Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Sitting on the seat, he waved his hands, except for the pure magic leakage that made a hole in the ground, nothing that could be called "magic" appeared.

He wanted to fill in the pit, after all, this is a sacred temple, but there was no memory of magic in his mind.Olin sighed, went to the shed to find tools, and squatted on the ground to mend it.

"You can think about it..." Karas rolled up his sleeves, squatted beside Olin, and filled the hole with him, "What is magic to you?"

What is magic?Olin never thought about it.He filled the hole, went to the public bath with Callas to take a bath, and then went back to the bedroom to lie down.When he lay down, he finally opened the magic book of the new era.

The structure of the spellbook is clear: the basic theory and several spells of crafting applicable to contemporary times.Even if he lost some of his memory, it would not be difficult for Orin to understand the magic of the new age.

He rested on Karas' lap and started studying from Chapter 1 of the book, the first page was floating magic.

"What do you want me to know?" Orin asked. "It seems that there is no magic, and there is no problem with me now."

He was tired after saying this, dullness and tingling crawled up his cheeks, making him drowsy.

Karas didn't answer, just stroked Olin's cheek, the slight touch was like an electric shock, distorted his expression a few times, but drove away the fatigue.

Years later, it was the same when Olin huddled in the rental house in City G and let Callas stick the low-frequency massager on his face: he was a little embarrassed because he couldn't control his expression, but he felt comfortable in the end.

"Don't rush to answer me..." Callas kissed Olin's forehead, "Continue to think and get a perfect conclusion."

Olin closed the book and buried his face in Callas's arms: "If you don't mind this annoying little mistake, make out with me tonight. After all, I didn't realize until after I left that I miss you."

Callas smiled, and the curtains closed and the bed's drapery floated, obscuring their intimate presence.

The spellbook itself is not important, what matters is the timing of reading it.If Olin hadn't been so frank in the past, maybe it was the resurrection from the "death" and the journey that changed him.

Now that he is back, he can accept himself better, even if he is far from perfect.

What is magic to me?With that question in mind, Olin continued his 30-day sentence.

For the first three days, he still cleaned the ground and carved statues for the temple. These tasks can be performed without magic.

He couldn't read the magic books of the old era at all, so he couldn't continue to copy them to complete the task of the temple, so he had to leave this matter to other priests.

Not to mention the training of the monster cats, Olin lost his magic and couldn't understand the words of the monsters at all. He had to wait for the other priests to train before he could talk to the monsters.

Olin feels his life has changed, but it doesn't seem to matter.

On the seventh day, the priest in charge of finances sent bad news. Because the scope of work became smaller, Olin's salary for this month was also cut to half of the original one.

Immediately afterwards, the priest in charge of personnel came and said that the accommodation and food treatment would remain the same, and Olin could spend his spare time doing odd jobs outside, but he was still the priest of the Temple of Time and Space, and his work would still resume the same after one month.

Because the priests knew the relationship between Orin and Karas, they were too humble when dealing with him.

Orin didn't care about money, he knew Karas wanted him to think about something - what would life be like without magic?

Orin appeased the priests, and on the morning of the fourth day, he went to the Bachelor's Tower in Rose Castle and found a job copying history books.

Because this job does not include room and board, the basic salary is very high, which just fills in the gap in his monthly income.

Olin took a vacation cat to go. The cat caught a bunch of mice in the scholar's tower and got bacon as a reward. Bachelors hate mice that gnaw through books.

If there is no magic, life will not change much.Olin thought, he does not pursue the ultimate in magic, but the past history makes him feel troubled.

He regretted that because of Alessia's visit, he was angry and left without saying goodbye.Without this, he would not understand the meaning of magic to him, but to Karas, it was harm for no reason.Callas didn't deserve this.

In the evening, Olin came out of the Bachelor's Tower with the day's reward. He put the gold coins in the linen wallet and planned to buy Karas some food as compensation the next day.

Karas doesn't like to eat the common hollow noodles, and must have fragrant and soft bread.

Orin knew what Karas liked to eat, and Karas knew it himself, but the followers of the Time and Space God didn't know.This seems to be more free than Prince Halloni.

Freedom, thinking of freedom, Olin's thoughts diverged, and he felt that his previous life seemed to be all about forgetting emotions, living hard, not talking nonsense, only screaming when he was beaten, and pretending that he was still alive.

