Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

In the love that she has seen, the protagonist in it is definitely not like the one in front of her.

"what……"

Orin opened his eyes, numb from the neck down.He lowered his eyes lightly, unconscious because he didn't exist.

He was still on the bed in the forest bedroom before, and he is still at this moment, but he is missing his body.This isn't the first time he's been decapitated, so it's not unaccustomed to him.

He blinked, and the magic eyes glowed with a light red light, supporting the head to float.

Olin looked around, the room was kept tidy, Anna was sitting on the ground, she was also like this when she accompanied her at night, she seemed to be carefully observing and taking a nap, but Olin could tell at a glance that although the appearance was not damaged, she The core is destroyed.The method is very precise, and it is damaged in one blow.

Olin shook his head, it was strange to shake his head out of thin air without the support of his neck and shoulders.

A few strands of hair fell out during this shake, and the assailant chopped off his head, along with his hair.

There was a figure facing him beside the bed.

"What are you doing?" Orin asked.

Turning around from the back, it was a handsome young man wearing a blue magic robe, cutting his wings evenly with magic.Olin was quite sure that this brilliant magician had caused everything that had happened.

——Is this the punishment of fate?

"You cut off my hair..." said Orin, "that's a bad way."

The young man smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if the details are not beautiful, even the gods rarely come here, no one can save you."

Olin raised his eyebrows: "Tell me what you want to do first."

"Uriel refused to marry Lota, so Ain regretted the marriage..." The young murderer smiled, "The lord of Lota decided to teach Ellowyn a lesson."

Olin remembered that when the Great Border Wall was built in the early years, the female lord of Lota had expressed affection for him, and he had forgotten how he refused at that time.

Now the female lord should have an heir, because there was another war on the frontier some time ago.

Ain wanted to marry Uriel, but when they met, Olin found that the female lord's son didn't like women, and Olin didn't care about Lotta and the war. That was Ain's problem to solve.

Olin only cared about the happiness of his niece, and of course there was no happiness in a political marriage. He would rather she marry a bard than marry a border prince.

So Olin thought of some unconventional ways to stop the marriage.It was not unjust that revenge fell on him.

"So, what are you going to do?" Orin asked.

"No one can kill you, so we decided to sink you into the sea..." the murderer replied.

Olin thought of the assassination he had suffered a few days before his retirement—it was all a small matter, and he had some calculations in his mind.

"I'm going to send one of your parts to Ain, and you can choose it yourself..." the murderer said.

Orin blinked, and a flash of fire shot out, blocked by the young murderer.

That sucks, maybe slept too much to underestimate the bastard.

"I choose the eyes..." said the murderer.

Then Olin felt a bout of dizziness, pain and the sound of the box closing, and his good day was briefly over.

"The next one is Uriel..." The murderer's voice sounded from outside the box, "Just wait for the all-out war, unfortunately you won't be able to see it."

...Impossible, bastard!

Orin wanted to curse, but a force majeure struck him and knocked him completely unconscious.

152. Chapter 152

When Orin woke up again, all was not so well.

The damp and salty smell permeates the surroundings, and the eyes are pitch black.The young murderer kept his word and threw him into the sea.

Olin just stayed there, and there was occasional vibration outside the box. If you use the remnant of the magic eye to look, you will find that it is a passing whale, beating him mischievously.

Olin didn't expect this day to come so soon. He thought he would still have a good life, because Ain's rule was fairly stable, and he was pampered enough.

But accidents are accidents.However, this is also the best result that Olin expected. After all, he has done countless bad things in his life, and the accumulation is worthy of this treatment.

But the resistance of the body is real. Olin doesn't like the sea, it will always be like this, the fear is still with him all the time, and even the concept of time is gradually blurred.

Orin magically put himself to sleep before losing his mind.Before falling asleep, regular shadows flashed in front of his eyes, including unicorns, mermaids, black-faced cats, and the space-time god Karas Kuraflo.He really liked them, maybe this arrogance is the punishment of fate.

—I hope that before 46 billion years have passed, I will not come back to life.

"Wake up."

Callas' voice.

Because demons can't dream, Olin was convinced that he was hallucinating, and his last bit of reason turned: that means that the sleep magic has failed, and sea water needs to be used to absorb more magic power.

