Chapter 10: That Day, Thunderbuzz Welcomes Its New King
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The Demon King is Too Unfathomable! Chapter 10: That Day, Thunderbuzz Welcomes Its New King

Today’s Thunderbuzz City, a fief of the Lyon Kingdom’s Duke Campelle, was as peaceful and bustling as always

Ships puffing out steam sailed to and fro the port. Coolies with their bare tops moved boxes of goods from the deck to markets or workshops. Under vibrantly dyed cloths were vendors selling all kinds of little toys and accessories.

The prosperity permeating the city could be credited to the man riding on a huge war steed, galloping on the main street under ribbons and lanterns with a platoon of knights.

His name was Aaron Campelle.

It was not too hard to deduce from his name that he was the fief lord.

Other than being a vassal of the Lyon Kingdom, he had also been conferred as Saint Sisto’s god elect… or to put it in more conventional terms, a hero.

Not long ago, he slew the demon king wreaking havoc on the outskirts of Thunderbuzz City.

Despite being in his seventies, he remained as valiant as he was back then. Many suspected that Duke Campelle might have overcome his bottleneck as a Diamond-tier and advanced to Amethyst or even Master-tier.

“Praise Saint Sisto! Praise the holy light!”

“Long live Duke Campelle!”

“Long live the duchy!”

“Long live the Lyon Kingdom!”

Cheers, applause, and whistles filled the street.

To welcome the victorious heroes back, the youths along the streets tossed fresh flowers into the sky, and old farmers and city dwellers cheered with all their might.

Duke Campelle subtly nodded with a poised smile in response to the warm welcome, reminiscent of a stern, authoritative, but kind father.

The people of Thunderbuzz City adored him, especially Saint Sisto’s believers. They would throw themselves at him and kiss his feet if he allowed it.

But not everyone celebrated Duke Campelle and his knights.

Along the corridors of the city hall, the potbellied mayor lit a cigar while leaning against the windowsill. He looked at the old but still dashing duke with envious eyes.

“Look at how nauseating those fools are acting… They are acting as if it was the roosters’ crowing that hoisted the sun into

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