Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Succession, even sterilization, does not affect the work of the station, and it seems that it is not a punishment.

At noon on a rest day, a monster cat found Olin who was playing in the temple workshop and asked him for help.

This golden monster cat has been trained by Olin for six months. After finishing his studies, he will work in a post station in the city, mainly delivering small items and letters.

The World of Warcraft cat stood on two feet, with its paws hanging down, and said, "One of my friends was run over by a carriage, and she is still alive. I hope the priest of God will let her rest in peace."

After hearing this, Olin's eyes became moist. He quickly put on his robe and followed the Warcraft cat out of the temple.

There was no sunshine at noon, only the gloom and bleakness before the rain.This is the first time that Olin has stepped out of the Temporal Temple of Rose Castle in a year.Rest days, cloudy days, everything is by no means a good sign.

When he was running in the city, Olin never felt that the city was any different from before he left.

He is even more fortunate that the world does not change because of his existence or not.But for some reason, Orin thought of Karas and the spellbook.

The injured Warcraft cat is gray, lying on the side of the road, its head and upper limbs are still normal, its belly has been squashed down, and the pattern of wagon wheels overlaps on the gray fur, like an object that is half sculpture and half painting .

Being crushed like this, she was obviously dead, no matter how Olin touched her, she couldn't respond.

The golden monster cat meowed loudly, attracting the attention of passers-by, but its crying was quickly drowned out by the roar of another carriage.

Olin took off his robe and silently collected the gray monster cat.He didn't know how the priest of the time and space god bid farewell to the dead, so he read the funeral eulogy according to the civilian etiquette he remembered.

Olin hadn't read any texts for a long time, so this seemingly simple recitation was a difficult task, because he had to control himself to keep the eulogy on the level of language without any magical effect of causality.

Olin seemed to understand Karas' intention of sending the magic book.Reading allowed him to maintain the priestly manner, which is sometimes a connection to the world.

However, as long as Orin does not leave the Temple of Time and Space, there is no need to have any contact with the world.

The crowd gradually gathered around, including even a few monsters.While reciting the eulogy, Orin felt a pair of eyes in the crowd watching him, but it was not the eyes of a monster.

But he wasn't in the mood to think too much about it.Karas needed monsters, but the monsters in the early days of the founding of the country only obeyed the command of the scepter of nothingness. Karas wanted to use more gentle means to recruit new monsters, and now is a good time.

The cat is not big, and it can be buried in a few minutes.Orin and the golden Warcraft cat return to the Temple of Time and Space, where there is a public cemetery.

The cemetery is specially provided by the God of Time and Space for the monsters. The training ground for the monsters, the meal for the monsters, and the cemetery are all gifts from the God of Time and Space.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Karas also came out of the bedroom. He was still in his pajamas, and when he saw the small package carefully folded in his robe in Orin's hand, he immediately realized what had happened.

Callas changed his clothes and called the priests. The priests arranged for empty tombs and distributed dried fish to the golden cat as a comfort for grief.

Callas and Orin buried the gray cat and sat together at the gate of the temple.The sky was so dark that it began to rain lightly.

Olin looked at the gloomy sky and said softly, "This is the first time I have left the temple in a year..."

Callas touched Orin's knee.

Olin opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but couldn't.Callas twirled his wrist, and a brand new robe appeared out of thin air, gently covering Olin's shoulders.

Olin felt warm, even though it was difficult for him to feel warm in his current body, he thought about it, and an untimely thought came to his mind, he sighed, and said, "I'm sorry to say it, I'm hungry..."

Callas touched Orin's shoulder, turned and went back to the temple.Orin knew that Karas was going to let the priest prepare the meal, and felt more secure, as if it was safe enough for him to sit on the damp stone steps.

He pulled off his robe and wrapped himself up like he was a domesticated blackface cat waiting to be fed with love.

At the same time Orin felt eyes watching him.This look was not uncomfortable, it was as legitimate and reasonable as a rose surrounded by butterflies, but it was a real object, which made Orin feel slightly concerned.

The gaze is approaching, like a butterfly rushing to the flower of a rose.

With the dignified and rhythmic footsteps, the dark blue skirt appeared in the field of vision, and the skirt was wetted by tiny raindrops, looking like a slightly wet sponge.

Olin raised his head, and what he saw was the face of an older lady. Olin was very sure that he had never seen her.

The lady in the blue dress bowed slightly, which is a common etiquette for magicians to meet, but she couldn't hide her panic.

