sweet conquest of the devil gl

Floria was sleeping soundly in the dark, her small face was exposed, her mouth was tightly squeezed, and it merged with the entire quilt into a curled ball.

Barbatos bent down, brushed his fingers across his smooth face, and withdrew his hand when Floria moaned.

The loyal devil was sitting sideways beside the devil's bed, his scarlet eyes were watching the devil's breathing with great interest.

"Barbatos, I need your help with something." Meera's head emerged from the floor, followed by Meera's entire body.

"Need me to teach you how to speak again?"

Meera's high-heeled boots landed on the carpet, lightly and silently: "No need, this is not the devil world, I don't need to use honorific titles for you."

The mere [general devil] dared to speak to her in such a tone, and Barbatos was only one step away from Meera in the next second.

Under her gaze, Meera remained proud: "In this world, my monarch is only Miss Floria, and this is my loyalty."

The momentum that suppressed her gradually dissipated, and Barbatos approved the answer: "Heh, are you going to hide under His Highness's wings? It's a good idea."

"The matter I'm raising now is also beneficial to Miss Floria." Meera reported meticulously: "Miss' previous plan to let me contact spellcasters from all over the world through the magic tower was very successful. I have established friendly and cooperative relations with the three forces, but now The faction contacted is not loyal."

"Another place where the dim sum sect infiltrated?"

"Yes."

Dim Sum Sect is what the three devils, Barbatos, Xinlian, and Mela, call the Devil's Returning Sect. As authentic devils, they actually hate certain propaganda and practices of the Devil's Returning Sect.

So mean and boring, it tarnished the reputation of the devils.pollute the environment and waste food.

"Xin Lian, guard Your Highness."

The black windbreaker was draped over Barbatos' shoulders, and the butler's costume was covered by the magic uniform for battle, flashing red dark lines.

Meera was originally dressed as a witcher, so she didn't need to change her costume.

"Yes, come back early, you two, I have to screen out those who are not loyal enough and spies for Miss in the middle of the night~" Meng Yao appeared from the chandelier hanging upside down, and lightly jumped onto the soft cushion beside Floria's bed , without a sound.

Not every spellcaster in a magic tower only focuses on practicing magic. In fact, most of them still have to communicate with the world. The different space is not big, and it is impossible to rely on it to grow vegetables.

The devil lord's return to the sect will naturally not let go of the rather mysterious small group of spellcasters, even the cause of the devil's death is inseparable from the spellcasters.

Some spellcasters have one thing in common with members of the Demon Lord Returning Cult: they want to summon the devil and communicate with the devil.

There are various reasons.The arrogant and arrogant strong man wants to have servants of the devil world, and wants to dissect the devil for experiments.Normal ambitious people think that they will not be deceived too badly by the devil, and want to make some mutually beneficial deals with them.

The other part is more dog-legged, simply wanting to sign a contract with a powerful devil, to fulfill some wishes that they can never achieve, or to offer sacrifices to replace their own souls.

The people in this magic tower tonight are the last one.They longed for the favor of powerful demons, but did not want to sacrifice their souls, so they prepared several of the most common sacrifices: boys and girls, precious beasts, and gold, silver and jewels.

There are many people who claim to be the Bishop of the Return of the Demon Lord, and there is one here.

He has gray hair, a thin body, and holds scrolls for contacting the demons in his hands. These scrolls are genuine, and they are more expensive than his old bones.

The lines of magic penetrated from the scroll to the magic circle drawn on the ground bit by bit, and the apprentices around were lying on the ground, not daring to look directly at the bright aura.

On the surface, the sacrificial offering was the old man standing in the center, but in fact the magic circle had moved the scope of the offering to a large number of sacrificial offerings prepared on both sides.The devil is greedy and will only choose what is more valuable.

The old man was well aware of the poor quality of his soul.

Lightning flashed in the center of the array, followed by fog.

The knowledge in his old head told him that there were demons who answered his call.

