Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The fluffy touch made him feel at ease and sleep longer.

Things in the past have become history, and the way of the little black faced cat cannot always be used.Callas thought, reached out to hug Orin, and pulled him into his arms.The two lay on their sides, Orin's back against Karas' chest, warm and stiff.

"Um……"

Callas was sure Orin knew it was him, and the expected disgust and snarl didn't materialize.

Orin just whimpered again and went back to sleep.Maybe he needs a little reassurance right now.

Karas thought, unbuttoning Olin's nightgown, stroking his chest and waist, the scales around his waist softened a bit, "calcium and gold need to be supplemented", this thought flashed in Karas' mind, making him feel like a demon nutritionist.

"What's wrong?" Olin's voice came from Karas' arms.

"I want to hug you."

Olin's voice was tinged with anxiety: "You just got a job, so it's not suitable to meet with me."

Callas tightened his arms and kissed Olin's ear: "No one knows I've been here except you."

"Well, whatever you want, if you lose your position, don't blame me for not reminding you."

That being said, Orin turned around and buried his face in Karas's chest.He has always been like this with the little black-faced cat.Callas hugged Orin and let him sleep in his arms.

Callas stroked Orin's hair: "Did you sleep well?"

"is acceptable."

"Sleep a little longer."

Olin raised his head, staring at Karas with bloodshot eyes: "No need."

"Ah, yes, but I think you need to rest more..." Callas said, "Look, the puppets even prepared cat dolls for you."

"It's not what you think..." Olin smiled wryly, "Ain's reply came before you came back. The cat doll came with the letter."

Halloni is not far from Rose Castle, enough for a courier to go back and forth in one day.

It's just that the workmanship of this cat doll is very fine, and it is also dotted with luxurious silk threads. It can be seen that it has been carefully prepared.

The face of the cat doll is almost exactly the same as that of the black-faced cat Callas. It is alert and cute, and there are a few smart hairs in its ears.Maybe it's the elder brother's filling for the softness of the younger brother's heart, Karas thought.

"Take a little more rest..." Callas patted Olin, "At least don't get up immediately, you have me, and the doll black-faced cat, you just put your arms around the two of us, safely..."

Faced with this lullaby-like comfort, Olin didn't insist any longer. He lowered his head, leaned his back against Karas' chest, and pillowed it on Karas' arm, as if he was at the end of the world, and all value judgments had lost their standards. Only love flows.

Callas shoved the cat doll into Orin's hands.

"Do you think I'm a toddler?" Olin sighed.

Callas touched Olin's cheek again: "I think you need a black-faced cat."

As he spoke, Callas reached into Orin's nightgown and stroked his trembling chest.

"Oh..." Olin sighed again, "Have Aka and Anna entertained you for dinner?"

"I ate the black-faced cat's cat meal and the space-time god's simple meal..." Karas kissed Olin's ear again, "Hallonni's special dishes are delicious, and I especially like butter bread and lamb chops .”

"I'll ask A-Ka to prepare some more..." Olin's voice revealed a little relief.

Karas lowered his head and rubbed his chin against Orin's ear.Orin let Karas caress, and took his wrist by the way.

"You need to add calcium and gold..." Karas tapped the scales on Olin's waist, "Here, it's softened."

"Huh?" Olin was stunned. "No one has ever told me this before."

Because no one will touch you here, Karas thought, without saying a word, just kneading Olin's waist.Olin followed Karas, heaved a long sigh, and started talking to himself:

"Gold . . . I have no luck. Think of Londrio Van Dilin."

Callas had read about that history a hundred years ago, and his toes curled up when he thought of that history.

On the eve of the last Hundred Years' War, Ain had ordered Olin to do practical research on magical minerals, but Olin refused, because Elovin's mineralogy was a subject that was founded by the founding prime minister.

The reason is self-evident.After some twists and turns, Ain failed, so he had no choice but to scold his younger brother and hand over the research to the famous court magician at that time, Londrio Van Dilin.

Londrio lived up to expectations, and within half a year he handed over a satisfactory answer sheet. He discovered a method of using star magic to locate mines, and found enough magic mines for the royal family to carry on the war to the next ten thousand years.

Ain rewarded Londrio with ten cities made of gold. Londrio used magic to relocate the golden city to Tempertus, where he established the Fandilin family.

