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Stage2. The day I got a job——Liat: I finally got a job to support myself, telling stories for the devil.

It is said in the book that the devil is moody and angry, and the subordinates who fail to handle things will be killed by the devil.

==But our Majesty seems to only like... listening to stories?Listen to other people's stories without expression.The high priest kept talking until he passed out, three legion commanders fell down, and all the dukes of the imperial capital were killed, His Majesty still remained expressionless.

Worse, there is no story left to tell, what to do.

All the court officials of the Demon Race expressed their anxiety, how can His Majesty the Demon King be happy?

"Troublers?" the Great Elder suggested.

"Do you need me to repeat it for you again? Your Majesty doesn't like to hear others use! Sing!!" The high priest replied.

"Novelist?" The Great Elder rethought his suggestion.

"We are the noble demons, why would we want to see those sad illusions of human beings in the west about the future, present and past that have no nutritional value? Only those who are full of uncertainty about the future will want to rely on those Illusory stories find the meaning of survival." Generally speaking, the demons are a very pragmatic and serious race. They believe that even stories should be full of rigor and textual research, based on facts, and simply lack imagination. Most of all, they despise humans.

"...I don't know who used the neural connection crystal to secretly connect to the World Net to read the science fiction novel about 'the last ancient human being'." The Great Elder muttered.

The high priest immediately changed his face, but didn't speak again, because he really lacked the position to lead by example.

"Maybe we can find them from the half-demon orphans on the streets of the imperial capital? They have good eloquence and flexible minds in order to survive. They can tell His Majesty about their lives, or what they discovered happened in the empire. "After all, I still find someone to make up stories.

All the demons bowed their heads in thought.

"The most important thing is that if they offend His Majesty, it would not be a pity to kill them directly, and there is no need to pay compensation." The financial officer added.

"agree."

"Seconded."

"Second proposal +1."

Passed unanimously.

As a result, nine private meetings held by court officials on "How to make His Majesty the Demon King happy" No. 20 successfully led the chief of the imperial guards (equivalent to the chief of the police station) to lead a team to engage in child trafficking on the streets of the imperial capital.

"For the thousandth time, we are looking for orphans who can tell stories for His Majesty, not abducted children!" The chief of the imperial guards threw away all his aristocratic demeanor, and burst into a rage in the street.He had been ridiculed for a while because of the task that was put on him. Now that the civilians passing by dared to look at him strangely, he finally broke out.

What answered him was the ambiguous look of "I understand" from others.

What do you know?You know pi... Before he completely degenerates into a commoner who yells and curses vulgar language, the noble upbringing that has been ingrained in the head of the Imperial Guard for many years stopped him in time.After crushing the decoration on a relief pillar by the side of the street, the chief of the imperial guard tried his best to suppress the endless anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there any district in the imperial capital that we haven't visited? "

"Young school." The clerk next to him (equivalent to the assistant chief of the police station, secretary, etc.) answered concisely.

"You mean, prison?" Juvenile Mozu Correctional Institute, referred to as Juvenile Correctional Institute.

"Yes. We have no choice, Your Excellency." The clerk had to speak to remind his chief that the situation they were facing was serious.

These days they have captured, uh, no, found dozens of different orphans and sent them to the Barberet Palace, but most of the orphans have been disqualified by the High Priest before meeting His Majesty. Several of them fainted from fright after seeing His Majesty's stern face, or fainted from crying, and the only remaining one was officially laid off this morning.The mountains are at the end of the river, but that's all.

"You want me to send the half-demons with bad conduct and criminal records to His Majesty?"

"Can we... choose from children who have committed lesser crimes? As you know, it just so happened that after His Majesty woke up from the Kabbalah tree of life, in order to welcome His Majesty into the imperial capital, the high priest temporarily promulgated the crime of 'lack of grooming', the imperial capital There are many orphans on the streets locked up because of this." The clerk replied cautiously.

As we all know, the blond high priest of the Demon Race is a very clean freak.

"I prefer to call that offense 'distastement', and I don't think it's a misdemeanor. They should have been punished for their indecency." Priests have a common language.

"But as long as we clean them up and put them in neat clothes, they are innocent, which is the easiest," said the clerk.

"Okay, that's it."

Barr, the capital of the Eastern Demon Realm, behind the prosperity there are always many little people struggling in the mud. For example, Lier, a half-demon orphan with an unknown father, was sent to the No. [-] Juvenile Detention Center for the crime of "disorderly grooming".

Eliel was smart and cunning, he would not have been caught, but because life in prison was far better than him living and sleeping outside, he resolutely begged to be imprisoned, and he would not leave until he had passed this difficult winter.It's a pity that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. After the chief of the Imperial Guard suddenly condescended to come here, Lier had this premonition.

Then, the premonition came true.

Because he usually behaved too well and flattered the warden too much, Lear got this "once-in-a-lifetime opportunity" for early sentencing.Shooting himself in the foot, even the most cunning little tricksters on the streets of Barr sometimes miss.

"Your Majesty Lucifer, you know who he belongs to, don't you?" The clerk was giving Lierkop the reason why he could be released from prison early.

Of course, the one who got him in prison, Lear thought, and the main reason why the news broadcast in the damn Neural Link crystal is still looping and continuing to harass him.

