Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Wonderfully matured.

Olin continued: "Someone has discovered the gem on Max, and this is a lost magic. Only you have the ability to trace the source, so many people think that you and I have some ulterior motives to subvert the country."

Callas shrugged, they even changed their bodies, what else is there to tell?

He sat in front of the dressing table, dragged his backpack, took out a pen and paper, and prepared to write letters to the prime minister and the emperor.

"I want to clarify this matter..." Callas said, "And, in order to convince His Majesty the Emperor, I want to tell him the principle of gem magic. Is it possible? After all, this is your achievement."

Olin smiled. "No problem, if it pleases him."

Callas put down his pen and thought for a moment, Olin's knowledge existed in his original body, and it was not difficult to find.

The principle of gem magic is not difficult, Karas quickly clarified the logic.As he wrote the letter, he expressed his judgment:

"I will tell His Majesty the Emperor about the results of gem magic. Your gem magic uses common rubies. Every [-] carats of rubies can strengthen a golem, and every [-] carats of rubies can make a degraded hussar. With our country's mineral deposits, His Majesty the Emperor can transform the hussars.

Compared with the hussars of Fomalhaut's original gemstones, the hussars made of rubies are one-fourth of the original version, and the advantage is that they are easy to reproduce. "

Callas's own handwriting is as neat as a good student's, but Olin's handwriting has a wonderful sense of gorgeousness.

Karas put down his pen, and the knowledge of tactics in Olin's mind surged up, intertwined with his thoughts, and finally told him: Since the hussars were involved, this matter surpassed Olin and Ain's fight against the black-faced cat. The hatred has risen to the level of army stability.

Callas thought for a moment: "I hope His Majesty will carefully consider the preservation of gem magic, especially for the commander of the hussars..."

Weibo doesn't like Orin, but there is no direct resentment, it's just that Weibo and Gore have been crazy for Felia, and they hate each other.

Olin just inherited Gore's looks and, by the way, his hatred.In the court, Weibo was not always friendly to Orin.

Coupled with the gem magic at this moment, Weibo will think of Olin, and by the way, his long-silent hatred.

"I almost forgot what you said about corruption. Gems are a big expense. I used the country's construction funds..." Olin said, "That happened a long time ago, and I used some means to settle the account. I'm sure Ain knew about it, but he just didn't find an opportunity to reveal it. How do we explain it if he mentions accounts?"

Callas shook his head: "No need to explain, let's be honest. Because you didn't take the initiative to use magic in military research and development before, the worst consequence is a fine."

In Ellowyn's laws, there are strict penalties for embezzlement by nobles, but they are limited to fines and removal from public office.Olin has resigned from public office, so the only thing he should face is a fine.

Callas thought for a moment: "I will ask the litigator to dilute the motivation, so that the money will at most become cost out of control. If it is a fine, I will help you pay part of the money.

If His Majesty wants to punish you with other crimes, I will hide you.Not long after I came to the god position, I have made some achievements, not to mention that the gem magic has not caused any consequences, so His Majesty should give me a little bit of sympathy. "

Olin smiled bitterly: "Okay, then I will hide in your hut. The gap between time and space is my refuge. I will hide until this country disappears from history, and I will come out again."

"Don't talk nonsense, your brother will be sad if he can't find you."

"You, you don't have to say good things for him. You will be tired if you are caught between us."

Callas touched Orin, and the candle flickered, creating a sleepy tenderness.

Olin said suddenly, "I'm hungry... I want something sweet if you don't have a plan to keep fit."

Karas was very surprised. Olin usually maintained the temperate eating habits of pagan Puritans, and never ate anything more. Even the amount of food for dinner was half of that of ordinary demons.This is caused by anxious work pressure, suddenly want to eat at this moment?

Still, it does deserve sweet compensation for the bitterness they've just discussed.

Karas opened the backpack and took out some pies and two melons.

"I originally brought this melon to eat tonight and tomorrow morning..." Callas said, "Just so you can eat it, anyway, it ended up in my stomach anyway, it doesn't make any difference."

Olin smiled, looked down and broke the pie.The pie was just made in the afternoon, and it was soft and smelled of rose jam.

He sat upright in front of the dressing table, eating mouthfuls, licking his fingers from time to time.Karas looked at Olin with peace and joy in his heart—did Olin feel the same when he watched the black-faced cat Karas eat?

