"True Ancestor? Glory?"
Upon hearing the bewitching words of the Mist Captain, the Old Witch Demon at the podium scoffed: "We are a special group of wizards, not some lackeys of the so-called True Ancestor..."
"Where is your reverence for the True Ancestor?" the Mist Captain raised an eyebrow.
"Reverence?"
The figure of Ulysses shrank even more alarmingly, quickly reducing from a dozen meters in height to that of an ordinary human, but his voice remained as sonorous as before: "Our reverence for Him is just like that little girl's reverence for you behind you... Respect, fear, but not love Him, right, Little Nikki?"
The Female Demon uneasily stepped out from the shadow of the Mist Captain, glanced at the '工' shaped emblem on the chest of the Old Witch Demon, and bowed her head: "Mentor."
Ulysses was the Old Witch Demon who had brought her out of the Sahara Desert, the mentor who taught her to start eating from corpses and gradually get used to the temperament of demons.