But with Callas, all falsehood was lifted like a fog, and life revealed a new aspect before him: pure, unconditional happiness.

Nothing is unconditional, Orin clutched his sackcloth wallet and plunged into the dark night.

The bread was not needed the next day, and he wanted to buy it for Callas right away.He hadn't done much for unicorns, mermaids, and black cats, but he could at least have bought bread for Callas Curaflo of Settrum.

Because he couldn't use magic, Orin ran all the way.It was more than a hundred years ago when he slipped away from the city of Tempertus and was chased to the beach by Julian Vandylin last time.

When Olin got to the bakery, the shop was closed.He knocked on the door politely, and not long after, the shopkeeper who was as tired as him opened the door.

Olin said, "I'd like three steaming sugar loaves."

The owner of the store was an old woman, and she looked embarrassed when she heard his request.Only then did Olin know that the bakery only baked a batch of bread in the morning and closed the business when it was sold out that day.

"Please bake me new bread, the price is negotiable..." Olin said, smiling flatteringly by the way.

Perhaps his good looks played a role, the owner agreed to re-bake a batch of bread, the amount is the bakery's turnover for a day, and the price is Olin's half a month's salary.

"As soon as possible..." Olin opened the linen wallet and paid the deposit.

The owner hurriedly called the guys who were about to get off work to start get off work.Olin sat in the bakery, soothing his splintered limbs, watching the men build fires.

Orin couldn't stand the speed at which ordinary people ignite. He remembered that there were simple fire magic in the magic books of the new era, but he was still in the punishment period, and he couldn't remember how to use those magic at all.

Olin just sat there and continued to think. A bakery would produce hundreds of loaves a day, and he would hire a worker to bring the bread back to the Temple of Time and Space, and distribute it to the priests and Warcraft cats he knew, enough for them to eat for a few days.

Things would be so much simpler if there were magic.But no, just wait.

Roseburg's business is booming, even at night, it is not difficult for Olin to find people or monsters who are willing to help him.

It took several hours to bake bread, and Olin sat on a wooden chair in the shop, looking at the price list on the wooden board boredly: white bread, one silver coin;

Sugar buns, five silver coins each.Callas loves sugar buns, yes.

Thinking of this, Orin covered his face and smiled at the price list, but it was a foolish thing.

He smiled aimlessly in his disguise, in the fatigue of his limbs.

He knew that he was doing a stupid thing. Even if he went back to his childhood, he might not be able to knock on the door of the shop in the middle of the night and buy bread for his lover that he didn't know if he would eat it right away.

But without the magic, he has more time to wait and more opportunities to regret: on the way to the bakery, thinking about paying, and waiting.Without magic, he will be more attached to some stupid things: unnecessary, self-moving, but it makes him feel the joy of life.

The door of the bakery squeaked, Olin turned his head, and Karas stepped in wearing a magician's robe.

"What are you doing here?" Olin put down his hand, and Karas was here, so he had a reason to giggle.

Callas raised his pocket watch, and the dial pointed to ten o'clock: "Usually at this time, you are bubbling in your sleep. But you ran out today, so I'll take a look."

"Are you hungry?" Orin tilted his head.

Callas sat down. "I'm hungry. I want sugar bread."

Olin kept smiling: "Coincidentally, I just ordered sugar bread for you."

Olin explained his reasons for coming here.Callas also smiled: "You know my mind too well... Your Majesty came to find me just now, and dealing with him is really exhausting."

Orin opened his mouth, but said nothing.Reality came oppressively at an unexpected speed, and it did not allow him to think.

"What did Ain say?" Orin asked.

Karas picked up Orin's tail and put it on his lap: "Your Majesty wants to see you, and he is still waiting for us in the temple. But I know, you definitely don't want to see him now."

Olin wagged his tail: "Yeah, I didn't think about anything. I didn't think about how to meet him. Although nothing about me has changed, for him, time has passed 30 years. And the country's The power structure has changed, and I have nowhere to settle when I come back, so I might as well pretend to be dead."

Callas patted Orin's tail as a sign of comfort: "Your Majesty will slowly bring you back to life and return to the country, even if it means fighting the gods."

Olin sighed: "So I haven't figured out how to meet him yet."

Olin has nothing but Callas.did not send