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Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred was a 20-year-old man who killed himself because he couldn't stand how the world treated him. He prayed for a life that he could be grateful for. And unexpected to him, the gods heard his prayer. ... I welcome you to the world of fantastic imaginations where swords and magic clashed. What to expect: A lot of beautiful girls. OP MC, weak to strong, sucking things. Milk. lots of milk. Adventure. And Comedy. Warning: You might laugh too hard reading this story. Note: This is an adventure story. The 1-10 chap is a prologue of some sort. But I advise you not to skip them, I am sure you will find them hilarious. Note: Will there be milf and incest? Yes, but at the later part of the story. MC has to fight his way to earn these rewards. So follow his journey first. NO NTR Join the discord server https://discord.gg/yPtRt29tAg There are pictures of Eve, Sophia, Edeline, and many more. Check out the discord channel, if you want to see the characters. If you want to donate for commissioning art, then check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/harlyboy Note: The cover is not mine. If you want me to take it down, please ask.

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Chapter 217 Negotiation

A bugbear was sitting in his office with a quill in his hand and a paper on the table.

He was the Tarrar's diplomat, and his task was to convince the town leader nearby to attack and create chaos.

His job required a sophisticated skill and creativity. Not just any bugbear can do his job, and that was why Tarrar trusted him so much.

First, he spends a few minutes meditating, and contemplating on the way of life.

That was a necessary step. After that, he pressed the quill on the paper. Each word must be meaningful, because the art of convincing is very delicate.

"You little piece of shit, pussy motherfucker. I heard you're scared of ghost stories and trembled in bed like a little girl. If you are really brave, bring your army to the west and attack the city. Bring me the head of some winged-men leaders, you little scared cat."

The diplomat cleared his throat and put the paper to the side. Then he wrote on another paper.