If Olin accepted Ain's request, then the ten golden cities would be his, so why worry about the accounts here?Karas understood what Olin meant and said nothing.

Olin thought Karas hadn't heard, poked him: "You know?"

"I know the records in the history books..." Callas rubbed Olin.

"Yeah, ten golden cities..." Olin unconsciously held Karas's hand, as if instinctively stroking his own cat, "I forgot how I felt at the time, but it was still a little uncomfortable. Is it the punishment of fate or My stupidity? If I had those ten golden cities, I would never be what I am now."

Callas stroked Olin's hair: "Being yourself is more important than getting rich."

Olin squeezed the black-faced cat doll. Everyone needed him to get the job done, but no one thought he was more valuable than ten golden cities.

With Karas' touch, his thoughts became more confused, like the darkness before dawn, the weakness before a serious illness was cured.

Julian Van Dilin once asked Orin Valentine in the dungeon of Tempertus: "A hundred years ago, didn't you regret rejecting Ain? If you accepted that invitation, you and I would never meet again .”

Julian is not smart.If Olin had a chance to replace the Emperor, destroy the country, and go down in history as a "dynasty ended in mediocrity," Olin would definitely choose him—if Julian hadn't asked that.

Orin felt himself being too selfish again.He was always thinking about himself, but never about what Karas was thinking.

Callas drifted from nothingness to boring reality, and was restrained by many rules and regulations for no reason, and he would not be much better than him!

"Could you give me a kiss..." Orin begged in a low voice, as if to make sure that Karas still liked him.

Callas lifted Olin's chin without hesitation, and left a kiss on his lips.The kiss was just right, there was no aggression to take advantage of others, nor was it perfunctory.

Olin took the opportunity to let go of the cat doll and hug Karas' neck.Karas felt that something was beginning to move around Orin. It was hard to say whether it was good or bad, but it seemed to be a warm-up exercise for getting closer to him: it was not enough to get rid of the shadow completely, but it was a good start.

Stop despairing of the past.Callas wondered which god he hoped would hear his wish.

It would be great if you can help him realize it.Ah, Callas almost forgot that he was also a god.

God seemed to Callas a job, a means to be with his lover.But at this moment, he really hopes that God is a dream and hope in the pagan sense, and can realize everything.

"Woooo..."

Orin let out a short-breathing whine in Karas' arms, it seemed he didn't know how to breathe during the long kiss.

Callas ended the kiss, holding Orin in his arms.Orin collapsed against Karas's chest, panting softly.

"Sometimes I feel that the timing is not good enough..." Olin held up the black-faced cat doll, "Ain thinks so too. He doesn't pursue the matter of the star crystals, but tells me that letting go of some of the past doesn't mean that we can move forward immediately."

Callas patted Olin on the back, took his hand, and also held the black-faced cat doll: "You have me, and I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

Orin put down the black cat doll and took Karas' hand.Callas shook it back. Orin just woke up, and his hands don't have much strength. Maybe lovers who need to be pampered are like this.

"It's ridiculous to say, but I want to accompany you to go forward for a few hundred years or a thousand years, but I didn't expect that as soon as I took a step, I would go on the road of rebellion."

The question in Karas' heart was answered, he didn't say any more, just hugged Olin and stroked his tired back.

In the long years, there was not much time for them to spend time together in silence, so Karas cherished it very much.

He hoped that time would stop here and not move forward half a step, but his stomach rumbled.

Olin also recovered from the gentleness: "Huh? You're hungry."

"I'm not hungry, but it would be even better if you'd like to have something to eat with me."

Olin chose a small reception room to have afternoon tea with Callas.The two each have a couch, with a coffee table in the middle.

Halloni's afternoon tea is quite different from Roseburg Palace's. There are steaks and wine, which is closer to a dinner.Orin's pillow on the Golden Book looked like a bomb to Callas.

Callas sat on the couch, picked up the golden dinner plate, forked a dice-sized piece of meat with a silver fork with the length of his thumb, and said with a smile, "It's so thoughtful, I just want to eat some meat."

"It's really not etiquette, please forgive me..." Olin lay flat, sipped the wine in the glass, and accidentally caught Callas's confused expression, and continued to explain, "If you are in the palace, most of the afternoon tea is Dessert and tea. This is a strange habit I have developed from hanging around with the porters for a long time. If you are not here, I will eat a little quail liver, Ain saw absolutely