Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

There are very few records about the Wingman race, which is pitifully rare. All Caville knows is that it is an extremely ferocious race. As for the extent of this extremely ferocious race, in his opinion, at most That is to say, he invaded one or two small countries and did some indescribable things, so when Sigma said the number 33, his brain crashed directly.

"33! Why don't you directly rule the world when you are so powerful?"

It has invaded 33 countries, which is unimaginable for Kavel, who once lived in a peaceful and prosperous age, but thinking that this is a country with only human beings and there are thousands of worlds, this does not seem to be true. What a big deal.

"A lot? As long as it is a slightly stronger country, the aggression it has carried out will far exceed this number."

"You also know that it is a powerful country, and the reason for Yiren's fall back to this end is that you still haven't figured it out?"

There is no perfect economic system, but there are always wars that hurt money and the people. Wingman's behavior, which can be called death, makes Carville feel dizzy.

"Tsk! Miscalculation, miscalculation. If I knew it earlier, I would have found a more reliable partner." Carville picked up the map on the table and handed it to Sigma. Point it out to me here, you shouldn’t have forgotten this, right?”

Sigma nodded: "Well, those are the glory of Yiren, I remember clearly."

"Forget it all from today, such distorted glory will lead people into the abyss."

In a short while, Sigma marked all kinds of small dots on the map, 33 of which were not bad, and they were evenly distributed, forming a straight line from the northernmost pole to Silvermoon City. Seeing this, Cavel Some curiously looked at Sigma with a serious face.

"Are you from the North?"

"Well, the Yiren are originally a race living in the polar regions." Sigma looked out the window, his eyes showing a trace of nostalgia for his hometown, although he was looking in the south.

"We live in caves formed naturally in the polar regions. In order to keep out the cold, we were covered with feathers in addition to wings at that time. We searched for food in the cold wind during the day, and hugged each other for warmth at night. Although life is not So beautiful, yet so peaceful.”

"Then why did you leave the Pole?"

"Because the climate there is getting worse and worse." Seemingly recalling the unbearable past, Sigma's eyes dimmed, "In the beginning, it only snowed heavily from time to time, but soon the temperature became lower and lower, until finally With the blizzard blowing day and night, it is already difficult for us to survive in such a place, and we were forced to leave our hometown under the leadership of the sacrificial lord."

Natural disasters are always the worst enemy of humble life. The reasons for the Winged Humans to leave the polar region are sympathetic, but Cavel's attention is completely focused on a certain name that Sigma accidentally mentioned.

"Master Priest?" Suddenly grabbing Sigma's shoulder, Cavel stared closely at his eyes, "Who is Lord Priest? Where is he now?"

No wonder Cavel was anxious. After all, this guy whom Sigma called "Master" might be the biggest benefit to Britain brought by cooperation with the Winged Human Race.

"Master Sacrifice is dead." Unfortunately, Sigma's next words calmed Cavel's heart, "I was killed by an inexplicable human on the way of migration."

"Human? And there's only one?"

A bad feeling suddenly emerged in Cavel's heart. If nothing else, the priest Sigma mentioned should be the observer of the Winged Human Race. Before that, he wondered why the Winged Human Race had no observers. It has been killed a long time ago, but do humans really exist who can single-handedly kill the observer.

"How did that human kill that priest?"

It was beyond Sigma's expectation that Cavel would be so concerned about the matter of offering sacrifices to the Lord. He frowned and thought for a while, and he gave his own answer: "It happened so suddenly at that time, I only remember being in the ice and snow. Suddenly a human being wrapped in clothes with only one head exposed came out, and then he said something to the priest, and then the priest suddenly fell down in the snow and became a corpse. We were on the spot Caught the human, but if I'm right, it's just a puppet."

It really is that guy!
Cavel has only seen one being who can kill with just one sentence, the timid Saxon observer who manipulates the laws of language.

"Do you know anything?" Looking at Cavel's expression mixed with anger and fear, Sigma's eyes suddenly shot out.

"Well, I know, but even if I tell you, you can't do anything."

