All Chapters of Demon's Evolution: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

The revelation left Emmanuel pondering what other secrets Ice Demon City might be concealing. Two mages in such a small city seemed extraordinary. Why hadn't Ice Demon City gained fame for this?"Here, take this," I said, tossing a bag in Emmanuel's direction.Emmanuel quickly grasped the cloth bag, sensing its weight and confirming it contained a substantial amount of coins."This is a gift," I stated.Concerned about Emmanuel's malnourished condition, I encouraged him to use the money to purchase food for himself and his family. I stressed the importance of proper nutrition for focusing on magic training."Magic requires your full attention, even for the simplest spells," I reminded him before departing.I had instructed Aldo to escort him to Solan.Later, I planned to also visit his two siblings, considering the possibility that Ice Demon City might harbour three potential mages in the future.…Elisora CityEarl Greenfield and his officials were fully occupied with the preparation

"But...if you want to fly, there is still a long way to go," Solan cautioned, her tone serious. "There's also the chance that even if you have the potential, you might not be able to learn a single spell at all. It depends on how much hard work you are going to put in, and a little bit of luck."Emmanuel and the two kids nodded fervently. "We won't slack off!" they exclaimed in unison."Alright, let's go meet the baron. I will also introduce you to the advisor. Before starting magic training, we need to do some other things first," Solan said decisively.…As I was engrossed in reading the reports from the information agency, Jacob burst into my room in a panic. He didn't even bother to knock, instead rushing straight to my table, gasping for breath.His face was drenched in sweat, and his expression betrayed his anxiety."What's the matter?" I asked, furrowing my brows and scanning our surroundings. Jacob's distress only heightened my concern."A Demi-saint?" I murmured, sensing the

Despite being just a baron, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease regarding the princess's invitation. While it was technically an invitation I could refuse, I couldn't help but wonder about the implications of doing so. Rejecting the invitation might be seen as a slight against the royal family, but accepting it could potentially thrust me into a world of political intrigue and danger. It was a delicate balance to navigate, and I needed to weigh my options carefully.If I were a weaker and less influential baron, rejecting such an invitation would undoubtedly be the safest course of action. But my circumstances were different now. I had grown stronger and more formidable, and with that came a newfound sense of responsibility and opportunity. Ultimately, I needed to consider all the factors at play and make a decision that aligned with my goals and ambitions.Accepting such an invitation felt akin to walking into a trap, a celebration of one's demise. What troubled me most was the

As the urgent blast of the horn reverberated through the air, its echoing urgency was impossible to ignore. The residents, immersed in their farm work, were startled by the unexpected sound. Their initial curiosity quickly turned to alarm as they recognized the signal and its implications.Without a moment's hesitation, they abandoned their tools, their tasks forgotten in the face of the imminent danger or urgent call to action. Their movements were swift and determined as they turned towards the distant silhouette of the city, now a beacon of both safety and uncertainty.With a sense of urgency propelling them forward, they sprinted towards the city, their hearts pounding in sync with the urgency of the horn. Each step taken was fueled by a mix of fear, anticipation, and a primal instinct to seek refuge or respond to whatever urgent matter demanded their attention.The fields, once bustling with activity, were now deserted as the residents raced towards the city.The farmers, well aw

`"What happened here?" one of the beastmen exclaimed, taking a cautious step forward."Argh!" he cried out in pain as the ground beneath him suddenly crumbled, his skin scorched by the intense heat in that fleeting moment."It's hot!" he gasped, recoiling from the searing ground."Perhaps that's why those monkeys have been lingering here all this time," the leader mused, gingerly touching the ground with his fingertips, wary of the intense heat radiating from below.Despite the slight sizzle and the burn on the tip of his finger, the leader of the beastmen remained undeterred."I believe the humans tampered with this area," he declared, his voice laced with determination. "Perhaps they attempted to destroy the well, but they failed to anticipate that the underground channel would remain unblocked, allowing the water to surface."The leader couldn't help but feel a sense of fortune at their unexpected discovery, recognizing it as a stroke of luck amidst their dire circumstances.After