Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Just leave it alone.Presumably those wandering doctors in the rivers and lakes also know this well, so it is better to avoid increasing the pain of the lord and letting himself lose his head.

"Please tell Your Highness, I will not cure him completely..." Olin said, "I will cure a part of him. If he is willing to cure himself, I will teach him the method of treatment."

The knights invited Orin and the Warcraft cats to enter the castle and sit down in the drawing room.

Olin didn't like this nephew very much. After all, Oz was once the crown prince and the best candidate to succeed the country. He was surrounded by crowds, which was completely different from Mandelkerit who barely grew up relying on his care.

Although Ozzy has a soft appearance, his personality and style have inherited Ain's bravery and might, and he is a typical soldier.

Orin doesn't like soldiers and knights, especially after being stabbed by Mandelkerit.

And Olin was quite sure that doing his nephew this favor would do no good.Even though Oz was suffering, Ain still did not propose to abolish his position as crown prince.

Olin sat at the long table in the living room and picked up the Warcraft cat who was in charge of being touched.What is the right way to make this seem reasonable?

There is not much time left for him to think, the Warcraft cat has just turned its belly out.The footsteps of the knights resounded. Olin raised his head, and the knights lined up separately. It was hard to say that the characters he saw were alive.

Olin blinked, and the thing in front of him looked like a statue of a handsome man. Below the chest of the statue, there were things like big rubies connected together. Above the chest, most of them had the same texture as human beings, but the eyes and eyes were damaged. The texture of gems is also faintly revealed in the skin.

The long blond hair has been carefully groomed into beautiful curls, and some statues of old times will use mohair to make wigs.

Even though the texture of the body is a "jewel", "it" is still wearing a formal dress.

Beautiful to look at, but not like something alive, that's what Oz is now.

Olin didn't salute, but said, "Your Highness, I have brought you a cure."

When Ozzy heard his voice, his beautiful eyes blinked, and the jewel-like cracks peeled off layer by layer.

"Is that you, my uncle?" he asked Orin in a hoarse voice.

"Well, I don't have to hide from you."

"You came back from death..." Ozzy raised his hand slightly, and fine cracked crystals fell down with his movements.

"Yeah..." Olin said, "Please allow me to heal a part of you first, to show my sincerity."

His nephew nodded: "Please start with the eyes, I want...to see you, and the world."

Olin snapped his fingers, and the Warcraft cats unfolded all kinds of things for treatment.Olin chanted the spell, even Karas himself might not be able to immediately interpret the magic he transformed.

The gold turned into fine threads floating in the air, gently peeled off the cracks, and penetrated into the prince's eyes.

Orin knew the pain from the rift, but he was thinking of another thing at the moment.He wasn't particularly close to his nephew, but he confirmed that Oz was able to pass on the magic of healing the rift.However, the magic to heal the rift is the secret of the Time God...

Olin figured it out.

At the same time, Ozzy propped himself up, and the serving knights rushed to support him.

"Dear uncle, I see you."

"I came here with conditions..." Aurin said without waiting for the prince to enjoy the joy of returning his eyesight, "Would you like to listen to my conditions, and then heal yourself completely?"

The joy on Ozzy's face froze, and after a moment of silence he said, "Please speak."

"What I give you is the secret of the gods..." Olin said, "If one day I want to be an enemy of the gods, what will you do?"

Oz replied without hesitation, "I want Ellowyn to prosper."

The royal family's standard answer.Olin crossed his arms, and the monster cats followed behind him, watching the cracks flying like crystals, occasionally mixed with blood and broken flesh.

Olin smiled: "If that day really comes, I hope that the knights of Cerei will abandon their fear and fight against the gods with me."

"Master Xuan came..." Oz ordered, "here to sign a sacred contract."

The binding force of the magic contract is self-evident.Olin made a contract with his nephew, left behind the magical notes for healing the crack, and then taught Selei's magician the specific method of casting spells.

Ozzy gave Orin a magic badge, made of gold, engraved with a dragon wrapped around roses.

With this badge, Orin can command the roaming Serai knights throughout Ellowyn.

After finishing these days, it was already dawn, and Olin and the exhausted Warcraft cats went down the mountain.

Olin returned to the hotel and arranged for the Warcraft cats to sleep.He leaned against the window, watching the traffic.

