Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son
chapter-129

Aldred then went up to the adventurers and told them to pay to watch the game.

Surprisingly, they didn't say any complaint at all. They gave him tons of gold without speaking a word. Did they like watching girls play volleyball that much?

Unbeknown to him, the reason they didn't say anything was because of the Bajaragon that was following him around. Who would dare to utter a word of complaint with a gigantic dragon as his backing.

When Aldred asked the last man for money, the man sighed, paid the amount, and then asked: "When will the ball's match begin?"

"You mean soccer?"

"Yes, that one. I like kicking balls more than these peaches and melons."

"Just think of those melons and peaches as balls."

The man widened his eyes. "You... You're right. Thank you."

Aldred shook his head and left the man alone. 'What a weird cultured guy.'

The game was as exciting as soccer and after hours of playing, the blue team finally won. The game was over and no one was disappointed.

Aldred handed them their rewards which was a bottle of pills. The females were so excited and hugged the bottle of pills like it was some sort of treasure. They then ran to their tents immediately.

"That was a fun game. Maybe we should play as well. We can make our own net or goalpost."

"Although the game looks fun, I am here for the jiggle jiggle, not the game."

After the game, the soldiers had a fun night time in their tent. A lot of satisfied noises came out of their tent, but there were some voices who were begging for more, or screaming for more. It was chaotic.

The next day, fifteen women walked out of Jeffery's tent. They all had smiles plastered on their face. They chatted and laughed before walking back to their own tents.

Aldred had fun last night as well. He had been doing it more frequently now with Mary, Mira, Mareona, and Sophia.

[Baron Blood Vampire Lv. 10]

Evolution: 53/100

[Hell Demon Lv. 1]

Evolution: 48/100

It wasn't much, but he was satisfied. Aldred walked out of the tent with four satisfied women. With his skill, power, and physique, any women he brought to bed would be satisfied.

That was true talent.

Bartrem and the soldiers cooked some food and their faces were fresh and cheerful. Bartrem smiled at Aldred.

"It's working. Look at their cheerful faces," Bartrem said. "We should tell them to play these games more often."

"I don't think it's the game that makes them feel good," Aldred replied.

A group of women walked pass as they chatted.

"His PP is so big. I cannot believe it can even fit in me."

"Really? Maybe I should try his as well."

"Of course! We can enjoy it together."

Aldred and Bartrem were speechless. What the hell did they just hear?

Aldred pretended he never heard anything and asked: "What's on the menu today?"

Bartrem pulled out the lid from the cauldron. "Spicy meatballs."

A strange man in the distance felt he was called, so he looked at Bartrem, and shouted: "I love balls!"

"You need to shut up! Fucking weirdo!"

Aldred smiled and invited Mary and the others to eat as well. They laughed and chatted as they enjoyed the food.

Suddenly, the gate blasted open. Aldred wondered who would be picked this time, but shockingly, his whole body shone with bright light.

...

Simond and his elite group of men slaughtered their way up Mount Fargon. He trusted no one else but his group so any time another group met him, they would die the next day.

Currently, he was fighting against a group of giant eagles on top of a cliff. They tried to take him with their claws, but he cut their limbs with his sword.

One of the eagles was enraged and blasted him with a powerful wind spell. As he fell down, he quickly got up and blocked the gigantic claw.

The weight of the gigantic eagle was enough to make his internal organs trembled in pain. His arms felt like breaking.

The eagle cried out, as it tried to stomp him into the ground. Simond held on, then suddenly, his sword cracked. His eyes widened. This sword was the only memory he had of his sister, he could not let it break.

Simond pulled the sword, but it was too late. The sword shattered, yet, instead of breaking like normal, the sword shone with powerful aura that spread out in every direction.

The sword experienced a metamorphosis. Like a worm coming out of its cocoon. The ordinary looking sword did not look so ordinary anymore. Its light became so bright that it blinded their eyes for a moment.

The ordinary steel blade was now deep black yet it shone under the moonlight. The length and weight perfectly fitted him, and mysterious purple aura ran from the elegant hand guard up to the tip of the blade.

Simond only had a second to admire its appearance before the eagle attacked again.

Its giant sharp claws went after his head.

He slashed the eagle, and suddenly, a wave of purple mist struck through the creature and cut its body so easily. Simond stared at the other eagles and struck them down as well, cutting them one by one with a single strike.

Their cries resounded throughout the mountain, scaring the other beasts away. He was a master in sword art. Even in ordinary sword he could take down anyone in his rank, but now, with a powerful blade in hand, he was more powerful than ever.

When more eagles came from above, Simond roared and sent a heavy slash towards the sky. A large wave of purple energy cut through the eagles, and when he put the sword in its sheath, eagles body part fell like it was raining.

Simond stared at the elegant sword in his hand. "Sister, you never told me anything about this sword."

He tightly gripped it. "What else did you hide from me?"