Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

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"Let's discuss the specifications of the scholar's tower."

Callas breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't someone who could tell the scene, but only these words could make him get things done.

At this time, he couldn't help but feel grateful to those fellow magicians and demon nobles who worked for him all night. Without their support, even if Karas himself broke his head, he would never have thought of these reasons.

Karas returned to the underground altar and stepped into the circular wall of fire.When the flames dissipated, the altar beside him turned into a spacious and ordinary room, which was the gap between time and space.

There are shelves and bookshelves on both sides of the room, and a large bed in the middle.Olin leaned against the soft cushion and remained motionless. The red nightgown fluttered gently with the breeze, adding a little color to his pale face.

Karas stopped by the bed and stared at Orin's sleeping face. The beauty of the old era was like an ancient painting, which made him intoxicated.

Callas waved his wand: "Wake up, lovely nobleman."

A cyan magic circle rose from the sky, covering the bed, and bright red flames rose into the sky and disappeared in all directions. Karas's breathing stagnated.

He saw Olin open his eyes, the curly and thick eyelashes fluttered gently like a feather fan, and a thin layer of haw opened horizontally, revealing clear red eyes.Like a beast waking up from a dream, there is no trace of pain at all.

"Caras Curaflo, how is Mandekerit?"

Olin's vigorous questioning brought Karas' thoughts back to reality, which reminded him of Olin's previous experience: the prince severely injured Olin with a magic weapon, leaving a wound that was difficult to heal.

Callas calmed down and replied, "I only brought you here, and I didn't tell anyone about the prince."

Olin breathed a sigh of relief, and waved to Callas: "Thank you so much, please come to me."

Callas felt his heart stop for a moment.He walked forward slowly, restraining the excitement in his heart, and quietly watched the beautiful but tired Olin.

Olin lowered his voice: "There is no one else around here, so I want to ask you. Why... I feel something coming back to me."

Callas smiled slightly: "I returned the demon fire to you."

Olin frowned: "You...do you know what the consequences are?"

"During the treatment, I suspended the time and space where you are, and found that I could not relieve the terrible bleeding caused by the artifact. So I suspended the treatment and went to seek the consent of the settrum magician, and they returned the demon fire to you. It is an artifact blessed by fate and can be used to counteract the effect of "Blessing of Wine and Blood". "

Olin lowered his eyes: "Although this will cause trouble, I still want to thank you. Settrum has long wanted a scholar's tower, and I will start working after I recover...when I can get out of bed , and then sign the construction contract, and then please go and inform the elders of Settrum."

Karas was stunned for a moment. Although he expected from the future deduction that Olin had voluntarily agreed to build the scholar's tower, it really happened, and everything became dreamy again.

Olin said again: "The Scholar's Tower is a business, and I want to fulfill a wish for you."

"Eh? Why..."

"You saved my life, and it's worth a scholar's tower. You kept it secret for Mandekerit, it's an affair."

"Forgive me..." Callas lowered his voice, "I have the ability to deduce time and space, that is, prophecy. Although I haven't mentioned this to anyone, after seven days, His Majesty will come to Halloni to find you Discussion, obviously seven days is not enough for you to heal your injury and leave. Everything will be revealed by then, so it is meaningless for you to thank me deliberately."

Olin smiled wryly: "You helped me, this kindness has nothing to do with the outcome of the matter."

Callas was stunned. He had been chasing the god position for a long time and was often blamed for not being perfect.Tolerance and gratitude are luxuries.

"If you don't think about it now, you can make a wish later."

Orin's tone softened, and he was completely different from the noble who tried to murder Karas earlier.

Karas blurted out: "I hope you will try your best to compete with me once."

Olin was taken aback for a moment, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "There is something to be said, but public affairs and private affairs must be separated. I will not let you pass the qualification review of the gods and enter the arena of the "Temple Challenge". "

"You misunderstood, I didn't specifically refer to the Temple Challenge. Callas explained, and then changed the topic, "If you talk about the difference between public affairs and private affairs, the murder of the prince is definitely a public matter. "

There was a hint of compassion in Olin's wry smile: "Poor man, becoming a god is not the favor of fate, but a disaster. I once studied under a god, and her suffering is obvious to all.

For human beings, sticking to the position of God for a time beyond their own life is too bitter, so bitter that they can die on the spot. "

Karas didn't understand the meaning of "bitterness", but he also understood that Olin thought that being a god was a tormenting thing, so he didn't want people to ascend to the god's throne and obstruct him in every possible way. This has a strange sense of concern.

