Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Lin flicked his finger on the forehead: "The huge country has no shortage of Hallonni's taxes."

Ellowyn's taxation has clear rules. For members of the royal family, taxation is only calculated according to the area of ​​the territory. Therefore, Olin's savings when he was a prince were enough to pay taxes for 2000.

Olin also realized that his answer did not meet Shang Ain's expectations, so he had to put on a pitiful look: "Halloni doesn't have enough supplies to build an army, and the Scepter of Nothingness is also left in the palace, far away from me. Far. Things have come to this point, what more do you want?"

The afternoon sun penetrated through the gaps in the gorgeous curtains, leaving half light and half darkness on Ain's face.

"The pillars in the National Theater will be ashamed to call off the curtain when they see you..." Ain said, "I want my father's successor to play a role."

At that moment, Olin suddenly understood a lot of things, for example, the audience in the afternoon was not a brotherly acquaintance, but an official business.

Olin sighed: "Can't I enjoy the joy of a little blood in this small territory?"

Olin has two dreams. The first is to be an ordinary nobleman who eats the royal food without any worries. If not, the second choice is to be Ellowyn's prime minister.The second dream has been swinging, the more work, the smaller the dream.

Ain flicked his finger again: "You used to be a magician against the national army and God of Destiny, so don't let yourself go."

Olin got up and excused himself.

How much will you pay for that accident?On the way back to Halloni after leaving the palace, he kept thinking about this question.

Settrum, the gap between time and space.

"I remembered..." Callas' voice sounded at the end of the bed.

"Huh?" Orin narrowed his eyes.

Callas' voice was full of excitement: "I used to be a unicorn on the frontier, a mermaid by the sea, and a black-faced cat in Halloni! Now, I'm here again!"

"Ha..." Olin laughed subconsciously. If it weren't for the injury in his abdomen that affected his strength, he would have rolled Karas up with his tail and lifted him up in front of him.

That was the love of his previous life, the one who loved him the most in all eternity.

Olin said, "You're a little late this time."

Callas ran to the head of the bed. If he had been a cat, he would have jumped up and down the small room a few times before lying on top of Orin.

Callas leaned close to his face, wanting to kiss Olin, but Olin pushed back his face as if remembering something.

Callas looked disappointed: "Don't you miss me!"

Olin replied, "Yes, but not as much as a young man your age would expect."

Karas was stunned, his face full of disbelief at first, and then he quickly turned into silent thinking.

"Look, nothing has changed..." Olin spoke first, "Ain is still the emperor, and I am still like this. You have changed from a carefree descendant to an official of a corrupt country."

Karas just looked at Olin with his chin up, and Olin also came back to his senses, linking more or less events together.

He didn't care what the young man was thinking about, he just understood that Callas was no longer a beautiful unicorn, a melancholy mermaid, a furry and warm cat with a black face, but a magician standing on the pinnacle of the country, and the distance God is only one step away.

If he is allowed to reach the realm of the gods, he will soon reach another peak.At that time, I am afraid that even fate will be subverted.

Olin suddenly realized that all the restrictions that Ain made on the gods were probably for today: ushering in a new god who surpassed fate, allowing all things to jump out of the established track and welcome infinite possibilities.

Olin can't decide which god wins in this battle, he just hates to identify a god, it needs to go through the means of competition, the competition means knowing one's own flaws, and enduring torture and pain for it, it takes a long time The boring stuff in life and having to live with it.So before the chaos hits, he stays out and avoids trouble.

——Even at the risk of giving up on love.

"Only Ain knows about the past..." Olin sat up, "But since he chose to promote you, he should not pursue it. After that, you must carefully follow his request."

Karas still stared at Olin, but there was more relief in his eyes: "I'm still a little worried, and I don't dare to ask His Majesty. With your words, I understand..."

He's still innocent, Olin thought.

"Can I still like you?" Callas asked suddenly.

"For the sake of the god position, we can't..." Olin flatly refused.

Callas was full of grievances: "But I still like you, even if you have done so many stupid and bad things."

Orin just felt the magic surge in his chest, making him want to vomit blood.No one in China has ever scolded him in person, so he pretended to only hear half of it: "I understand, the promise I made to you before is still valid, including the challenge you want. My wound is almost healed, after two days and nights You take away the devil's fire, and I will go back to Halloni to deal with the aftermath of Mandelkerit. After that, we will act as if we don't remember the past, at least in front of the court and the gods."