"My lord! My lord! The monarch from hell!" He didn't understand how ridiculous this sentence would be if it was literally translated into the hell language used by the devil. Anyway, believers from ancient times to the present have shouted this way.

Seeing the tall figure vaguely appearing in the smoke, he worked harder and raised his voice: "I beg you——"

He couldn't finish the sentence because the man with the head and neck separated couldn't say anything.

The sound of the head falling was covered by screams one after another, and most of the screams came from the nearby apprentices, not the numb sacrifices.

"Shut up." After several apprentices arrived on the ground, this simple word silenced the surroundings.

There was nothing but weariness on Meera's face: "You are but my king's trophies." Objects should not make a sound.

"These humans also need me to accompany you? Incompetent." Barbatos sneered ruthlessly. She didn't even have the mood to raise her hand. Since His Highness was not by her side, she was not in the mood to play around with such fine-looking humans.

Meera accepted the criticism frankly: "It's my fault. I didn't expect that there were so many people, and their brains were too small." She covered her mouth in disgust, and the smell of blood here was horrible.

It's like a top foodie locked in a toilet that hasn't been cleaned for a long time, just want to vomit.

The sacrifices are considered Floria's harvest, and they are all still alive.The two devils both knew that His Royal Highness the Devil King cherishes human cubs very much, and there are also members among the companions who are dedicated to raising them.

"Throw all these to Marian. I will be responsible for counting the magic tower and other items." Barbatos pointed at the sacrifices, and Meera nodded.

Meera looked at the children who were used as sacrifices, and it was a pity: there are a few who can practice magic, and the blood level is not up to the grade, not rare enough, she can't enjoy it.

Mera found the main control core of the magic tower, adjusted the connection and positioning of the teleportation array, and teleported to Marian's orphanage together with the sacrifices.

In order to facilitate the work, all the main facilities of His Highness have built teleportation points.

Marianne is sleeping lightly at night, her room is next to the children's dormitory, and as a monster, she can guard them around the clock.

As soon as the aura of the teleportation array dissipated, she woke up and waited at the stairs, looking at Meera and the children behind Meera with a smile on her face.

"Marian, these human cubs are handed over to you, and I have to go back to the Magic Tower to prepare for lessons." After Meera finished speaking, the transmitted aura flickered again.

She still had to produce the test papers for the next day's exam, and she would revise them in the afternoon to give a baptism of love to the apprentices, so she didn't have time to stop here.

Marianne waved her hand, then crouched down to examine the poor children.

A handkerchief appeared in her hand. The handkerchief was slightly damp. When she wiped the wounds of the children lovingly, the blood stains and wounds would disappear at the same time.

Numbness and fear disappeared from the children's eyes, and the sweet fragrance temporarily paralyzed the children's senses, allowing them to fall into a deep sleep.

Somewhat similar to Xinlian, Marianne was born in a dream egg, and hypnotic magic is no longer like magic to her, but more like a talent.

"Don't worry~ I will protect everyone." Marianne's voice became softer and softer.

She will examine the dreams of the children, and if there are parents and relatives who can rely on, she will wash away bad memories as much as possible and send them back.Those who are helpless, just change the bad parts of the memory and let them stay in her family.

She understood that most of His Highness's subordinates were arrogant devils, they would not pay attention to her small movements, and would not make small reports if they noticed.

She is loyal, and what she needs in return is just... to make more children happy.

Marianne hummed beautiful songs and let the children fall into a dream of memories, and then she would go in with the cleaning tools to clean up.

She's a monster now, doesn't get tired, has a long lifespan, and can spend all her time doing this.

Maybe this is the path the gods prepared for her?

Walk behind that strange Highness.

The last gem disappeared into the space, and Barbatos finished linking the two magic towers with satisfaction.

His Highness will be very happy when he wakes up.

Of course the credit belongs to her, what does it have to do with Meera?

He who does not work shall not eat. Meera was obviously stinking away with blood. This guy is really brave enough to let her deal with the aftermath.

