Chapter 012: Hellhounds

In response, Wang Bo remained completely composed, his eyes watching his nose and his nose watching his heart.

To be honest, if he hadn't seen that the king had some spirit, Wang Bo wouldn't have bothered with him.

Wang Bo simply didn't care about these praises.

Moreover, the merit of summoning a dragon to protect the country was a monumental achievement, and obtaining a fief would not have been excessive, but the king didn't mention it at all. He just kept praising Wang Bo's loyalty, then bestowed some gold and silver treasures, and brushed the matter aside.

From this, it was clear that the king was much stingier than one might imagine.

Or perhaps he already knew the drawbacks of granting fiefs to nobles and held tightly onto the land, giving no one an opportunity.

From the royal family's perspective, this was a wise ruler.

But from the ministers' perspective, he was merely a miserly king.

Although Wang Bo didn't care much about a fief—after all, he was a passerby in this world, and a fief would be useless—the king's stinginess still surprised him and made him quite unhappy.

So Wang Bo decided that after helping this country stay away from war, he would leave, travel around, and see the magnificent landscapes of this other world.

Perhaps he might even encounter another transmigrator.

Of course, whether he actually would or not, Wang Bo didn't care; it all depended on fate.

On the other hand, after thoroughly praising Wang Bo, the king shifted the topic to Prince Kit. "Although our country now has the protection of His Excellency Deathwing, the Kingdom of Shuna also has a dragon, so we are still no match. Therefore, I plan to have my son marry into an alliance."

The ministers all expressed agreement. The Finance Minister offered a good suggestion: "I think we should invite the best painter in the kingdom to paint a portrait of the prince, then travel to various countries to show off our Prince Kit's elegance to the surrounding nations."

Prince Kit looked embarrassed, feeling ashamed at the idea—a portrait and traveling to various countries was nothing short of a shame play.

But the king's eyes lit up, and he nodded, saying, "Very well, I agree."

In his view, it was indeed a good idea.

He had strong confidence in his son's appearance: young, handsome, with speech and mannerisms full of aristocratic grace, enough to enchant the princesses of those countries.

Coupled with the fact that his country was guarded by a dragon, he believed many nations would be willing to send their princesses to marry his son.

So he immediately ordered the kingdom's best painter to be summoned to paint his son's portrait.

After the meeting, Wang Bo left directly without greeting the king. This made the ministers look at Wang Bo with a certain amount of sympathy.

Having rendered such a great service yet receiving insufficient rewards.

Truly unfortunate.

"Duke, please wait."

Just as Wang Bo reached the palace gate, Prince Kit hurriedly chased after him with his captain of the guard.

Wang Bo turned back to look at the prince, who was walking quickly, and asked, "Is there something?"

He was in a bad mood now and had no respect for the prince.

Yes, Wang Bo didn't care about a fief; after all, he was just a passerby in this world. If the king had granted him a fief, he would have declined.

But not wanting something was one thing; whether it was offered was another.

This incident rapidly diminished Wang Bo's goodwill toward the king. Although he didn't seek rewards, the king's failure to give any was hard to accept.

Of course, it wasn't that the king gave nothing.

He did give Wang Bo considerable rewards—a large basket of gold and silver treasures—but did Wang Bo care about such things? What he cared about was the king's attitude.

But today, the king disappointed Wang Bo.

"I'm very sorry, Duke," Prince Kit said slowly. "I know my father's behavior today must have disappointed you, so I'm truly sorry, Duke."

Wang Bo looked at Prince Kit, who was full of apology and didn't know what to say, just kept apologizing. Wang Bo shook his head and said, "There's nothing to apologize for, Prince. Your father did the right thing, that's all."

With that, Wang Bo left without looking back.

After returning to his castle, Wang Bo put all these annoying matters behind him and immersed himself in the cultivation of the Nine Suns Five Ultimates.

A few days later, Lady Gremory from Hell suddenly contacted Wang Bo.

"The things you asked me to prepare are ready. You can receive them anytime, but you need to prepare a larger space. The quantity for this transaction is not small."

Wang Bo became excited. Following Lady Gremory's instructions, he found a large open area near his castle and inscribed a circular magic circle a hundred meters in diameter.

"I'm ready. You can send the items in batches," Wang Bo said to Lady Gremory through the contract.

"Okay, no problem."

After Wang Bo activated the magic circle with his magical power, amid endless light, the first batch of demons emerged continuously from the magic circle.

These demons, both male and female, numbered five thousand and conformed to human aesthetic standards.

The male demons were handsome, the female demons beautiful—each one a rare beauty, all at the level of celebrities in modern society.

Even Wang Bo found it hard to resist.

After the five thousand demons appeared, they handed Wang Bo a parchment contract.

On it were the true names of the demons. With the parchment contract, no one could defy Wang Bo's orders.

Wang Bo waved his hand, sending the five thousand demons into the Time Villa, and continued to receive gifts from Lady Gremory.

But this time, what arrived in the human world were no longer demons.

Since Wang Bo didn't need too many demons, he exchanged the remaining fifteen thousand demons for an equal number of other hellish races to enrich his Time Villa.

With the glow of light, one hellhound after another crawled out of the magic circle.

They lined up neatly before Wang Bo.

Legendary hellhounds were born from the hundred-handed giant Typhon and Echidna, had three heads, and were pets of the underworld goddess Hecate. In European legends, they were the gatekeepers of hell, feeding on corpses.

Thus, hellhounds were also called three-headed hellhounds.

But the hellhounds before Wang Bo were different from the legendary three-headed hellhounds. They were a race from hell, with only one head, capable of spewing flames. Juvenile hellhounds were about the size of wild oxen, while adults were about the size of elephants.

When hellhounds as large as elephants appeared before Wang Bo, he couldn't help but admire them.

These creatures were not only huge but also quite intelligent.

Their intelligence was comparable to that of humans.