Karas didn't seem to hear it: "Do you still like me?"

Olin grinned bitterly: "It's a pity, young man. I've long passed the age of loving others, and now all I think about is 'how things work out'.And you still have a long way to go. "

Karas lay on Olin's chest, growling lowly.Orin looked at him, feeling cute and ridiculous, and at the same time his heart ached.

145. Chapter 145

Halloni, the Temple of Destiny.

Olin knelt in front of the altar, his knees were cold, and the pain spread all over his body.He barely supported his body with a cane, and his mind was spinning: Mandelkerit's incident was revealed, and he was exiled to the border by Ain;

Karas Curaflo has already passed all the approval procedures, as long as he reports to the god of fate today, everything will be over.

A soft voice drifted past Olin: "Good day, my apprentice."

Olin responded: "Good day, dear mentor."

"Get up."

Orin got up and took the guest seat by the altar.God of Fate sat on the main seat opposite him, his face was obscured by a hood.

"Are you satisfied with the recent arrangement?"

"Of course..." Olin lowered his head, "It's just a sword, in exchange for a long vacation and the promise of retirement, it's perfect. I don't want to occupy the country's public office. So today, I also want to retire One last thing."

"Caras Curaflo's promotion."

"Strictly speaking, I don't approve or support it. It's just because of His Majesty's face that I have to come here to bother you. Please make it clear that they will give up."

"Ah..." Goddess of Destiny seemed to have expected it a long time ago, "I am no longer Ellowyn's patron saint, and Ain has the right to draw his blueprint for the empire."

"I understand..." Olin smiled wryly. "In short, this will be my last official job before I retire."

"It's too early."

Out of the corner of his eye, Orin was sure his mentor was smiling.

"Don't sigh for results that won't come. Let's call it a day."

Olin saluted and stepped back.A fuzzy shadow like a mosquito flashed in front of his eyes involuntarily. He rubbed his eyes, knowing that he was overworked.

He walked slowly in the hallway of the temple, and through the gap in the window lattice, he could see the lights in the city of Hallonni. Olin said to himself: "She agreed, then during the "Temple Challenge", you can still see to his. "

The puppet Anna followed closely, putting on a fur cloak for Orin: "Dear Creator, the night is cold, please keep warm."

"Ah."

"Do you like the upcoming God of Time and Space?"

"Hmm..." Olin let Anna tie the cloak for him, "He, he is still young, he has no thoughts and doesn't understand government affairs, sooner or later... something will happen."

Anna shook her hand, and the last button was untied: "It's so rare, you haven't said who you like in 200 years."

"Let's just say..." Olin waved his hand, "There is no hope."

The two walked forward for a while, and the Tianma carriage was already waiting there.Anna helped Olin into the car, and when the Pegasus neighed and the car rose into the air, she pressed his ear and asked, "How hopeless is it?"

Orin turned to her, embarrassed. "I'm getting old, and it's hard to keep up with him."

Anna smiled and closed the gap in the cloak for him: "How is it possible, you are the best magician in the country."

Halloni, the prince's bedroom.

Candles flickered, illuminating the ornate bed with exquisite patterns.The quilt squirmed and rolled back and forth like waves.The puppet Anna sat by the bed, happily flipping through the pages of the book.

"Lovely Creator, I finally have time to rest. Let me read you a popular story and fall asleep."

Olin's voice echoed in the quilt: "Anna, you say I should give that young man a chance? Don't you?"

Anna put down the book: "That's not what you said just now."

"Then what can I say? Are you afraid because you can't keep up with the changes in magic?"

"If you are someone who really likes you, you won't care about such trivial matters."

Olin was still huddled under the quilt: "How is it possible."

Anna smiled, her creator was born in a magical family and received rigorous training since she was a child, so it is reasonable to care about this.

Anna knew very well that the challenge to the temple was just a formality. Once they left the challenge arena and fought head-to-head, Ellowyn's gods might not be able to get cheap under the hands of her creator.

The incoming celestial god must have some terrible gift to keep her creator mesmerized and frustrated.

Anna poked the quilt: "If the next lover is also such a magician, what should I do?"

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