With a "grunt" sound, Karas heard the sound of his stomach.

Orin looked up sharply and covered his mouth, which was still chewing.Embarrassment permeated the clean and quiet room.

"Your body seems to be hungry too..." Karas said with a smile, "If you don't have a plan to keep fit, can I eat a little too?"

Olin nodded: "Just eat less. You'll feel it... My body can't hold much substance."

Callas pushed the boat smoothly: "In order to let us all eat less, let me feed you."

Olin smiled and passed the pie to Callas.Callas tore open the pie, chanted the spell softly, and slightly heated the pie in his hand.

Maybe it's because Karas the black-faced cat died of starvation, so his stomach is not very good now, and he can't eat cold food.

Callasto lifted Orin's chin and fed him a small piece of pie.The rose sauce dripped out and fell on Orin's lips, and he licked it himself, his movements were gentle and reassuring.

Callas couldn't help but wonder again, did Olin feel the same way when he fed the black-faced cat Callas a hundred years ago?

Callas tore a piece of pie and swallowed it himself: "When feeding the black-faced cat Callas, how did you feel? Would you worry about being bitten?"

"How come..." Olin said vaguely, "You were a kitten at that time, and I always felt peaceful when I was with you. Besides, you never bit me."

Callas kissed Orin on the lips and continued feeding him the pie.At the same time, he was thinking about the rhetoric about gem magic.Thinking of this, Karas instantly lost his appetite.

His eyes fell on the unsent letter, which was written in gorgeous handwriting.Callas remembered that once he saw a copybook circulated among the nobles, which contained this type of font, but it was completely incomparable with Olin's handwriting.

"Your handwriting is beautiful..." Callas said.

"Huh?" Orin licked his fingers, "Really?"

Callas was a little puzzled. Olin's handwriting should be the same as his beauty, which he can perceive.

"Has no one told you?"

Olin shook his head: "I rarely write to other people."

"Do you... seldom write letters to others?" Callas asked again.

Orin picked up another piece of pie and put it in Callas' hands. "He wants me to feed him!"

The idea flashed through Karas's mind, and he magically heated the pie, and brought it to Orin's lips.

"In the past 100 years, I really seldom write things to others in person..." Olin held the pie in his mouth, "I usually use the magic of voice transcription, and let the pen write the reply automatically. Or Anna writes for me. This is very efficient , but it does lack a personal touch.”

It turns out that Olin's handwriting is also a precious thing.

Callas rubbed his hands: "Can I write a copybook in your handwriting, I want to write better, more in line with fashion trends..."

"You are free..." Olin licked his lips and lay down on the bed, "You can take everything my body has. Crafts, knowledge, old spells, you can take whatever you want. I didn't expect that, This rotting body can also be used in unexpected ways. But now, I'm going to sleep."

Karas hugged Orin, and felt that his life was favored by fate.Olin closed his eyes.

"Before you go to bed, I have one more question."

"Ok?"

"Why do you want to... smash the palace?" Callas asked.

Orin didn't answer, just fell asleep.His sleep is quiet and well-behaved, without a sound.

Years later, when they were about to leave Ellowyn after changing their bodies and experiencing the fear of the ledger, Karas knew the answer to the question from Ain.

"Because Callas the Blackface cat died."

184. Chapter 184

"When the rose blooms, it is the time of choice." "

Olin closed the handkerchief with the oracle written on it, and looked out the window, only a piece of yellow sand in his field of vision.

The sun shines on it, creating a golden look.The dry air is like a tonic, which makes people feel refreshed.

He opened the travel brochure and looked at the introduction of the land called "Caldylan".

Kaldiran means "pagan capital" in the Ellowyn language.Ellowyn believes in polytheistic religions, but this place is influenced by Europa and only believes in one god, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a pagan place.

This place is also located in the desert, in stark contrast to the inland Ellowyn, which is full of water and grass.

And, because the climate is too dry for delicate plants, there are not a single rose here.

Olin let out a long breath.

The oracle was received by Olin when he finished his apprenticeship. It is not so much an incomprehensible oracle as a spoiler of life.

Only the first page of the oracle was written by the God of Fate himself, and the back is embroidered with Feliaia's interpretation.

The interpretation is simple: when the roses are in full bloom today, Olin must