It was Saxon observers who killed the priests of the winged people, and the Saxons are a powerful race that is not inferior to the British in combat power. It is impossible for the current winged people to defeat them, not to mention the observers of the winged people are already cold. There is no capital for revenge.

It was obviously impossible for Sigma to accept such an answer. Seeing that his expression gradually became ferocious, Cavel quickly patted him on the shoulder to stop him from running away.

"In order to prevent you from doing stupid things, I will not tell you the identity of that person for the time being. But you can rest assured that that guy is also an enemy of Britain, and I will kill him."

Kill him brutally in the same way as that guy.

……

In the following time, Cavel told Sigma in detail how to change the style of the winged people. After listening, the patriarch of the winged people had an expression that I thought was impossible.

"Is that really all right?"

"Of course not." Caville shook his head as a matter of course, "That's a serious crime of violating other people's territory, how can it be so simple."

"Then what's the point of what we do?"

"Well... things have to be done step by step, so it is necessary to show favor to others. Of course, few people will accept it as a winged human race, so I need you to change your identity."

An identity that has never appeared in this world but is more noble than an elf.

……

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Several days have passed since the incident of the Winged Human Race, and these days, Cavill has not been idle at all.

The first is the problem of the slave girls who were rescued. In order to prevent them from being abducted again inexplicably, on the second day after returning, Cavill removed the "time bomb" in their bodies, according to the agreement with the dark elf girl. , Cavell naturally asked them whether they would like to work with him, and the answer was yes, and the homeless girls agreed to Caville almost without hesitation.

"Although I said that in order to look handsome, how should I arrange them?"

In addition to the cat-human girl Lacey, the rabbit-eared girl Ruby and the dark elf Knight, there are now five more girls from various races beside Cavel, and three of them are the orcs that humans prefer. As for the other two girls, it gave him a bit of a headache.

"Lamia and slime"?
Strictly speaking, Lamia can actually be regarded as a member of the Beastman tribe, but they were expelled from this big family by the Beastman tribe hundreds of years ago. The men of the orc tribe complained endlessly. After all, no one wanted to be kidnapped suddenly by a big sister with a snake tail on the way home. After all, it was not uncommon for male orcs in their prime to be restrained to suffocation by Lamia.

"Did you be dragged down to hell the moment you entered heaven? It's really scary." Recalling the eyes of the little Lamia girl who was rescued looking at him full of desire, Caville couldn't help trembling, " No wonder the orcs want to drive Lamia out, showing such dangerous eyes, I am also afraid."

Bringing such a girl by his side was too dangerous for himself and others, but Cavel couldn't just ignore her.

As for another girl whose prototype is slime, it is even more troublesome for Cavel.

Slimes, low-level monsters, are everywhere around the green forest in Wulu Village. These non-aggressive but extremely annoying monsters have turned Lucy into a bad appearance covered in white liquid in broad daylight more than once, and That slime girl is the product of slime evolution. Even though she has become a human and even learned to speak, she will still attack young and beautiful girls instinctively.

In other words, wisdom was born without any common sense.

"Speaking of which, Lucy seems to be entangled with that child... It would be great if we could become friends."

Same as Lamia's problem, although slime is not fatal, it is just as dangerous. If you don't pay attention, it will bring white burning hell to the beautiful young ladies, spraying flaming water on their faces, bodies, and hair. Fishy white liquid...

"So, have I picked up a treasure?"

cough!
Inexplicably, a team of monster girls and maids was formed. Generally speaking, Cavel's mood is still a bit complicated. On the one hand, he is happy that his childhood dream can be realized, on the other hand, he can't help but care about other people's eyes .

"You don't need to care about it at all, teacher, I know you are just trying to help them, and you don't have any other thoughts, so don't care about other people's eyes, just keep your chest up."

Lily's words of encouragement came from behind, so Caville turned his head embarrassingly: "Since you trust me so much, Lily, can you follow me when I take a shower?"

Cavel was lying in the exchanged bathtub and taking a hot bath. Beside the bathtub was Lily who had blushed for a long time but never moved a step.

"No! I know that you can teleport, teacher. What if you ran to those children while taking a bath?"

So what I care about is your vision!