Just as Olin was about to stand up and return the salute, the raindrops suddenly became heavier, accompanied by a frightening gust of wind.

The gust of wind passed by, lifting the lady's shawl, revealing a brooch made of black iron underneath, engraved with a radial wand symbolizing the Union of Female Wizards.

——She is the magician of Prime Minister Alessia.

The lady opened her mouth: "Priest of the God of Time and Space, forgive me, you seem... very similar to a deceased nobleman."

Aurin couldn't hide his disgust, he retreated to the inside of the temple, didn't return the salute, and even wanted to close the door.

The lady stepped forward quickly and blocked his way, as if she had confirmed what she wanted to know in this back and forth.

"Why did you... come back from the dead?"

Olin raised his fist. With his current physique, this fist looked no different from a battering ram.

He yelled: "Get out! Ask me again and kill you!"

Instead, the lady grabbed Olin's robe: "You must leave the country immediately, otherwise what will His Majesty think when he sees you? Everything will become dangerous..."

Orin slammed down his fist unceremoniously. The lady was only as high as his chest. Even if this punch did not contain any magical power, it would still kill someone.

Orin hated Yalexia, and by the way, all the sevens and eights in the Union of Magicians under her.

What's more, an ordinary magician ran up to him in such a reckless manner and told him to get out of the country.

"Don't hurt anyone in the temple..." Callas' voice came from the temple.

Olin stopped his fists. At this moment, he noticed that the protective magic of the lady in the blue skirt also resisted his hand. Olin frowned. He knew without thinking that he didn't need any magic power because of the advantage of his species. Physical brute force can penetrate this protection.

After seeing through this point, Olin felt undue pity in his heart, and even this pity surpassed the irritability of being inexplicably disturbed.

Immediately afterwards, some inappropriate thoughts flashed in his mind: when he had to face some opponents, would the opponents have the same thoughts as him?

Before Olin could come up with an answer, a burst of aroma entered his nostrils: roasted pork leg just out of the oven!

Orin turned his head, and Karas appeared behind him, holding a basket from which the aroma came.

The barbecue takes a little while to prepare, it looks like they have made arrangements before they go out.

Olin snorted and raised his hand to close the door.Callas took his hand, which is what "don't act rashly" means.

However, the pork leg is going to be cold.

"My dear lady..." Callas put the basket under his feet, "what's going on?"

In Ellowyn, even believers rarely see the deities themselves.The lady in the blue skirt panted and saluted, and explained: "I once received a terrible prophecy, which made me sleepless for more than 30 years. Today, my familiar came to report that it saw the dead Harlon on the street. Prince Ni."

Callas blocked Orin behind him, and asked the lady to enter the temple: "Please don't panic, speak slowly."

"Dear God of Time and Space, do you remember what His Majesty declared at the prince's funeral?"

Callas shook his head. "I wasn't at the funeral."

The lady in the blue skirt was out of breath: "I am not qualified to attend the funeral of a nobleman. However, more than 30 years ago, I got news from the Prime Minister that His Majesty declared at the prince's funeral that he was willing to exchange the whole country for the prince to come back. The prime minister asked us magicians to pay close attention to the news of "Resurrection"... Today, my familiar found out..."

Callas and Olin looked at each other, there were too many things that fate had tampered with.

"I'm aware of this, dedicated magician, please don't worry..." Callas said, "What happens after that is beyond the reach of human beings, but in the domain of gods."

"Oh, are you going to start a war against the gods?" Olin picked up the basket, took out a piece of meat and chewed it, "It's interesting."

The body of the lady in the blue skirt was still tense, Karas's words seemed to give her a moment of comfort, but Orin's nonsense made her nervous again.

Callas looked at the dome of the temple, and the old clock rang, and two priests appeared quietly, asking the lady in blue to rest.

"Aren't you angry? Are you not angry." Olin poked Karas's waist with his left hand that didn't hold the meat, "I just slipped away to Caldyran for a few days, and I caused such a big problem."

Karas looked at the torrential rain outside the door: "Just to punish you for having the idea of ​​"wanting to escape fate", there is a hidden danger of the gods fighting, which is too heavy. "

Orin continued eating the meat, looking in the same direction as Karas.The rain was dripping, blurring his voice.

"If it was purely for punishment, Ain would have locked me in the Tower of Bubbles to beat me up. But this time, the way I did it was really strange. The whole country thought I had been dead for 30 years."

"No one will hit you, and you will also return to your original position if you want to..."

Karas rubbed Olin's knee, "It's just, what's hidden in it