Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Of course I wouldn't like this kind of person..." There were bursts of sneers from under the quilt, "This kind of magician should let them serve the country obediently until the end of their lives.The end of life has consequences that will not come. "

Anna smiled slightly: "Okay, let me read a love story that is popular now."

"Not a love story, but a treasure hunt and adventure story."

Anna looked for it from the popular pamphlet by the bedside. Before she could find the treasure hunt special issue, a puppet appeared at the door and gave her a wink.

Anna stopped looking, went over quietly, whispered a few words to the puppet, and returned to the bedside.

"Lovely Creator, I have your letter."

"See you tomorrow."

"The seal of the wax is the jellyfish of the Curaflo family."

Olin remained motionless: "Construction of the Scholar's Tower in Settrum has started. It must be a letter of thanks from the local elders. It's nothing."

"I'll read it to you."

"Anna, you are so annoying, what I want to hear is an adventure story, not a stereotyped old stuff."

"The envelope is signed Callas Curaflo."

The quilt rustled a few times: "Let's read and read."

Anna opened the envelope with a letter opener, took out the light letter paper and read: "Respected Prince Hallony, I have one thing that I don't know about the upcoming challenge to the temple." Ah, there is a part of the blank in the middle, I continue, " Please explain the secrets related to magic and your physical and mental health, and see you at the central square of Halloni at noon tomorrow. Karas Kuraflo". "

Anna felt warm breath covering her spine, and a firm hand took the letter away.

"Knife..." Olin's voice sounded in her ears, "give it to me."

If it were an ordinary girl, this sound would be enough to make her heart beat faster.

"You can't catch up with the magician from other places, so you want to charm me at home?" Anna smiled and handed over the letter opener.

Without saying a word, Olin pricked his ring finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the letter.A cyan light flashed, and the original blank space was densely filled with words.

Anna read it out: "The challenge of the God of Death is hidden in the official records of the Temple Challenge. He is the only god who failed. I believe that the challenge of the Temple is just a cutscene, and you have the power to defeat the gods. However, even so, how can living creatures Defeat Death?"

"How many secrets does this bastard know..." Olin raised his forehead.

Anna continued to read: "The challenge was not held in a special arena, but in the mountains on the border of Zuden. I went to the scene and used my authority to restore the scene at that time.

My authority can fully trace back the reality of the existence of space-time dimensions, but I cannot speculate on the intentions of both parties.

Reaper penetrated you 440 four times.You either have the blessing of avoiding death, or have the same backtracking ability as me.Apparently, both are curses. "

"Reply for me..." Olin rolled over and got out of bed, "Ask him to meet at the cemetery on the outskirts of Midnight."

"Huh?" Anna asked a question, and at the same time, she did not forget to signal the puppet accompanying the door to get a pen and paper.

"It's about state secrets, and he can't be allowed to continue the investigation."

"Well, what are you going to do? Kill people and silence them?"

"If necessary. The failure of the Death God's challenge cannot be made public, which will make the country question the fairness of the Temple's challenge."

Then why did you insist on not letting the god of death pass?

Anna thought about it, without saying a word, she took the pen and paper accompanying the puppet, and began to write a reply, as if her master had never mentioned who he loved or admired for his extraordinary ability.

146. Chapter 146

Halloni, suburban cemetery.

Olin looked at Karas in front of him. Karas was wearing a dark blue robe with dark patterns, holding a blue magic wand, and his amber eyes were shining in the moonlight, like a cute cat swimming at night.

Olin retracted his gaze, thinking a little more in his heart: How cruel and stupid is it that I rejected his affection for such a lovely young man...

There was also a hint of sadness in Karas's expression.

Olin turned his face away, vaguely feeling that he had made a huge mistake.But the conversation still started here, Karas asked: "Why do you understand but not use time and space magic?"

Orin replied: "You have to discover the history of the past inside and outside the palace. But what I can tell you is that I understand your power magic, because a black-faced cat left a wonderful cat magic book hundreds of years ago .

After the black-faced cat passed away, I showed the magic book to my mentor for appreciation.She believes that the magic in it will speed up the progress of Ellowyn's history by 5000 years, and in order for history to proceed on its own track, it must be forbidden, at least I cannot use it. "

Callas didn't understand: "Of course I believe in your promise, but don't human beings exist to change history?"