[Content in the news broadcast: The beautiful hostess of the demon race, Qin Kebeier, announced to the entire Eastern Demon Realm with the brightest smile allowed within the scope of etiquette that our long-awaited great ancestor, His Majesty the Demon Lord Lucifer, has finally re-emerged from the tree of life. woke up. XX sent a congratulatory message from OO, and XXX sent a congratulatory message from OOO...] Lier naturally has no respect for this demon king who has been waiting for thousands of years for the demons to wake up. He said, when your life In the unlucky stage of not knowing where your next meal will be, reverence has already been thrown in the trash.

"...Now, would you like to serve His Majesty the great Demon Lord Lucifer, Beor?" asked the clerk.Finding someone to tell stories for His Majesty this time is based on the spirit of voluntary self-help magic. They can only take people away with their own consent, the damn "Magic Power Act (215th Amendment)".

Beo?Lear thought for a while before he remembered that that was the name of the previous unlucky owner of the nerve connection crystal he was using now, and it was also...his pseudonym.Also, what is he going to agree to?Sorry, he was a little distracted just now and missed all the key words.

"Your answer, boy." The chief of the Guards, who had always been pretentious and arrogant in front of outsiders, was a little impatient.

"Do you provide three meals and accommodation?" Lear asked bluntly.

"Of course." The chief of the Imperial Guard twitched slightly, "We will even provide you with a job with salary and position, as long as you can satisfy His Majesty."

"make a deal."

"very good……"

"Wait, what am I going to do?" Lear seemed to suddenly think of something, "I don't provide sexual services."

This made the chief of the Imperial Guard look at Lear from looking at a tissue to looking at a used tissue. He said with disdain and disgust: "Only dirty half-demons will To think of such a thing that would tarnish the minds of nobles!"

"True nobles don't call others half-demons. Your Excellency, my official scientific name is Viviparous Demons, thank you." Lear shot back. He could call himself a half-demon, and so could those around him who were in the same situation. Call him a demi-demon, but he won't allow those posturing aristocrats who disgust him to call him a demi-demon insultingly.

Today's demons are divided into two basic levels, the tree-born demons born from the Kabbalah tree of life, and the viviparous demons born from the mating of demons and other races. The traditional tree-born demons are regarded as different from other races. Combination is a disgrace, so naturally they despise the viviparous demons even more.

Sooner or later, I'll stand and pee on the heads of these eye-over-the-top aristocrats.Lear has established such a lofty and great ambition in his heart since he was a child.

"I hope you can use your sharp tongue to tell stories for His Majesty." The Chief of the Imperial Guard finally took a step back, because he was really in a hurry.

It turned out to be telling a story... Wait!To the devil, tell a story? !Lil's gray eyes widened in disbelief.

And Lear's unbelievability continued until he was washed once, passed the high priest's test, was washed again, put on uncomfortable gorgeous clothes, and sent to His Majesty the Demon King Lucifer , it has not been eliminated.

In the warm flower room, the warm sunlight pours down from the transparent glass panels. The handsome young man with black hair and black eyes is lying on the recliner. From a distance, he seems to be lying in a sea of ​​flowers. It must be the most beautiful in the world. The scenery, at least, is what Lear has seen before.After getting closer, Lier realized his own stupidity. The appearance of that young man is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and time is frozen for it, frozen in a moment of eternity.

The young man turned his head and gave him a slight smile, like the sun melting ice and snow in spring, and nodded slightly, indicating that Lil could start telling stories.

Nothing is inappropriate, so elegant, so noble, as if it could only happen in a fairy tale.

At that moment, the devil was born from the heart.

Lear began to believe that there really was some kind of crazy belief in this world. For the sake of the gods in front of him, he could give everything he had, regardless of anything in return.

So when telling stories, Lear worked extra hard. He tried to make himself speak like those nobles, slow, lazy, and cadenced like singing, but he made a certain pronunciation of himself feel awkward. It is standard and clear, and conveys the feelings to the other party's ears very well through language.

Lier tells a story about names, which is also Lier's favorite story. It has a slightly fabled color. The demons believe that names are full of magic and also herald the trajectory of future destiny. Lier has always wanted to be an adult Give yourself a sufficiently domineering name from time to time.

After the story was told, the young man with black hair and black eyes spoke in front of Lil for the first time, and he asked, "Name."

"Mine?" Lear was flattered. This not only meant that he was satisfied with that adult and could get this stable job, but also meant that someone he tried his best to please responded to him for the first time and let him His flattery did not turn into self-indulgence.Lier replied briskly and brightly, "My name is Liat, Your Majesty. They all thought I was called Beo, but I just want to tell you that my name is Liat, and you can call me Lil."

"You can call me Louis, Lou," said the grown-up.

"Louis?" Lear is actually very talented in language, so even if the "Louis" that the adult said is not the common language of the demons, he still learned and pronounced it all at once, "Louis? Lucifer?"

"Yeah." The adult seemed a little tired, he closed his eyes, and Lear guessed that he probably wanted to rest.

Lear kept his mouth shut. After saluting, he tried his best to show respect and retreated. He just kept chanting the name of Louis in his heart. Sure enough, your lord is different from the nobles of those forces outside. He will use you for him. He told him his Name, Louis, that's the name of the grown-up... A complex feeling that never existed before began to flood.