Madness was something he couldn't accept, he had to wake up and make himself stable, stable in death and disappearance.

Before he could finish his thoughts, the box "clicked" open, and the moisture penetrated into the comfortable sunlight.

This is not an illusion.

The stitches on the lips were removed and breathing became easier.

Orin opened his eyes, which technically could not have been opened.He wasn't sure if the body he was boarding had any biological functions, so he could only use magical energy to visit.

The port was sunny and it was midday.A group of golden Warcraft cats surrounded him, busy assembling him.

Not far away is the Prime Minister and her magician.On the far side of the harbor were unloading ships, and sailors and merchants were coming and going, and no one noticed him.

Sunny noon is the most suitable time for Olin's body, but being salvaged and assembled like a pile of parts, let's pretend to be dead.

Karas was wearing the cyan robe of an ordinary magician, kneeling beside Orin.He chanted a spell to restore Orin's broken body to its original shape.

The muscles are connected, the blood is rushing, and the thinking is restored to rationality.Is this how it feels to be alive? If something you take for granted, you won't understand that it is a real gift until you are deprived of it.

Olin didn't care about others at the moment, and hugged Karas subconsciously, as if he was in the gap between time and space and just woke up from a nap. He felt chest pain and legs were weak. After all, life and love are both Can't fake it.

Callas returned a stronger embrace, and under this embrace, Orin felt himself trembling. He didn't know if it was a natural biological reaction of the newborn, or the sequelae of fear.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Karas patted Olin's back, "Don't be afraid, we'll go back right away, to a place where no one can find you except me."

"Kaka..." Olin wanted to ask about Uriel's safety, but he could only make intermittent and weird voices.He understood that he was really damaged, like a puppet that lost its language function.

"His Royal Highness is safe..." Karas patted him again, "The murderer was discovered just after he left Halloni. Anna was also repaired."

"Kah (how long did I sleep)?"

"Don't worry, you've only had less than a day in the water. It's a bit of a mess, but it'll be fine."

Olin instantly felt that he had become a joke again. He didn't like the sea, but this result was also unacceptable to him.

After all, magicians of his level usually have a tolerance to ocean submersion for more than a year.

——Am I really behind the times?Olin thought.

Karas picked up Olin, like a magician holding a broken bat prop for repair.

Bat props are not worth much, and the maintenance cost is higher than buying a new one, but I am used to it and I am unwilling to replace it.

The gap between time and space presents the scenery of a summer afternoon, with birds singing and cicadas singing, and lush greenery.

Olin is resting on Karas's lap. At this time, he has nothing to hide. He is afraid of the sea and longs for comfort and protection. He has suffered two fatal blows recently. The lover who is in emotional crisis has not even mentioned breaking up, so here he is Curl up and be reasonable.

"It's been 30 days, you should think about it..."

"Tickkaka (overpowering your magic? That's really not a thought)."

"What are you talking about?"

Olin wanted to get up, and was going to find paper and pens in the study next to him.Callas answered Olin's logic when he was at the port before, but the answer without reason at this moment has no logic to follow.

Callas held Orin in his arms and scratched his neck, which was comfortable, but something was wrong, because that was Orin's usual petting with black-faced cats.

"I mean, what hurtful things are you talking about?"

Callas met Orin's gaze, the smile completely gone from the amber eyes.Olin was sure Callas could understand his current irregular language.

Callas added: "30 days of rest, plus this dangerous thing, you find out, even retirement is not safe."

Orin smiled wryly, but said nothing.He understands very well that everything about him has long been bound up with state affairs, and there is no room for withdrawal.

"So I think there should be an end to our entanglement."

"I...know...know..." Olin struggled to choke out a sentence, "This...feeling...polluted by government affairs...can't...endless, silent...go on."

Karas looked at him and took a breath: "There are still your entanglements."

"Tangled..."

"You're just struggling, you think I don't like you anymore."

"You... I don't know, meeting you is a reward of fate... or a punishment."

During the conversation, Olin's language function recovered again. He didn't know whether it was his own ability or short-term luck and nostalgia that helped him.

"How can falling in love be punishment?" Callas asked in confusion.

The wry smile came back to Olin's face again. Love may make mortals lost, but it made Olin understand himself more clearly.