Demon Lord Red Book

She fell asleep in a daze.

For some reason, I dreamed about something from my childhood.I don't feel nostalgic at all, but my childhood was full of boring things.It was hot and uncomfortable in her sleep, and she guessed it was because the underground air was not well circulated.

However, in the dream, apart from the stubborn father and the blurred older sister, there seemed to be someone always involved in her life.Whether she is training in her own training ground, or on various journeys, or floating in the dreamless gap, there is always a pair of eyes watching her.Indifferent and indifferent.

There was a subtle familiarity to the color.

She woke up.She saw the owner of the eyes, and she was literally being watched.

For a moment, Stella even thought that she had been in a daze for more than 50 years like a dream, and that she was just a dream in Nanke of Huaxu Immortal Kingdom, and when she woke up, she couldn't even wake up.

But she did 'wake up'.The purple-eyed demon sat beside her holding a large stack of papers, looking down at her with half of his eyes.She did realize that it was a demon watching her... her dreams.

She had a splitting headache and said in a low voice, "You are peeping at my dream..."

The devil sneered: "I don't want to watch it. It's just that your desire is too strong. I'm not interested in human dreams at all."

She then said in a merciless tone: "You have been arrested. This is the indictment. After reading it, if you have nothing to defend, just sign it."

Stella took the thin piece of paper.The headache still lingered in the back of the cerebellum, bringing about a numb reaction as if it had been drugged.She finished it with the indifference of reading a small gossip newspaper, hesitated for a moment between the crimes, took the pen next to her and signed her name.

The demon noticed her signature, and pointed as if nothing had happened: "Sign the surname."

She sighed and added the word Raven.The devil took back the guilt statement, pressed the seal, and then pieces of the guilt statement flew up and dissipated.At that moment, she felt the back of her ear become hot and painful.She gritted her teeth and endured until the pain disappeared.She knew it was a symbol of being engraved with the stripes of a sinner, but she said nothing.

The demon did not leave.

Just as Stella was about to raise her head to ask what was the matter, there was the sound of someone hitting the door frame with a bang from the other side of the door.She looked up and saw that it was the mentor Mitila who came in with a distressed expression, rubbing her head, holding a stool in one hand and a teapot in the other. It didn't look like walking into the devil's stronghold at all.

The demon motioned for Mytila ​​to sit beside her.And Mitila sat beside her without any scruples, picked up a cup from the table on one side and poured it for her.Looking at the condition of the cup, the two of them should have been drinking tea and chatting here just now.

A smell of Mithila's homemade milk tea wafted from the cup.

This made her very nostalgic.Mitila adds bitter brown sugar to the milk tea every time, which is easy to distinguish.At this moment, the devil was adding that tremblingly bitter brown sugar into the cup in large quantities. She trembled, unable to imagine what it tasted like.

Seeing her like that, the devil took out a transparent cup out of nowhere, filled it with milk tea and handed it to her.

She held the cup and remained silent.At this time, Mitila took the other materials in the demon's hands, and immediately yelled: "Where did you get these?"

The devil held up the information in an old-fashioned way and said, "The era of big data, my dear."

Immediately, the two turned around at the same time.The back of Stella's neck shrank slightly - she knew it was time to explain something.

Mitila then looked at the slightly displeased demon, whose tail was wagging, and asked, "Am I first or you first?"

"It's not your wish, it doesn't matter."

So Mitila wiped her nose with a little embarrassment, but she spoke to the devil first: "Then I'll talk first. This child——"

"No, let me tell."

Although it is very strange that the mentor is familiar with this demon.But she doesn't feel too much emotion now, she just wants to prevent the other party from telling her things.Stella put the cup back on the table and made a knock.She then said in an emotionless tone like a primary school student reading a composition:

"...My name is Stella. Stella Raven, I used to work for the Shield of Purity."

This sentence expresses the past tense, and the consciousness is that she has left herself and Mitila completely.She didn't look up, and continued mechanically: "My family is a traditional paladin family. But in fact, we have a tradition that is unknown to outsiders."

The devil used his hand as a pen, wrote something, and then signaled her to continue with his eyes.

She then read on like clockwork: "My ancestors were angel knights who achieved the body of an angel with human power, but even so he did not cross the line of human beings. What he pursued all his life is something more than Boundary things."

