Yellow hair can also have a husband-chasing crematorium

"I didn't abuse her! She's doing well in my house!" Langdon resented, "I don't understand what she's thinking at all, can't she be a demon?"

"...Do you want to go back and test it? Flora should have the means to test the demons, right?"

Langdon thought about it, and thought it was a good idea: "Yeah, why didn't I think of it... Coincidentally, Lilica might be coming to my birthday party, please leave it to Flora."

That's what I said, but Langdon also knew that before the Demon King appeared, the probability of the demons awakening was very low, and they might not be awakened after seven or eight reincarnations. At this time, the test could not detect anything, but it was still a backstory Yes, let him see if there is any problem with his close subordinates.

"That's why I told you not to reject Flora so much, I didn't even think of such an easy thing to think of." Lei Shidong complained a bit, and was a little proud, "If you have any questions, just ask me, maybe I will Help."

Langdon said immediately, "I really need your help."

The corners of Lei Shidong's mouth almost reached the ears: "What's the matter, is it important?"

"It's very important. I can't trust others."

Langdon sighed: "Could you go to the secret room in my library and help me find materials related to the awakening of my family's blood? There are too many books in it. I am too busy now, and I dare not let others in... Whether I can awaken the blood magic is up to you, Leilei."

[ps: All the additions owed last month have been settled!I started to repay this month's addition, and it should be finished soon. 】

27. There are still people begging to work for free (3k)

After all, when it was time to use someone else, Langdon couldn't let the middleman pass the word all day—Redstone just found an excuse to run away, because he didn't want to face Flora's "Why does Langdon always look for me?" "You" jealous eyes——so about the collective demon test, Langdon planned to talk to Flora himself.

It just so happened that he was also a little curious about what Flora could do. It would be better to ask this kind of matter face to face, maybe it was some kind of secret.

If it is someone else, even the emperor, who is completely asking for the saint, he should put down his dignity and invite the saint himself.

But Langdon didn't have this string in his mind, so he had someone tell Flora to come over, and Flora did come directly.

The maid who was randomly caught by Langdon to pass on the message was deeply confused when she saw that Her Majesty was not dissatisfied with being neglected, but also rushed to the study.

Her colleagues couldn't hold back their gossip for a long time, and poked her quietly: "How about it, do you not understand why Her Majesty the Holy Maiden has such an attitude?"

"That's right...that's, that's Her Majesty the Holy Maiden!"

Compared with the Duke of the August Empire and the Duchy of Stuart, the only saint in the entire continent, who is also the container of the gods, actually has a brighter halo.

It is different from the nobles who know that the gods will not come at will, so they use their hearts more towards the saint.

For simple civilians, the existence of the saint is like a god walking on the ground. I always feel that even the duke should respect each other more. This kind of attitude of coming and going is really annoying. Uneasy, afraid of the saint's blame.

The colleague shook his head: "It looks like you are new here."

The maid admitted: "Yes, because there is a shortage of manpower due to the preparation of the birthday party, I was transferred here today."

As a result, she wiped the vase well in the corridor, but was suddenly stopped by the little duke and asked her to send a message to His Royal Highness—she was almost scared to death, okay?

The colleague said mysteriously: "Actually, the saint and our Duke are childhood sweethearts, and she used to be the Duke's personal maid!"

The newcomer suddenly realized!

No wonder the duke is so used to ordering the saint to come over directly, without considering the identity issue at all!

"However, wouldn't this be too good...Even if she was a maid before, she is now a saint..."

The colleague waved his hand: "His Royal Highness doesn't mind, don't think too much, this shows that our Duke is different from other people."

The nobles must envy and hate our Duke for this kind of special treatment!

Just as he was about to continue talking, his colleague suddenly shut up and bowed his head against the wall in salute.

The new maid turned her head curiously, and found that the blond princess was walking this way, she was so frightened that she quickly followed and stood against the wall.

The noble princess glanced at them thoughtfully: "Is the saint looking for the Duke?"

The colleague quickly replied: "Yes."

The princess nodded and walked towards the study.

The colleague wiped off his sweat.

Their lord duke is really amazing. The princess and the saint have stayed in this castle for so many days at the same time, and they are so harmonious. The reputation of the lord duke is really not groundless. He is very good at courting daughters!

Unaware that his reputation has been vindicated, but not completely, Langdon is discussing the demon test with Flora.

"...Probably so."

"So that's it, I understand, it can be done."

Having said that, Flora's expression showed a trace of disappointment.

After she came to the castle for so long, it was the first time Langdon took the initiative to call her over. She thought she would say something to her, but it turned out to be business...

How should I put it, it felt like something Langdon would do now.

But not like the Langdon she knew.

Is this the change after inheriting the title?It seems to have become more responsible, but also more cold and businesslike...

No, he is different from today's magic swordsman. He is obviously in the most official occasion, but his personal emotions are very obvious.

...just have nothing to say to her.

She had a lot to say to Langdon, but Langdon didn't seem to want to talk to her other than these business matters.

Obviously before, even if it was just a trivial matter like seeing a flower with a strange color, she would share it with her... Sigh, even if she carefully nurtured that beautiful three-color flower with divine power, it didn't bloom for too long.

