribe actually had ingredients like pork, lamb, and beef, mainly purchased from the nearby Mist Town, where the prices weren't too high.

However, Terrell always felt that using such mundane ingredients to host the Demon King would seem insincere. Besides, the tribe's chefs had only recently started experimenting with those ingredients and had not yet mastered the cooking techniques. No one was confident in turning them into something uniquely outstanding.

But judging by Lord Demon King's reaction, it seemed they might have gone a bit overboard...

...

The banquet finally drew to a close.

Everyone except the Demon King had eaten their fill.

Faced with Terrell's enthusiastic offer to stay the night, Luo Yan gave it serious thought but ultimately declined politely. Then, amidst the farewell of the hospitable Dark Night Elves, he left the tranquil little town nestled deep within the jungle.

Although Luo Yan insisted he could return alone, Helen and Sherry used their roles as his guards as an excuse to insist on escorting him back to the palace on the first floor of the Maze.

On the journey back, Luo Yan reminisced about the events of the banquet and couldn't help but sigh.

"The days you endured before I arrived… must have been tough for you."

He said this from the perspective of Demon City.

Sherry tilted her head, puzzled as to why Lord Demon King would say such a thing.

Helen, on the other hand, understood the hidden meaning behind his words and couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"...I deeply apologize. It's entirely our fault for failing to understand your preferences in advance and presumptuously preparing those dishes."

Luo Yan originally intended to express his care in a joking tone, but to his surprise, Helen took it seriously. He quickly switched to a reassuring tone.

"Please don't say that. It's not your fault—it's just that my tastes are rather particular."

In Hell, insects were, in fact, a primary source of protein for most demons and low-level demons. Only a few had the luxury of regularly feasting on Minotaur Beef.

The Dark Night Elves had already offered what they considered their finest delicacies. If he were too petty, it would make him seem small-minded.

Besides, apart from the dishes with high insect content, the fruits and roasted meat were quite decent.

Their homemade fruit wine was also exceptionally fragrant and could even qualify as a specialty of the Great Graveyard.

He requested some of it from Terrell and stored it in his storage ring.

The next time he returned to Demon City, he could share it with his friends there.

"But..." Helen still felt uneasy and wanted to make amends, though she didn't know how.

Unlike her sister, who had a considerable sense of pride, Sherry had no such emotional burden. Instead, she sided with Luo Yan and started speaking on his behalf.

"To be honest, I don't think the tribe's food tastes good either—it's sticky and bland. Roasted meat is so much better! Lamb chops grilled with spices are absolutely divine! Oh, and not just roasted meat! When I visited Mist Town earlier, I saw a type of food that looked like snow, and it tasted sweet—so fragrant!"

She started counting on her fingers as she enthusiastically listed the delicious foods she'd encountered in the Great Graveyard.

Luo Yan watched Sherry ramble on endlessly and softly cleared his throat. Using an authoritative tone, he interrupted her.

"Alright, that's enough. Some things are simply a matter of taste and don't reflect whether they're good or bad."

Although it felt somewhat deceptive, he attempted to salvage the reputation of Gray Wind Tribe's cuisine.

After all, someone genuinely cared about this issue.

If she kept speaking so bluntly, he felt Helen might wish for a hole in the ground to hide in.

Sherry, who was enthusiastically mid-sentence, abruptly got cut off, puffing up her cheeks in indignation.

She didn't dare contradict the Demon King but couldn't help muttering under her breath.

"I was just speaking the truth! Our tribe really doesn't have much..."

Luo Yan firmly replied.

"Even if it's the truth, don't say it."

He felt that if she continued, Helen might actually start crying...

...

After returning from the Gray Wind Tribe, Luo Yan entrusted Mi Xi, stationed in the Great Graveyard, to deliver several bottles of the wine he'd acquired from Terrell to the Queen Qianqian of the Land of Nightmare. Then, he took some time to attend to the accumulated official duties.

For instance, the battle reports sent from the Outpost Fortress on Kao Planet.

The frontline Commander Sano Black Hand mentioned in the report that Chaos's army had intensified their siege of the Outpost Fortress over the past few days—just yesterday, there had been three separate battles in a single day.

Although all three battles concluded in victories for the Great Graveyard, the defenders had also suffered considerable losses.

The Kao forces had absolutely no fear of death and even perceived it as a twisted form of glory. In every encounter, they charged suicidally into the barrages of the Magic Crystal Cannons, completely disregarding casualties.