The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The guards on Queen Street can't handle these small matters; they were originally managed by the Brotherhood people, but now they don't dare to step forward and can only let the chaos continue.

Jack remained silent for a long time upon hearing this, then sighed and said.

"Losing so much money, let them blow off some steam."

Anyway, it won't cost much to renovate the store; at worst, he'll foot the bill in the end.

After pausing for a moment, Jack continued speaking.

"The price of 1 Gold Coin is basically the bottom, it can't go any lower. You first place a buy order for a million shares for me. If big players dump their stocks on us, then place another buy order for a million shares."

The man standing in front of Jack hesitated slightly, then said.

"But... don't we have no money?"

"Don't worry about the money," Jack said calmly, gazing at the tea shop surrounded by the crowd, "the Andes Family's bank will lend us the money."

...

Panic spread on the streets of Thunder City's Queen's District, and the atmosphere was equally gloomy within Ges Baron's estate.

Princess Erin's Personal Guard returned without success, failing not only to rescue the Baron but also losing Mr. Colin.

The continuous bad news made Baroness Marina cry inconsolably, and her three children were also grief-stricken, unable to accept this heavy reality.

But bad news was not all.

After returning from the southern part of Silver Pine Forest, Erin Campbell suddenly fell ill on her bed with a persistent high fever.

Theresa knew well that it was a side effect of using the Light of Praise.

Although calling upon the ancestor's descent can greatly amplify the user's power, breaking through their own limits, this borrowed strength ultimately comes at a cost...

"Theresa..."

A weak voice floated from the bed, interrupting Theresa's thoughts.

Seeing Erin open her eyes, she quickly held her hand and said in a gentle voice.

"Your Highness, I'm here."

Erin's face showed an expression of comfort, and she lightly coughed before saying.

"How long have I slept..."

Theresa said solemnly.

"About a few hours."

"A few hours, huh... that's good, I thought I had slept for a whole day."

Upon hearing it was not as long as she imagined, Erin breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved expression appeared on her haggard face.

At this moment, her gaze suddenly fell on the pocket watch on the bedside table, and a hint of pain flashed in her eyes.

She exerted force on her shoulders, attempting to sit up from the bed.

Seeing Erin acting rashly, Theresa quickly supported her shoulders, letting her lie back down.

"Your Highness! Please don't joke around with your body! What you need most now is rest—"

"I'm fine, let me get up..."

"Do you think you look like you're fine now?" Theresa looked at her unwaveringly, rare taking on a tone that did not allow refusal, "if in the end Mr. Colin is fine, but you fall because of worrying about him, do you think he would be happy?"

Erin bit her pale lips, and finally lay back on the pillow compliantly.

After a long while, she spoke softly.

"Mr. Colin... is there still no news?"

Theresa was silent for a moment, shook her head, and said.

"Not yet... but I've already sent someone to look for him, and I believe it won't be long before we have clues! Also, Mr. Colin's strength isn't weak, although he doesn't have the Holy Blessing Bloodline and Divine Artifact like you, he is after all a noble of the Empire, and has received professional Magic training at the Northern Academic Federation. Mere Little Demons shouldn't be able to trap him."

Erin lowered her head.

"But that Little Demon... seems to have Gold Level strength, and you know the habits of Little Demons, they never act alone."

She paused here, eyes filled with guilt, her hand tightly clutching the blanket.

Theresa was momentarily speechless, unable to say anything.

Erin was right.

Little Demons often act in groups, and can even share spiritual power. Not to mention Gold Level leaders, even Silver Level ones can be quite a headache.

Looking at the heartbroken Princess Erin, she didn't know how to comfort her, could only silently hold her hand, hoping to convey some warmth to her.

Time passed in silence.

Theresa hesitated for a moment, and finally quietly suggested.

"Your Highness, at least... eat something first."

Erin looked at her, squeezed a weak smile from her haggard face, and said softly.

"Theresa, thank you for your concern, but I'm not hungry now, can I... have some time alone?"

Theresa had never seen such an expression on Princess Erin's face before, and after a moment of silence, she finally nodded.

However, just as she was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"I'm afraid not."

Upon hearing that voice, Erin's pale face flushed with a bit of color, and she sat up with surprise.

"Mr. Colin?!?"

For a moment, she almost suspected she was dreaming until she saw that familiar face at the door.

Saint Sis above!

He truly heard her prayers, allowing him to safely return to her side!

Theresa swiftly turned around, looking at Colin standing at the door, her face also showing an expression of surprise.

"You're back? When?"

He was wearing a black robe, aside from some scratches from thorns, he looked much like when he had left, just a little disheveled.

Theresa also noticed that he was holding a tray, which contained a bowl of creamy mushroom soup and a basket of sliced bread.

"Just now, with Ges Baron, who is reuniting with his wife in the main building. I heard the princess has been unconscious since returning, not eating at all, so I took the liberty of raiding his kitchen. But considering I saved his life, I believe he won't mind this loss."

Erin couldn't help but chuckle and said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"You still have the mood to joke... do you know how worried I was about you?"

As soon as she said this, her face blushed with embarrassment, but she didn't want to take it back.

She hoped the other party would reflect a bit on the situation.

Perhaps because her worries suddenly eased, she suddenly felt a bit hungry, whereas before she had no appetite at all.

Just in time, the aroma of food wafted to her nose, causing her stomach to rumble, and the blush on her cheek spread past her ears to her neck.

"Sorry for worrying you."

Luo Yan apologized with a smile and walked to the bedside, placing the tray carefully on the bedside table.

"We can discuss my matters later, but what you need to do now is eat something and get a good sleep; we'll address everything after you wake up."

Embarrassed for letting the other party see herself gobbling down food, Erin murmured softly with a red face.

"Thank you, please leave it here, I'll eat it in a bit..."

"That won't work, I still need to return the borrowed plate, so please don't make it difficult for me, Your Highness."

Luo Yan shook his head, unusually showing a firm side, his gaze caught the elusive eyes.

Even though this excuse couldn't really be called an excuse, neither the blushing Erin nor the worried Theresa chose to expose it.

Even if that sentence, picked out individually, slightly crossed boundaries—

"If you insist on hurting yourself, please forgive my rudeness."