Olin replied: "It's okay for humans to think so. If humans don't think so, I can't instigate them to work."

Callas hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "Why not let the god of death pass? For the country, death is also an indispensable blessing."

Olin replied: "Ain doesn't want the Grim Reaper to appear on the table, but the Grim Reaper will still do his duty, because the function of Death does not change with the division of the country."

Callas thoughtfully: "In other words, some gods will perform their duties even if they do not have the recognition of the country."

Olin nodded: "The same is true for the God of Death and the Goddess of Life. You will learn more about it in the future. Make good use of them, they will be a good help."

Karas lifted his hood, flaxen curly hair fluttering in the cold wind: "So, what about you, what kind of god are you?"

"Me?" Orin froze. "What a joke."

Callas: "The gods have never seen the god of destiny, but the dispatch of the gods must be approved by her. You are her only messenger. The messenger has the ability to subdue the gods, but you never use it."

Except for the elders in Settlem, no one remembered the natural disaster. Everyone present at that time had seen the god of fate.

There is another old minister left from that era, and that is Wei Bo, the commander of the hussars.Of course, Viber's allegiance was only to the throne, and it was impossible for Callas to trust his testimony.

Olin thought for a long time, but shook his head.

A wonderful brilliance flashed in Karas' eyes: "If you are not, how can you win the God of Death if you are alive?"

How long ago was that?Olin himself forgot.When he was just learning magic, his mentor asked him: "Do you want to live forever?"

Olin didn't know what that meant at the time, so he nodded.However, he didn't have the ingenuity to harness this blessing, and not dying didn't mean he wouldn't get tired.

Whenever he loses his mind and wakes up when he is most exhausted and when he needs relief the most, he always thinks it is the blessing of fate, never thinking that this is a curse of immortality, a nightmare from which he cannot escape.Because demons don't dream, the reality of not being able to die is the worst nightmare.

It wasn't until the battle with Death that Orin understood what death really was and what he lost.

Now that the mistake has been made, Olin has tried to fix the aftermath.Despite the demon's extraordinary ability to restore matter, he is unwilling to attempt the possibility of destruction by injuring himself.

This matter cannot be discussed with outsiders.The only way Olin can think of is to sleep forever.

To this end, he made various medicines and preserved them for a long time with magic.It was a success, but predictably, sleep is not eternal.

Karas hesitated for a moment and said, "What I thought of was that you didn't realize that you had the blessing of immortality. Even if you did, the record of that contest was completely wiped out.

Even for me, the backtracked scene is not complete, so I guess it is not difficult to erase the memory of the person involved. "

There was a drop of cold sweat on Olin's forehead, and he was thankful that it was night and Karas couldn't see his embarrassment clearly.

Callas guessed right, the referee for that match was Prime Minister Yalexia.The Prime Minister's magic and wisdom are much stronger than him.

Olin pretended to be calm: "Okay."

Now that this topic has been opened, Karas said it more directly: "This is what I want to talk about today. You don't realize that you have the blessing of immortality. Immortality does not mean that you will not be tired.

When the unicorn saw you, you were Ellowyn's most powerful magician;

When Callas Curaflo came, the times have changed. Not only did you lose your title, but you also lost the confidence to meet the times. "

The corner of Olin's mouth twitched, and he suppressed his anger: "After handling the promotion for you, I will retire within a year. Issues in the new era will be handed over to the gods and officials of the new era."

"Don't you understand!" Callas stepped forward and grabbed Olin's soft fur collar, "You have to face not only this era, but eternity! This means chasing the changes of the times forever! Wake up Wake up!"

Olin's eyes turned cold. After living for hundreds of years, his fall was nothing more than changing from the first place in the country to the second place.

"You question me?"

Callas moved closer, his amber eyes filled with indisputable sadness.

Olin can smell the perfume of the ocean, young man, you have prepared a lot for this night.

"A hundred years? A thousand years? Ten thousand years? Don't you know how long this planet has gone through? Multiply your current fall by the largest number you can think of, and that's the most terrible bad luck you can think of! And this fall It's not linear!"

Olin didn't understand what linearity meant, but he also realized the horror in it.After all, the black-faced cat said in a chat with him that this earth has existed for 46 billion years, and a small fall every year will turn into dust after a long time.

Callas let go: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Olin dusted off his collar, the aroma wafted from his fingertips