The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"No, no! This time it's not completely because of the players, though it does have a bit to do with them..."

With that, Youyou excitedly shared with Luo Yan the story of "Hotpot from the Grave" that he had learned from the official forum. He told how three players made efforts and attempts to open up the Black Wind Castle's dining market, how cleverly they completed the localization of the product, and their upcoming plans.

After hearing it, Luo Yan had a bemused expression, not knowing how to evaluate it.

Youyou continued speaking excitedly.

"Then, a goblin merchant brought this delicacy, allegedly from the Great Graveyard, back to Demon City! He probably thought the name 'hotpot' wasn't imposing enough, so he changed it to 'Devil's Hotpot,' and it instantly boosted sales in Demon City! Both the citizens of Black Wind Castle and the nobles love it, and I heard it's quite expensive!"

"These guys," Luo Yan rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly, "they're really quite free... If they have that much time, they might as well do a few quests."

He originally thought he had seen all sorts of outrageous behavior from the players and thought it couldn't get any more ridiculous, yet this time they surprised him once again by putting him directly on the dining table.

However, since they hadn't caused too much chaos, he decided not to fuss with them.

The demons in the motley liked to enjoy themselves, and that was their business. He wasn't that petty.

Moreover, he's not the only Demon King.

Youyou mischievously covered his mouth with an abstract hand, snickering as he said.

"So, Lord Demon King, do you want to punish them a bit? After all, they are conducting business under your name without your permission."

"Punish who? The goblins who opened the hotpot shop in Demon City without permission?" Luo Yan chuckled and shook his head, "They made it the Devil's Hotpot, not Luo Yan's Hotpot... But you did remind me, it's best we register a trademark."

Promoting the culture of the Great Graveyard isn't a bad thing; in the short term, it can increase the Power of Faith, and in the long term, it could undermine the foundations of Lord Demon God.

However, if we allow this trend to grow unchecked, it's hard to say we won't end up with "success of the goblins, failure of the goblins."

After pondering for a moment, Luo Yan waved his Magic Wand, letting the floating quill write in his notebook.

"How to package Devil's Hotpot is up to the major guilds of Demon City, but those marked with the seal of Black Wind Castle's Lord's Mansion are a different story... I request that you register a trademark in the name of the Lord's Mansion and declare that only products with this seal are truly recognized by the Demon King. And to gain the Demon King's recognition, they must pass the quality testing standards designated by the Demon King, and any product without this seal is unrelated to the Great Graveyard."

After a brief pause, he continued.

"Since they are trading under my name, they are not allowed to add strange things to the pot or make any customers sick!"

After the quill finished writing, it quietly fell into the pen holder.

Luo Yan stamped his seal on the paper, planning to hand it to the Steward of the Lord's Mansion to advance this matter.

Once it is settled, he will inform Isabelle, the "star reporter" of the Abyss Times, to publish this in the newspaper.

This guy has been doing quite well at the newspaper recently and seems to be on the verge of becoming a shareholder. Asking her to handle a small matter for him is just a matter of saying hello.

At this moment, the office door was gently knocked on, and the old steward's steady voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Miss Mia is here, hoping to see you."

Luo Yan was just about to hand over the trademark registration matter when the unexpected visitor caused him to be slightly taken aback.

Before he could open his mouth to respond, the door was suddenly pushed open energetically, and a familiar figure swiftly slipped inside, looking at him with a mischievous smile and a confident curve at the corners of her mouth.

"... Hehehe, didn't expect this, Luo Yan classmate, I personally came to your office to check your work."

The old steward turned around in surprise to look at this little ancestor, not expecting him to actually follow inside. He then looked at the Demon King with a bemused expression until the latter nodded to signal him, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief, left, and closed the door.

"It's not like I didn't expect it, it's not your first time here," Luo Yan gently smiled and made a gesture to sit, "Feel free to sit."

Mia didn't hold back and plopped herself down on the sofa next to the bookshelf, crossing her long, fair legs over her knee, as she fanned the air with her hand while looking at the roaring fireplace.

"Having a fireplace on in broad daylight, don't you feel hot?"

"Is there any difference between day and night in Hell? I just think the lighting is nicer, whether it's hot or not doesn't really matter," Luo Yan said casually, lightly waving his Magic Wand, allowing the silver teapot to float and gracefully pour a cup of tea for Miss Mia.

Holding the teacup, Mia took a small sip and then placed it aside, muttering, trying to start a conversation.

"By the way, why aren't you in your office at the Parliament Building? I've visited several times, and you're never there..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Who has the leisure to stay there... Didn't you ask your dad before you left?"

Mia pouted, averting her gaze as she said.

"Who knows where that guy has gone... He's been all secretive every day, not saying a word to me."

Luo Yan: "Then... what about Mrs. Serena?"

"They always disappear together..." Mia suddenly showed a pitiful expression, looking at Luo Yan, "Don't you think it's too much? It's been like this since childhood, every day when I wake up, the main building of the entire estate is just left with me alone..."