Because the hourglass in front of it is the same as the hourglass of other Maharajas, the total amount of sand stored in it is inexplicably much less.

This means that the fear of the earth's appearance is taken, and not taken by anyone present, but by others whom they do not know.

“It was made by Merlin!”

Mephist ignored it and did not investigate. When everyone else was silent, the old devil directly put a blame on the Raven Lord.

It tidied up its bow tie with its sharp claws and said to other hell masters sarcastically:

"It must be that bastard. He quietly plundered the world's fear power in a way that we don't know. He didn't plan to abide by the agreement at all. He planned to lift our table!"

"Because of this game of King of Hell, we don't plan to take him to play. Tsk tsk, what a naughty kid with bad personality..."

Look at Mephist's words of fanning the flames, he will be the old Onmyoji.

"Hey, be careful when speaking!"

The clouds of blue lightning-covered clouds sitting beside Mephist roared. It was the illusion of the Lord of Hell Barr. When it occasionally came to interest, it would appear in the posture of a hideous insect-shaped demon.

The thunderous thundering Maharaja said in a muffled voice:

"Everyone is monitoring the wasteland. No matter how powerful Merlin is, he cannot hide it from everyone's eyes... Indeed, he may have some connection with heaven, but this time he did not do it."

"You have to take the blame, aren't you saying that everyone is not capable enough?"

Barr laughed gloomy and said:

"Mephisto, you're cursing us around the corner, right?"

"Look at what you said."

The old devil snorted dissatisfiedly, and he stroked the most gorgeous beard in the dimension of hell, saying in a bad voice:

"I want to scold you, do you still need to turn around? Everyone is not even a good friend on the surface, and I don't need to pretend to be these."

"I don't think Merlin did it either."

The King of Fallen Angels, Lucifer, the most handsome king of Hell, knocked on the table gracefully.

This fallen angel with a pair of wide black wings said slowly:

"Not whether Merlin has the ability to collect fears around the world, I have heard of what he has been busy recently. He has just saved his wife, his beloved wife, ah, beautiful love is like the tail of a rabbit in autumn..."

"Stop thinking of poetry."

Mephist slapped the table in dissatisfaction:

"Don't pretend to be a cultural person. Everyone is a villain. Let's communicate in the form of a villain. No one understands Merlin's cunning better than me. Anyway, I think he must have done this!"

As soon as the old devil finished speaking, he rang on the tower at dusk with a sarcastic voice.

"It is not a good habit to say bad things in person. Shouldn't you say bad things behind your back? Or do you, as an old devil, even these three-year-old children know the truth?"

With the silent and surprised gaze of the Hell Lords, the two brothers and sisters with crowns and holding canes appeared on the tower, as well as the border queen Riana carrying heavy swords.

Standing among the three people's imposing guards was the person Mephist had been cursing.

He was leaning on an ice cane, wearing a black suit and windbreaker, a tie around his neck, and black-framed glasses on his face. He dressed like a business elite and smiling Raven Maharaja.

Merlin Riley.

He took his dog-legged men to attend the meeting of the Hell Lords for the first time in the true sense.

Oh, by the way, this meeting of the evil group has a very nice name.
Chapter completed!