Am I really ready for a war?Olin asked himself.He knew very well that he would become the fuse of the war, that everything could trigger a war, and that the revival of the royal family would even shake the authority of the gods.But what can he gain from this war?

Maybe it was just a simple vent.Olin thought about it, sat back on the bed, hugged the Warcraft cat responsible for being touched, rubbed it, and began to think about how to continue.

How to start a war and win it, how to get back to Karas.Winning the war was an impossible task for him, but it only took time to get back to Karas.

time.Orin thought, locked the door, walked out of the hotel, and sat at the city gate until dark.

When he returned to the hotel, the Warcraft cat from Serai station came and gave him a letter.The seal of the Temple of Time and Space was printed on the envelope.

As the god of time and space, Calas Kuraflo never wrote to Olin.

The letter read: "Return to the Temple of Time and Space in Rose Castle within seven days and accept the punishment of leaving without permission."

Orin froze for a moment, then closed the letter.Wake up the Warcraft cat and go to Rose Castle.It was his fault for leaving without saying goodbye. Fortunately, Karas has always loved him, and the punishment is at most a few criticisms.

On the way, Orin still didn't open the magic book, but thought about what would happen if he quarreled with Karas.

Olin didn't have the impression of quarreling with Callas, but he did have disturbing memories of fighting, because the outcome was always one-sided.

On the other hand, since the result is certain, there is no need to think about it. Karas will give the two people a face every time, so the uneasiness in Olin's heart has disappeared.

It was already dusk when we returned to Rose Castle, and Olin paid the Warcraft cats.The Warcraft cats got paid, rubbed against him in turn, and ran away happily.

The journey emptied Orin's savings as a priest.If Olin was still the prince, he definitely wouldn't care about the money.

And now he is just an ordinary priest.The empty purse reminded him of when he had just returned from Kaldiran.What is spending a little money compared to being forgotten by the whole country?

Orin entered the temple while his thoughts were jumping. Karas was discussing something with the priests in front of the altar, and he didn't stop when he saw him come back.

Olin sat in the last row of the altar, looked at the magic book in his hand, and opened the title page.He couldn't read, but his mind was calm.

When night fell, the priests dispersed.Orin closed the magic book he couldn't read, and sat on the seat opposite Karas.

"I'm back," Olin said.

Karas hugged Orin, took off his dusty coat, and washed his face with the holy water on the altar.

Orin closed his eyes and let Karas wash him.He had a long-lost feeling of coming home.

How does it feel to be home?This is the moment.Not going back to Hallony from the construction site, or having to go back across the border to Roseborough at the end of a fugitive trip.

Going home means someone is waiting in good faith, even if punishment comes with it.

Callas wiped the water off Orin's face and asked, "Where have you been?"

Olin took out the magic badge brought back from Seri, and told his nephew what he had seen and heard.

Callas smiled wryly, and that expression reminded Orin of himself.

"You must be very tired and have spent all your savings."

Olin also smiled: "It's nothing."

Callas put away his smile, he usually showed this serious and cute expression in the meeting place of the gods.

But apart from Orin, no one would think that the seriousness and cuteness of the Time God have any relationship.

Callas said, "I'm going to punish you."

Olin let Karas hug him and said softly, "Are you going to punish me here?"

"Yeah..." Callas said, gently letting Olin sit back on the seat, "Within thirty days and nights, you will forget how to use magic."

Olin was stunned for a moment, this was completely different from what he had expected.He had thought about making out on this marble altar many times, but had never done so.But, take away the magic?

The principle of the anti-magic ritual against demons is simple: to block the connection between the core of the demon and the channel of magic power.Doing so causes the demon great pain, and usually ends with the demon breaking through the blockage on its own and killing the magician performing the ritual.

"Are you going to torture me?" Olin finally spit out such a sentence.

"I will make you forget about magic and part of your knowledge. You will remember what you have learned, but not the specific magic..." Karas touched Orin's forehead, "Okay, from now on."

Orin felt a refreshment on his brow, which wasn't what punishment should feel like.He tried to recall even the most rudimentary of fire spells in order to burn Karas' robes for fun, but failed.

He completely forgot about magic, but he didn't feel any physical pain, just a little tired and relieved, as if he had just unloaded some heavy burden.

"And then..." Callas continued, "you can think."

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