Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 372 A nemesis is a nemesis, a nemesis is... (not really)

Perhaps because of that plan, there were quite a few people on Soli Star at this time, but it was still very deserted.

The large number of people coming here only made it seem even more deserted.

The atmosphere in the conference hall was fairly lively. The planets of the various magical races were far apart, so the representatives who came here were "close friends" who had only met once every eight hundred years.

Exclude the Dark Clan.

It needs to be emphasized once again that the Dark Race is not yet treated like rats in the street or cockroaches in the kitchen in the current universe.

But it's also obvious that it's unpopular.

People around them greeted them politely, but then intentionally or unintentionally ignored them, as if they might suddenly attack and slash people indiscriminately at any moment.

It is evident that in just a few short years, the Dark Emperor has further tarnished the already tarnished reputation of the Dark Clan with a deep, dark stain.

Miya Xing experienced what it's like to be universally disliked.

The Quark Clan arrived earlier than them. Based on their clothing, Miya Star recognized several Quark Clan members, none of whom were familiar faces.

It's unclear what they discussed, but the Quark representative expressed deep regret over the Solli's departure, though they did not try to dissuade them.

Based on his memories from time travel and his understanding of the Soli people's history—

The current Grand Elder foresaw the future fate of the Soli tribe, and thus made the decision for the entire tribe to embark on a time-space journey.

After discussion, the Elder Council almost unanimously approved the Elder's decision.

That's all he knows.

Of the various magical races gathered here, he could only recognize some by their clothing. He tugged at Ruibusi's clothes, and Mingmo looked over with her.

This Demon Lord of the Underworld seems to have really good eyesight.

"what happened?"

She didn't care about anything else; her only plan was to sign this piece of junk.

As for other information... perhaps the Dark Emperor needs it.

But what does that have to do with her?

The quark representatives opposite her also stopped talking when she spoke.

As they stopped, the huge conference hall gradually fell silent.

As the focus of attention, Miya Xing quickly realized that she had done something not so good.

He was used to the occasional quiet conversations he had as a Quark member, and had completely forgotten that the Dark Clan was not treated the same way.

People are not very tolerant of gossiping about the Dark Clan.

They paid close attention to the slightest movement, as if the Dark Clan were discussing how to kill everyone in the room.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, then gradually came alive again with the build-up of sounds.

Miya Xing let go of her hand, and facing her expectant gaze, she whispered, "It's nothing."

"Are you hungry?" he asked reluctantly, and she, having nothing better to do, guessed, "It seems you haven't eaten much in Destian."

"……fine."

Keep your voice down, you living ancestor! Everyone's watching.

She's never been this caring towards him before.

"Hahaha." A few hearty laughs revealed that the planet this person represented had a decent relationship with the Dark Race. "It's true that many people say they can't get used to the food from our place."

The man apologized with a smile, and a representative of the Quark tribe, who was quite displeased, was about to say something when he was stopped by another person.

"Well, overall it's not bad, that thing is quite unique."

It's unbelievable! She clearly only glanced at Destian's food twice; her interest was entirely in shopping and staring down the street with the shopkeeper.

"Yes, yes, that's what tourists usually eat!"

Do these two know which one they are talking about?

Miya Xing already regretted pulling her like that.

Everyone here has considerable magical abilities, making it difficult for him to use mind reading.

I just want to get to know the people here more easily and learn more about this era.

"It was our mistake not to provide adequate hospitality to our guests. The Soli people have..."

"Alright, let's hurry up and finish signing everything so everyone can go home. As our Demon Lord's most capable subordinate, I hate these messy procedures the most."

It was extremely presumptuous of me to interrupt the Solli people directly.

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Mingmo.

The gazes of everyone present toward the three of them suddenly became subtle.

She didn't say which demon lord it was, but everyone already knew the answer.

Signing a contract is impossible today.

The different magical races arrived here at different times; the Wasteland race arrived relatively late, but not the latest.

Leaving the conference hall, which was meant to promote friendly exchanges, Mi Yaxing was left speechless.

"Why are you being so reserved?" Huangwu asked, holding a fruit platter.

She had no interest in the fruit, but she was quite interested in the delicate plate.

The elders of the Soli tribe... of course, it's for her.

"Why did the Quark people look so angry when Elder Destian was speaking?"

A fruit was thrown to his mouth, pressed against his lips repeatedly, as if he had no choice but to eat it.

He could only speak indistinctly with the fruit in his mouth.

"Oh, because the Destians and the Quarks are particularly close."

"Hmm?" Although he was reluctant to admit it, and perhaps influenced by Professor Victoria's description of this history, he only saw the Quark people's arrogance today.

Whenever Potions class touched on related history, Ms. Victoria would emphasize that the Quark race of that period nearly destroyed their planet due to their arrogance.

“The Destians are not good at fighting, but they are good at healing. The Quark race does not have a special healing ability, so they complement each other perfectly.”

"Don't the Quark race have healing abilities?"

"The Quark race has three major categories of magic, where did you get the healing magic from? Where did you learn all this nonsense?"

After standing there stunned for a moment, Mi Yaxing quickly took two steps to catch up with her, and offered her another fruit, which he ate in a flash.

"But their relationship doesn't seem very good to me, it's more like..."

"Well, it's a good thing in a way, but in the eyes of the Quark people, they probably don't see it as an equal friendship, but rather as Destian being dependent on them."

A subordinate magical race publicly said these words to an enemy...

Calling them enemies isn't entirely accurate; the Quark Clan and the Dark Clan are barely maintaining a semblance of a facade.

The story begins with the Dark Emperor breaking the contract. Subsequently, the Quark Clan quickly established the Moe Academy, and the Dark Clan, represented by the gloomy Duchess, fought back and forth with the Quark Clan.

It seemed like a life-or-death struggle was imminent, but instead, there were constant minor skirmishes, and neither side really got serious.

Miya Xing realized the key question: "Has the Quark Clan found Princess Naya?"

"If I had that kind of free time, would I be so idle?"

Yes, that's why the two races didn't actually fight.

The Quark race lacks the key to victory, and the Dark Emperor of the Dark race has not yet recovered his strength.

Do you think Destian will one day break with the Quark race?

"A break...they?" Huangwu looked at him incredulously, then stuffed another fruit into his mouth. "Unlikely."