Callas said: "Everyone has a will. Although the road ahead is bumpy and rough, it is the only way to go."

Olin put away his smile: "I respect your wish. Starting today, if you fail to go to the venue of the "Temple Challenge" within a year, I will choose another time to fulfill your wish. "

"You still don't understand what I mean..." Karas moved closer, "Becoming a god is one thing, but fighting against the most powerful magician of the old era is another. I hope to fight with you according to the rules of the old era." Fighting against each other, without using any space-time magic, simply experiencing the beauty of the age of elements.

Because I feel that I was born too late, the age of elements has a charm that attracts me more than the age of time and space.

This experience can only be obtained by reading ancient books, and every reading is a dreamy vision... But now, you, the most powerful magician in the age of elements, are right in front of me. "

Callas said, his hands trembling slightly.It seems that the fantasies accumulated over time have reached the moment before they become reality.

Olin frowned after hearing this, as if he couldn't feel the admiration in it at all: "First of all, although the world calls me a magician, what I do is the work of a craftsman. Secondly, take a step back Say, even if I fight you, because you think you are a god, what you expect must be the natural disaster that burns Settrum.

However, punishing a city for the sake of the queen and playing magic to amuse young people are completely different things.

The Empress is gone, and it's hard for me to go back to that mindset.If such a competition can satisfy you, I am also happy to fulfill your wish. "

Callas sighed. Demons are worthy of being creatures that don't dream. Their analysis of reality is so precise, which is frustrating.

Callas said, "Then let me change my wish."

Olin's chin was erected, his eyes blurred, and it was obvious that his illness was overwhelmed by this conversation.

"Well, what do you want..."

In the middle of speaking, Orin hung his head.

Karas looked at the long tail with seven or eight curls.Demons curl their tails only when they are sick and weak. Karas has seen it in ancient books, but this is the first time in reality.

Callas said, "Can I pet your tail? I don't have many opportunities to meet royalty..."

This wish is a bit different from the previous one.

Olin didn't raise his head, but let out a soft smile: "Of course, of course. Fate once predicted to me that the human being who touches this tail will become my lover."

The curly long tail slowly caught Callas's leg, and the warm touch made his ears turn red. He felt that his will was subtly designed by fate.

Olin looked at Callas, as if he had heard a soothing joke, and regained a little energy: "I have lived a long time, and I don't care about having another young lover. What about you? Lovely person, you want Do you challenge fate?"

Karas rubbed his hands together, picked up the long tail, and unwound the curls one by one.

"It's dangerous, sweetie. It's dangerous..."

97. Chapter 97

Cursing, scolding, Peng Yuan did not forget to circle the sea.Changxian and Huixian also made several assists from the air from time to time, and Lund's huge body made it difficult for the dexterous helicopter to bother him.

There is no magic power in the atmosphere, as long as Lund is consumed and he is quieted down, the matter can still be resolved peacefully.

Holding Ding Jingyi in his arms, Peng Yuan briefly recounted the purpose of Lund's visit, and said, "Do you still remember that a "Nightmare Stone" fell during the second world-destroying meteor?I think the people on Misty Star enshrined you as a god, and the Nightmare Stone is their sacrificial vessel for you.In addition, Halloni was originally your territory, so you are even more important. "

After hearing this reasonable deduction, Ding Jingyi could only support his forehead: "What do you think? They should know that I'm dead. What can a dead person do? It's unscientific."

Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi: "Science is so contagious that it pollutes your thinking... Anna said that before she came, the god of death was gone, and the dead can be resurrected. Ask the dead for help when the god of death is not around, It’s also a clear and reasonable idea.”

What's more, Lund found Ding Jingyi, which proved that this idea was not wrong.Peng Yuan didn't know what kind of expectations the people on Misty Star had for his boyfriend, but his heart was full of pressure and black clouds were about to fall.

Ding Jingyi looked back at Lund: "This day will come sooner or later..."

Before Peng Yuan could comprehend the meaning of this sentence, a light glowed all over Lund, piercing the dark sky, and then a white light that almost blinded his eyes flashed, accompanied by the simultaneous braking of a ton of chalk on a ton of blackboard There was a loud creak, and Peng Yuan quickly hugged his head.

The white light lasted for a long time