Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

In the Tower of Bubbles on the outskirts of the castle.

Orin stayed in the Tower of Bubbles for a period of time under strict supervision. The name was to carry out the study of magic apprentices, which was actually a continuation of Gore's unfinished research.There he fell into the habit of studying all night, and eventually fell ill.

In the end, Olin wrote to Ain on the hospital bed: "Father is a great magician, I can't understand his research."

Olin's health trumps all the words in this letter.Ain took his younger brother out of the Tower of Bubbles and sealed up the research materials left by Gore. Ain didn't restart those studies until Yalexia succeeded as Prime Minister.

Orin vaguely heard some gossip from Yalexia's magician: "This is all the magic of the age of gods on the royal star, and it is too embarrassing for the prince to study it."

Orin laughed. He only read the catalog of materials in the Tower of Bubbles, so that he could answer the question sets of Ain's magicians when he went out.

Olin doesn't want his life to become a continuation of others.If the price of being Prime Minister is to become another person he hates so much, then don't do it.

Olin has never worried about his abilities. If Gore's research is the power magic of the Golden Demon Age on Fomalhaut, Olin can fully understand it.Just think of who his mentor was.

"Cough-cough-"

There was a sudden resistance in his throat, and Orin coughed involuntarily. He touched the handkerchief and vomited.Red crystals the size of wheat grains are scattered on the silk handkerchief, which are cracks.

The fissures produced by the devil's respiratory tract are similar to human sputum. The reason for the fissures produced by demons is completely different from that of humans. Most of the former is due to fatigue.

Among Olin's illnesses, spitting out rift fragments was nothing serious.He could live and pretend he was normal.

Orin folded the handkerchief and threw it aside.For some reason, the shadow of Karas flashed in his mind.

Even now that they weren't a good match, Olin still thought about Karas, like a normal person thinking about an old friend who made a fortune, inappropriate but still there.

However, the fight with Karas reminded Orin of his father inexplicably, and reminded him of some interesting things.

"Research itself is fun," Al Gore once said.Olin felt the same way, and was disgusted that he could feel the joy of research.

Orin sometimes feels that he is some kind of monster that was created, and he must follow some of his father's designs to survive.

So Karas seems to have become a fuse again, not so pleasant, but it triggers thinking.

After the attempted murder by drowning, Olin began to correct himself and hated everything Gore liked, starting with food like broccoli and rabbit.

Olin coughed for a while again, this time without coughing up any cracks. He continued to read the golden book, writing down notes while reading: "The purpose of currency...Erowin's contemporary currency must be real, otherwise it will lead to disaster. Even if the real China's currency is relatively stable, and it is inevitable to have problems in times of war.

What's more, there is no entity, and pure energy cannot be used as currency in a broad sense... There was a magician who predicted the world after a thousand years, and there was no currency at that time..."

Orin put down his pen and began to think to himself, "What do I want to do?"

He stared at the golden book, and the tiredness of three days without sleep made him temporarily forget what he was looking for.

"Is there a possibility that my father is Ellowyn's best magician, and I only defeated him by luck?

Because of this arrogance, I shouldn't challenge the Prime Minister's seat?

With a little stupidity, am I the one who should die in the sea?

If I die, will my father not have to go to war with my brother? In this case, if my father is the prime minister of my brother, will the country be better than it is now?Am I the one who shouldn't exist in history? "

A train of doubts rose in Orin's mind.He just stared at the book like that, his bloodshot eyes unblinking, like a sculpture that might burst at any moment.

"What I can do, any competent senior magician can do. How is my life different from that of any citizen?"

Olin patted his face, he knew it was the cranky thoughts brought on by fatigue.Fatigue has its own causes, but all of them lead to dementia.

These thoughts came to his mind for the first time: the day before Rose Castle was completed, when he was pierced 444 times by the god of death, and when he tried his best last time but failed to win against Karas Kuraflo.

He tore at his face until there was a slight "meow" sound at the door of the room.

Olin rubbed his eyes and looked towards the door. At some point, there was a rust-red cat's nest at the door.

A kitten poked its head out of it. The kitten's face was black, its body was light beige, and its feet were as big as a lynx.

The little black-faced cat found that Olin had noticed it, so it "meowed" and ran towards him deftly.

Olin rolled over and got out of bed, and faced the little black-faced cat. Who can refuse a kitten running towards him?

