The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 137: A Toast to Trouble

He quickly tried to patch things up, "Not that I mean you couldn’t have grown it, I’m just saying... you know, your constitution..."

The rest of the sentence went unfinished, but everyone who needed to understand already got the point.

Especially a certain someone directly involved.

Ke’Oth: "..."

He was exhausted and speechless.

Still, he followed the flow of the conversation and said, "It’s true that I kill everything I try to grow, but I had an elf."

He said this with complete confidence, as if asking for help from others was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

"Too bad none of you were lucky enough to meet a kind-hearted elf while planting. I was different. I just happened to run into Illiya while planting on the human territory. Eh-heh, you didn’t, so I got first place and you didn’t. Sometimes, luck is part of strength."

Sebastian, who had just recently killed a magical plant from overwatering: ???

He felt personally attacked.

But for the sake of paving the way for the merfolk, he clenched his jaw and held back the urge to punch someone, forcing out a reply through gritted teeth, "Heh. So that’s how it is. Then you really are lucky."

Only then did Ke’Oth, hearing the icy tone in Sebastian’s words, realize too late that he might have said something terribly wrong.

His heart skipped a beat.

He cautiously looked up to check the butler’s expression, and just as expected — from an angle others couldn’t see, he caught sight of the death glare from the petty butler.

Ke’Oth: "..."

I’m doomed.

He gulped. A chill ran down his spine.

But he didn’t dare run away just yet. If he ran now and Sebastian’s plan fell apart, he’d definitely be in for some brutal "special treatment" later.

So, suppressing the tingling sensation on his scalp, he awkwardly answered, "It was just coincidence. All coincidence."

Sebastian gave a dismissive snort and, for now, let him off the hook.

"But ever since you brought the magical plant back, you never said where exactly you placed the Ice flower. Not all parts of the Demon Realm are suitable for its growth," someone said.

Seeing the conversation finally returning to a normal track, Ke’Oth let out a sigh of relief.

"I put it near the Cold Pool just east of the Demon Palace. Ice flowers need to be nurtured in cold environments — only then can they grow faster. If they’re kept in an unsuitable place, with bad luck you might just end up with a dead Icegrass instead."

Sebastian said, "Then make sure to take good care of it. After all, the Ice flower did win you first place, didn’t it? That is a first place."

Ke’Oth broke into a cold sweat again.

So this first place thing is never going to be dropped, huh?

But didn’t you bring up the first place thing yourself?

Sometimes, one really must understand the meaning of "you reap what you sow."

The topic ended there, without further pursuit. Going any deeper might risk alerting their target, and that was definitely not the effect they wanted.

And Eoryun’s reaction only confirmed that their decision had been correct.

The moment Sebastian and the others brought up the Plant Appreciation Festival, Eoryun immediately became wary — especially when they mentioned the Ice flower that had won first place.

His internal alarms shot straight to the maximum, as if he’d explode at the slightest wrong move.

With heightened vigilance, he dared not let down his guard and paid full attention to their conversation.

Fortunately, they only brought it up casually and didn’t continue.

Still, from just that short exchange, he extracted exactly the intel he needed.

For example: Ice flowers can only be nurtured in cold environments, and in the Demon Realm, the cold region just so happened to be east of the Demon Palace.

Now that he’d inadvertently learned the location, could he finally start planning his move?

Especially since the timing of the operation needed careful consideration — ideally choosing a day with looser patrols would be best.

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Then came a sudden remark from Quadracilr, "Since you got first place, shouldn’t you treat us to something? That elf helped you guys so much — are you really not planning to thank him properly?"

The moment it was mentioned that they hadn’t thanked the elf, the Demon King Anos furrowed his brows, his gaze filled with disapproval as he looked toward Ke’Oth and N’zall.

A few sarcastic jabs from colleagues were nothing. But getting disapproved by the beloved Demon King? That couldn’t be allowed.

Ke’Oth made a snap decision.

"His Majesty already hosted Illiya and the others today — we already had dinner, so having another meal now would be a bit informal. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, N’zall and I will personally host a banquet to formally thank Illiya for his great help. We’re not petty demons. You all have to come too — I’m not stingy or anything."

That final sentence practically dripped with passive-aggressiveness.

When Illiya heard there was going to be another banquet just to thank him, he immediately tried to refuse — it really wasn’t necessary.

"No—"

But before he could finish, N’zall cut him off, "No what? Illiya, you have to attend tomorrow. If you don’t, it means you’re looking down on Ke’Oth and me. We said we’d treat you, and a demon never goes back on their word."

Ke’Oth quickly chimed in, "Exactly! I trust you isn’t someone who’d look down on us demons!"

Illiya: "..."

They said everything already — what was left for him to say?

With that kind of hat thrown over his head, what could he do but accept? What choice did he have?

Of course... whether tomorrow’s banquet was truly meant to honor him — or to create the perfect "crime scene" for a certain young master — that was still unknown.

Whether it was the former or the latter... Well, who could say?

Since the banquet had been promised, Ke’Oth and N’zall naturally began the preparations.

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