If she is still in hell, she will definitely teach this junior how to be arrogant to the superior.

After the transmitted light flickered, Barbatos reappeared in the castle, and there was still a lot of time before sunrise.

She has a lot of time to spend with His Highness.

Of course, there are other options, such as going out to kill a few undercover agents, destroying the random dens of the Dim Sum Sect, or simply randomly selecting a lucky person who wants to harm His Highness to go to hell.

It's a pity that she is not in the mood today, she just wants to tease His Highness and see her delicious expression.

[Barbatos, are these things made of magic? 】

She paused, thinking of His Highness's expression at that time.In addition to unnecessary distress, there is also a trace of... dissatisfaction?

Does His Highness prefer food that is not made of magic or is he not satisfied with the taste of the food?

It was not easy to press down on this thought, so Barbatos simply walked to the kitchen and locked the door.

There are many foods that His Highness likes to eat, and the expression on his face is the cutest when he eats pudding and chocolate cake.

【Barbatos, the cupcakes are really good~】

After a certain banquet, His Highness said so.

Then start making cupcakes.Barbatos took out the corresponding materials and put them aside for later use.The amount of chocolate and sugar must be sufficient, His Highness has a sweet tooth.

Just as she used magic to completely separate the egg white from the yolk, she suddenly thought of something: Does His Highness want to eat food that is completely free from magic?

【Handmade】It seems to be a selling point.There are also demons in hell who insist on eating only certain types of souls, and the reason may be the same.

Barbatos picked up the bowl, and then manually beat the egg whites. Rather than wasting time, His Highness's favor was more important.

The small cupcakes exude the aroma of chocolate. Considering that His Highness hates getting up early, Barbatos thoughtfully used magic to keep it fresh.

A little magic shouldn't be considered cheating as long as it doesn't affect the flavor of the artisanal cake itself.

Stepping into the room, the first thing you see is Xinlian's carefree sleeping posture: Mengyao makes no secret of her love for the little devil, wrapping Floria in her arms like a teddy bear and sleeping soundly.

One could tell at a glance that she was running wild in the dreamland of His Majesty the Demon King.

Barbatos, who is familiar with the nature of the dream monster, only cares a little bit. She put the cake plate on the bedside, grabbed Floria's little paw sticking out of the quilt, and entered the dream of His Highness the Demon King together.

In the Crystal Palace, a lot of plush toy-like animals rolled around. His Highness the Great Demon King was playing a video game, and Christina and Xinlian were squatting beside him.

"Your Highness, why don't you attack the one on the left!"

"No~ I like the one on the right~"

Looking at their backs, Barbatos suddenly felt that the concern just now was unnecessary.

"Ah, it's Barbatos! Shall we play together?" Floria poked her head out, "Are you a Lolicon or a Royal Sister, all the games you want are in your dream—"

The devil waved his hand, returned to the real world, dragged the sleeping little devil out of Xinlian's arms, and hugged him well.

"Your Highness."

Floria's expression was serene.

"Your Highness, you are scheduled to deal with twenty letters today, so let your subordinates wake you up earlier."

Floria's expression gradually turned gray from serene.

"..."

Lips suddenly touched the unusually sweet and soft...cake!

Floria opened her eyes suddenly, and bit down on half of the paper cup and a small piece of finger—fortunately, the finger grew on Barbatos's hand neatly and was not bitten off.

"Wow - Barbatos, are you all right?"

After regaining consciousness, Floria recalled that the devil would not be easily bitten, and immediately changed her words: "Why did you put your finger in my king's mouth, it's disrespectful."

"Your Highness, how about today's cake?" Barbatos tore off the other half of the paper cup and discarded it, not expecting His Highness to wake up so quickly.

"It's delicious... I'll feed you next time when I wake up."

"Is it more delicious than before?"

"Hmm~" Floria nodded firmly after pondering for a moment.

The corners of Barbatos' lips raised, and he handed over the rest of the cake: "Your Highness, ah~"

"Ah~"

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