The devil sighed and said: "He is crazy. It's not good to be a person, so he insisted on becoming an angel, but he felt that it was not good to be an angel, so he left the angel and refused to change back into a human. What did he want to do, become a devil? ?”

Because of her status, for some reason, such words are particularly convincing.

At this moment, Mitila is holding a jar of honey-made sour plums and chewing them, and said without any nostalgia: "Don't talk about it, you can't be a god anyway, it seems like you can't be promoted, why don't you think about other things?" Work... people want to get promoted."

The demon returned your shut-up eyes, and at the same time picked up a handful of sour plums and stuffed them into her mouth.

She pointed at Stella: "Go on."

"Actually, my ancestors worshiped a certain existence. And our ancestors have pursued summoning that existence for generations, constantly looking for methods and materials that can be summoned. But we have never succeeded..."

"Aren't you very successful..." The demon also picked up a pile of sour plums and chewed it, and he slurred half of his words before suddenly reacting: "You guys want to summon the sky—"

Unexpectedly, Stella shook her head and sighed: "No, it's not, but you won't understand. Lady Mitila might understand..."

Mitila didn't react for a long time, so she let out an ah.The demon rolled up the information and tapped her on the head: "Don't interrupt. Anyway, you gather together, who do you want to summon? Don't tell me it's——wait, are you..."

Her expression was in a trance for a moment.Mitila finally finished her meal, and continued to ask unconsciously: "Has Raven ever admired anyone? Why don't I know, it's impossible..."

She took out a notebook as if nothing had happened.This book looks a bit familiar, it is a brown cover, and it is reinforced with magic, so it will not break after a thousand years.In short, she took out the book and flipped through several pages, read it for a long time, and then closed the book muttering that it was impossible.

By the way, the demon is still in a subtle trance, and her legs are still moving back subtly.

"Did you guys have some misunderstanding? At that time, Raven stopped talking about angels, and didn't even care about gods. How could you worship—"

The demon grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth.Its strength was so great that it even pushed Mitila's body weighing more than 400 kilograms to the ground, making a sound like being hit by a pile driver.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the demon pointed at her (there was still a flame burning in his hand), and his voice was cold and oppressive:

"That doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who you summon. I have a few questions to ask you next, please answer truthfully."

Although she spoke in a neither hasty nor slow manner, the tension pervaded her words, which made Stella unable to help speeding up her speech: "Yes."

The devil turned to the next page and continued to ask: "First of all, how long have you been doing this?"

"We've been looking for a way since our ancestors passed away. It's been a while since we started summoning."

"Who taught you to summon?"

"We have always had people... those who have not become paladins, who are in charge of contact. But I don't know that they have reached the point where they need to summon the ancient gods, and I don't know them. They..."

The ancient gods cannot transmit information through a certain medium.But in the end there is another way, that is, people.Human minds can contact the Old Gods—but scrolls, or any kind of scroll-like thing, cannot contact the Old Gods.If they were not suddenly chosen by the ancient gods, most of them were passed down from the family, which is in line with the facts.

The devil sighed and said calmly, "So, who was at the manor that night?"

"It's my older sister, Luna. She's the... liaison for this generation."

"Is the method also collected from your many years of paladin career?"

"No. To be precise—the last few years. I don't know what happened, I don't know. I really don't know why, where did they... know? Why do they know this?"

"what do you know?"

But Stella stopped talking.As if she was suddenly strangled by the neck, she suddenly became completely quiet, and even her movements decreased.She was as motionless as a puppet placed there.Mitila, who didn't dare to make a sound when she sat up, was stunned, and quietly pushed the demon: "What is she doing?"

The demon curled his lips and shot suddenly.

The movement of her reaching out was very skillful, but very natural, as natural as brushing the dust off Stella's head.

But she actually reached out and rubbed Stella's head into the quilt.The strength of his strikes and the tricky angle of friction made Mitila amazed.When she finally let go, Stella's hair was all in a mess.

She stared at the demon dumbfounded.But the demon seemed completely unrelieved. He reached out and grabbed her face and pressed it against the wall. He rolled at least ten laps like an old man rolling a fitness ball before letting go.But she rolled so deftly that Stella's head was not hurt at all.She was so rubbed that she almost vomited out.

"Say it."

The demon uttered a word in a grim tone.Unfortunately, Stella found herself completely unable to disobey this order.

The author has something to say:

That's magic.It's not the effect of rubbing your head.