[Western Fantasy] After the equipment was robbed

Inspired by the Lich mentor, and because of his father's inability to handle affairs, Christian decided to become the new Demon King so that he could grant himself experimental funds and a test site.

She studied hard and finally replaced her father at the age of one hundred and ascended the throne.

"Christian can do it! Christian can handle his father's official duties for three months and assign tasks to his subordinates in one day!"

The grandmother is very happy, and her two unreliable parents are also very happy-because it is really troublesome to be in the wrong major.

After repeatedly confirming that his daughter could do it and that there was no pressure, Urien dragged Klein to the human world, intending to continue to live his original life.

And the demon world... just like that, under the rule of the lich and the new king, it has entered into a rapid development.

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Inspired by the human world, Hell began to think about architectural styles.

The factions of different styles among the demons split into several ideas for a while, and it lasted for a long time until two leaders emerged.

Crooked notes, tense conversations, messy discussions on issues that have nothing to do with the original theme, the front of the throne is almost the same as a busy city.

Christian sat on the throne, supported his crown, and then precisely threw the book he was reading at a chattering demon.

"Shut up, idiots, I'm not sitting here to listen to your meaningless and irrelevant nonsense." The little girl folded her hands and said, "So, tell me, did you find something out of your discussion? What do you want? What kind of hell do you want to build roughly?"

"Of course our Chaos Faction is the best!" said the leader of the Shofen Demon, "Ah... Chaos is our main theme, and those cold things are obviously not suitable here."

"You are talking nonsense!" The other group of demons headed by them retorted without hesitation, "Sharp structure, solid and cold, there is no room for it... Isn't the essence of demons like this?"

"It's a pity, don't count all the demons, I am not!"

"Idiot, what else can you refute? Distort your instincts?"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Christian threw another book over and suppressed the scene.

"It's me who makes the decision, not you! Listen carefully, when I give you two more hourglasses, when the red moon rises again, I will get the answer you gave me!"

After finishing speaking, she left the throne without looking back, and the Witch King followed behind her.

"Which one do you think is better?" On the way, the grandmother couldn't help asking her, "From the details, those things are all good."

"So it's good to have everything." Christian smiled, "Children make choices."

On the surface, he looks proud and full of self-confidence, possessing the initial demeanor of a king.

"But isn't there only one main gathering point in hell?"

"It's very simple. Cut it roughly in half, one half is messy, and the other half is tidy. Isn't that all taken care of? As for leaving a space in the middle, they will handle it themselves."

"……really not bad."

The little girl said proudly: "Of course. But where did Ethan go? Why haven't I seen him all day? Can't I go to a fixed place to sketch if I like painting? It seems that letting the Internet through is a mistake. If I find out, he will wait to shut down the Internet cafe."

"Who knows." The grandmother sighed, thinking about the youngest child.

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The area where the River Styx flows is not single, it has four seasons.

The extreme winter, the spring of recovery, and the autumn of tranquility are all shaped by it, which is rare in the devil world.

And Ethan, Klein's youngest child, likes to go to the extreme cold area the most.

Holding the palette in his hand, he was painting a corner of the Styx River, enduring the cold that seemed to be carved into the marrow of his bones, and trying to maintain the formation that the group of newborn demons crawling out of the river could not sense.

"Ah, if my sister finds out, it will probably be very troublesome. But she doesn't know, even if I am disconnected from the Internet, I will still do it. Painting, the fun..." He trembled, trying to cheer himself up, "Painting... ...I want to leave the most beautiful and unforgettable scenery. Come on, Ethan, you can do it!"

Today, he is still on the verge of death, trying to realize his ideal.