The little black-faced cat ran to Olin's feet, sat down politely, and said, "Good morning, now I am Karas the black-faced cat."

If demons could dream, it would be this moment.

"Hello, kitty..." Orin held out his hand.

The kitten jumped into Olin's hands, and the warm and plush touch made him realize that this was not magic brought about by dreams or illusions.

The kitten said again: "The puppet said you haven't slept for a few days, let me take a look."

These words brought Olin back to reality. Olin vaguely remembered that Anna mentioned that she wanted to establish a fast channel to communicate with the God of Time and Space.

"As long as the new god is willing to take care of you with a puppet," Olin replied angrily at that time.Unexpectedly, the impossible has come true.

If the God of Time and Space himself appeared here, Olin would definitely take out his few remaining artifacts and stab the opponent to death. If he loses this time, he will burn the whole country.

The kitten rubbed its face against Olin's palm: "What are you thinking about, why don't you sleep?"

That's Callas, the little black-faced cat.Olin sighed, and the divergent thoughts were withdrawn like a river flowing backwards.

"This year's accounts are not very good..." Olin replied, "I'm thinking, given the current situation in the territory, what can I do next year."

The kitten stared at Olin with amber eyes: "Then you must be so tired after thinking for a long time without any results."

"Not long."

"It's better to sleep first, and I'll help you think about it this afternoon."

"You, you are just a kitten, this is not something you have to consider..." Olin couldn't help but stroked the kitten's head, the little head was fluffy, there was no better comfort in the world.

"I just can help you figure it out..." said the kitten, snuggling up to Olin's chest, "you can sleep for a while, I want to sleep for a while too."

Orin let out a "hmm" and closed his eyes. Sleep is difficult for him, and his thoughts are still in consideration of reality.

Callas the kitten knew, of course, and licked his chin, leaving a wet mark.

Olin frowned: "Don't lick me..."

"You used to like the black-faced cat Callas licking you!"

"That was before..." Olin scratched the kitten's head, "Now I just want to sleep peacefully..."

The kitten stopped licking, and instead pawed gently on Orin's chest.Cat paws are soft and warm, like a lover's kiss.

Lover's kiss, Olin instantly lost sleepiness again.He understood that with those messy thoughts, he naturally didn't deserve a lover's kiss.But it seems that without such a kiss, he would fall into an endless loop of insomnia.

Orin grinned wryly where the kitten couldn't see, he'd spent his life chasing something that didn't match him.Too high, too low.

Thinking of this, Olin opened his eyes and touched the kitten.Seeing that he was not sleeping, the kitten turned out its belly for him to stroke.

Orin muttered, "Can't sleep."

The kitten narrowed its eyes and stretched its waist: "Speaking of which, you won't be thinking about some strange way to get rich so that you can't sleep."

"I don't. I pay tribute to His Majesty every year."

"It's not false accounting..." The kitten curled up its tail and covered the back of Olin's hand. "There are some things in your room, which together can be called evidence of treason."

Olin grabbed the kitten and put it in his mouth: "I ate you."

Orin grabbed the cat's head in one bite, feeling like a dog, but more than a dog.

The kitten's voice echoed in Orin's mouth: "I can't breathe."

Olin heard that the kitten couldn't breathe, and also felt a buzzing in his head, so he let go and spat out a mouthful of cat fur.

The kitten licks its paws and washes its wet face.When the kitten Callas came to Halloni last time, he often played with Orin like this, so he was not afraid at all.

"Tell me, is there any evidence of rebellion?"

After the kitten washed his face, he sat up proudly: "The star crystal on your bookshelf is enough to blow up the local area to the ground, and the energy of the detonation can definitely burn up to the imperial city and then burn it up.

That star crystal was left by us at the challenge venue. At that time, the Prime Minister explicitly prohibited keeping it, but you still kept a piece.Research on magic products at this level requires the consent of both His Majesty and the Prime Minister. "

"Humph."

"Also..." Kitten patted the opened golden book, "You think much more than that, right? The founding prime minister did do research on the materialization of energy, but it failed. The priceless energy is a good time to start research.

But, you actually want to turn destructive energy into currency?Think of a country like this where everyone trades bombs, how horrible. "

"I ate you!" Olin grabbed the kitten and made a gesture to put it in his mouth again.

"Don't eat me..." the kitten said eagerly, its big amber eyes were shining softly