After sealing the devil

The brave man's magic core recovered quickly, and within a few days it condensed from a powder to a spherical shape.But it was still very fragile, unable to suppress Xue Ling's strength.

Ever since the Demon King's attitude became ambiguous, the brave man has been caught in a tangle.

Because he also wanted to ask the Demon King to interpret the ancient spirit language of his companion A Mo, and he was still thinking about the library of the Demon Palace.

But if it is brought up now, won't it be suspected of becoming a scum who uses feelings?

But he really wanted to know the content of those ancient spirit words.

After struggling, the brave man decided that he should be a scumbag.

So the brave man asked the devil: "Do you know the ancient spirit language?"

Demon King: "A little bit. How?"

Reliable.Much more reliable than the previous Demon King.

The brave man continued: "Then can you translate two books for me? Or teach me the ancient spirit language?"

The Demon King showed a meaningful and somewhat smug smile: "You have something to ask me..."

The brave man said without guilt: "Yes."

"Okay." The Demon King said bluntly, "Bring the book."

"..." The brave man was silent for a while, "Don't you ask for something?"

"No." The Demon King looked confident, "I think it would be more beneficial to sell you a favor."

Brave: "..." That makes sense.

He took out a pen and paper from the interspatial bag, drew the first page according to what his companion A silently wrote in his memory, and handed it to the Demon King.

The Demon King took the paper: "...is this the ancient spirit language?"

After Companion A's scribbled dictation and Brave's inaccurate engraving, the words on the paper are very illegible.

The brave man hesitated for a moment: "It should."

The Demon King worked hard to identify, and finally recognized it: "It means... light. There is also a place and a time point. The place is in the west of the Demon Realm, and the time point is probably... thousands of years ago?"

The brave man glanced at a piece of paper full of writing: "Is that all?"

"The ancient spirit language is the most accurate language in the world. The pattern is developed from the ancient spirit language." The devil waved the paper in his hand, "As long as you calculate according to the astronomical astrology, you can know the specific time and place . Let’s calculate after the translation of the whole book. This should be the record of the Holy See.”

The brave man nodded: "Yes."

While the brave man and the devil were working on the translation work, companion A picked up a rabbit and roasted it in the forest.

Companion A has been hiding from place to place these days.

Kings have never been able to bear being deceived.He was angry with the princess who had kept the matter a secret, but the princess had signed a non-disclosure agreement as an excuse, and the king could not blame it.The bishop is high and powerful, and the Pope is a shield. The news about the fake brave man has been blocked, and it cannot be used as a reason for the apparent arrest. The king can't find another excuse for the time being.So the king put all his anger on Companion A, and issued a death order, chasing and beating Companion A fiercely, and he was bound to catch him.

The princess was under strict supervision, and it was difficult to contact Companion A, and the Holy See was under strict surveillance. Only Companion B, although well-connected, did not want to offend the king with little effort, and could provide little help.

Companion A originally wanted to ask the brave man for help in finding a place with high concealment, but he couldn't contact the brave man no matter what.He guessed that the brave man had sealed his spiritual power, so he had to endure it day by day.

After eating the roasted rabbit, he washed his face by the river, washed his hands again, and wiped them clean with a rag. Then he took out the self-portrait of the princess from the newly bought space bag, admired it silently, and hopelessly expected an answer from the other side.

Then, the portrait suddenly made a sound.

The voice was muffled, muffled, intermittent, and hard to hear.

"...Hahahaha, you really are just like your father!" An indistinguishable voice came from a male and female, with a bit of madness in his tone, "Isn't puppetry a crime that must be destroyed? If you don't touch those things, I will There is really no way to catch you so easily..."

Companion A frowned and thought about it, but he didn't feel familiar with the voice.

...The puppet technique...has something to do with the pavilion master?Is partner B involved?How could he be bad for the princess?How many people know that the princess was taken away?

What is going on?

"...Who are you?" The princess sounded very weak.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is..."

"You are a puppet master." The princess interrupted the other party's speech with affirmative tone.

"...How much do you know?" The voice paused and asked suspiciously.

There was a long silence.

The princess's hoarse voice sounded: "...the brave..."

"The brave...? A fairy tale about the brave saving the princess? Fairy tales are so beautiful..."

The princess snorted suddenly.The voice from the portrait was interrupted.

Companion A realizes that the princess is reminding him to find the hero.He dug out the ice cubes from the interspatial bag, holding a trace of luck, and shouted anxiously: "Brave, brave, brave, brave..."

No echo.

"Woo..." Companion A squatted down dejectedly, feeling a little dazed for a while.

Besides the brave, who else can...

Companion A suddenly stood up.

After a while, the hunting soldiers saw the fake brave man throwing himself into the trap.

"Let me meet the king once, please." Said the fake brave.