72: A Clue
"Can't means can't—why all the nonsense?" The twisted logic Bai Ling had learned from who-knows-where made Leticia feel a trace of panic. She felt she needed to correct Bai Ling's obviously derailing thoughts early, otherwise her future would definitely be incredibly bleak.
God knows if one day this person would suddenly go into heat and pounce on poor Leticia to devour her completely.
Regarding such things, Leticia indicated she couldn't accept it. Only she had the right to devour others—how could others devour her?
She, Leticia, was a seme.
"Princess's side says they need to consider it. At the latest, they'll give us an answer tonight." Xue'er's communication with Qila's side went very smoothly. Qila was eager to get the book, and Leticia's side had even offered a tiny bit of sincerity, so progress was quite rapid.
Qila didn't care who she was trading with. As long as the book reached her hands, her purpose would be achieved.
As for Parliament Member Wang? Who told him to be incompetent and not safely deliver the book to her hands?
She couldn't stupidly wait in place watching that Parliament Member run around looking for people. Honestly, based on these past few days of observation, Qila really didn't believe that Parliament Member could catch the mysterious organization's fox tail.
At this time, that organization had suddenly approached her, even giving Qila quite a reasonable price: just meet with someone from that organization, and the book would be freely offered.
After a quick calculation, Qila felt this was a business that wouldn't result in a loss.
She believed that people who could trade with her wouldn't be those stupid people with heads full of yellow trash. Since everyone was smart, meeting once wouldn't cause any loss.
As for the dangers she might encounter, Qila was quite confident in her own strength.
If the ceiling of this world was that Sword Saint who defeated her sister, going down a level was her sister, and going down further were the monarchs of other races.
Then Qila was at the level of these monarchs.
So the demon race could indeed be considered quite a powerful faction among the foreign races. First, they had Leticia, who could clash with the human Sword Saint, and below the Demon King, Princess Qila and the Four Heavenly Kings were all very powerful existences.
Unlike the human race, where there was a huge gap between the Sword Saint and everyone else. Remove one Sword Saint, and the human race would probably only count as a relatively weak race.
"As long as the person coming to meet me isn't that Sword Saint, I'm confident I can escape." Qila said to the several people kneeling before her.
"Absolutely not, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, with your precious body, you absolutely cannot personally take risks!"
"Your Highness, the current demon race cannot do without you!"
These several demons were all die-hard loyalists of the Princess faction who had rushed over after hearing about Qila's decision. Their purpose was singular: to dissuade Qila from meeting with people from that force.
"The demon race has always been able to do without me. The person our demon race cannot do without has already been personally driven away by me. I must make up for my mistake." Qila's voice was calm. Her personality was consistent with her former sister's—once she made a decision, it was very difficult to change.
After driving her sister out of the house, Qila couldn't express how much she regretted it. Although her sister was bad, liked to bully her, never had a good expression, and later became so decadent that even Qila, who loved her sister the most, couldn't stand it.
But undoubtedly, Qila was a very good sister. She had always believed in her sister and loved her sister.
Her sister had abandoned the demon race and left, so Qila had to shoulder the demon race in her sister's place. If her sister returned in the future to see a demon race with declining livelihood, Qila believed she would be hung from a tree and beaten by her angry sister.
"That book is worth taking this risk. You don't need to say more." Qila waved her hand. This girl, when serious, also had a unique charm. "Have you found any traces of my sister?"
The several demons below looked at each other. This really was a good question. "Yes, and no."
"What do you mean 'yes and no'? I want a precise answer. Yes means yes, no means no." Qila pressed her brow and said helplessly.
Only after being in the position her sister used to occupy did Qila understand the pressure on her sister. A large part of that pressure came from these subordinates whose brains didn't work very well.
The several demons here exchanged glances, communicated with their eyes for a few moments, and finally one mustered the courage to speak: "We don't know if Her Majesty is using disguise magic, so the investigation has made no progress."
"She couldn't possibly use it. Sister has never been someone who likes to hide. Even when escaping, she would use her true appearance." Qila understood her sister very well. Unlike herself, her sister was a very stubborn person, stubborn to the point that others couldn't understand her thoughts at all.
"But we don't even know what Her Majesty looks like. Even if Her Majesty walked past us, we couldn't detect that person was the Majesty we're looking for." The several subordinates also had unspeakable difficulties. Their top boss had given them such a difficult task that they really couldn't complete.
Forget about searching for Leticia based on Qila's appearance—Qila had never shown her true face in front of them.
Qila hadn't hidden this point from them either. This was the consistent style of the Demon King family. In the entire demon race, only a few people knew what the Demon King looked like.
"Forget it, forget it. If you can't find her, then you can't find her. But what do you mean by 'yes and no'? Since there's no progress, shouldn't you directly report 'no'?"
"We indeed haven't found any clues about Her Majesty, but we found clues about someone close to Her Majesty." Those several demons quickly told Qila about their discovery. "We learned through some channels that there's often a very boldly dressed maid shopping in stores in Central City."
"Maid?" Qila raised an eyebrow. What did this have to do with her sister?
"As far as we know, there are very few families in Central City capable of hiring maids, and that maid is so excellent. We originally suspected she was employed by some major family, but after investigation, we found she's not a maid for those major families."
"Her master is a rather ordinary girl. That girl is very much a shut-in, hiding at home all day without going out. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation should all be handled by that maid."
"What's strange is that we can't find any other information about that girl. We only know her living experiences, and we don't know why she can command such a maid's loyalty."
"I see... Where is her house?" Qila became interested. She thought of someone—the person who left together with her sister.