At that time, I just felt a little regretful, but I didn't expect to think about it now, but I felt a dull pain in my heart for no reason.

"...Miss Saintess?"

Langdon's call revived Flora from her depression.

"Ah, yes, I heard that. Regarding the test, you need to start preparing a few days in advance."

Langdon asked curiously, "So, what is the solution?"

Flora replied, "With my blood."

Langdon was taken aback: "...blood?"

"Yes, but not below a certain concentration..."

Of course, in actual operation, it is not enough to simply cut a wound. Ordinary blood is meaningless, otherwise the temple would have dripped the saint's blood into the water source long ago.

Flora directly told Langdon the secret of the temple.

"To be precise, my blood is just a medium to carry divine power. I need to adjust my body to resonate and compress the power from the gods into the blood vessels... The power of the demons and the gods is in conflict, so when I touch a god in this form After the blood, they will react very much—but those with strong endurance can probably pretend to be fine, so it is not completely accurate, it is just as a reference.”

After explaining, Flora hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you worried about the demons around you? Why don't I give you some backup now?"

The existence of the demons, who appear and disappear like ghosts, is indeed very dangerous, and Flora also hopes that Langdon will be safer around him.

Facing Flora's concern, Langdon felt a little complicated.

Langdon was silent for a few seconds.

But Flora looked at him with terrified eyes and begged, "Please, Langdon, don't refuse...I just want to help you."

This kind of Flora made Langdon feel very strange.

It's neither as innocent and cute as when I was a child, nor as arrogant and strong as before. Instead, my attitude is so humble that it makes people uncomfortable.

Especially recalling Flora, who had to make excuses for apologizing before, Langdon couldn't help but sneer: "How do I remember, you worked so hard to become a saint, but you don't want to be looked down upon by others? Why bother to put on such a face now?" A gesture to—”

"...Because I found out that I probably got a lot of things wrong."

Flora didn't expect Langdon to be willing to say such a thing to her. Even if it was a mocking attitude, she was both pleasantly surprised and apprehensive. She was afraid that she would say something wrong again. Even if the treatment was gone, she couldn't help being more cautious: "I shouldn't ignore important people for the sake of other people's opinions... It's completely putting the cart before the horse..."

"Whatever you do, it has nothing to do with me." Langdon replied indifferently.

Flora refused to let go of this opportunity, and hurriedly continued: "Langdon, I know you probably can't trust me anymore, but...but it's okay, you don't need to trust me, just like this time, as long as you use I'll do it."

Langdon finally couldn't help showing a "what are you talking about" expression.

"I'm very useful. You can find me when you're injured, and you can find me if you're looking for demons... Don't deliberately avoid me, just use the 'Saint' like everyone else."

Flora plucked up her courage, walked over to Langdon, knelt beside his chair, took his hand, and looked up at him.

Her cherry pink eyes were filled with tears, and her delicate and beautiful face showed an unprecedented earnestness and devotion.

Those who are watched by her like this will even think that they are gods being prayed to in a trance.

Believers who dare not ask for forgiveness can only beg in mourning.

"It's also being used by others. I hope that the person who uses me is you, Langdon, please—don't give up on me...!"

But as Flora herself said, after experiencing the backstab, Langdon had a hard time trusting Flora.

He just couldn't help complaining about Flora's stupidity: "Have you finally found out? Becoming a saint is not a good thing, it's just more useful."

Glittering tears rolled down her cheeks, but Flora showed a slight smile at the sarcasm: "But what I'm most afraid of now is that it's useless..."

Langdon sighed, and replied with a bit of spontaneity: "I really don't understand you...you can do whatever you want."

He originally wanted Flora to help him with things, but he didn't expect Flora to be so active. He was afraid that he would not use her, and even begged to work for him... Such a good job, of course he couldn't refuse!

Flora didn't know what Langdon was thinking, all she knew was that this was the second time Langdon had said "whatever you want" in just a few minutes.

But the first time just made Flora feel panic and sad, this time it made Flora extremely happy.

Because the meaning of this time means that Langdon has agreed to her request, and will not deliberately ignore her in the future, or choose more dangerous options in order to avoid her.

When encountering the damage of Lilica's enchanted sword again, I will not seek help from a layman alchemist, but will seek her for treatment.

Although Langdon's response was not a positive agreement, but a negative refusal, but for Flora, this was already a big enough improvement.

It's just that, while Flora was joyful, she was also suffering pain equal to joy in her heart.

... what is she doing.

She was looking at the only person in this world who would have regarded her as Flora instead of a saint, and turned her into a purely useful existence.

But if she didn't do this, she would have no other way to make Langdon look her in the face again.

This is probably her retribution.

Her willful and selfish behavior caused her to lose the precious feelings of her important people. No matter how hard she tried to make up, everything could never go back to the past.

But if you give up now, there is really no hope at all.

What she can do now is to increase her use value, so that Langdon will find it difficult to use others so that it is difficult to leave her...

Flora stood up again and asked with a smile.

"By the way, I can demonstrate how to extract the divine blood... I heard that because it is very close to the state of divine descent, it is also good for onlookers. Do you want to see it?"

[ps: Jiageng, the time is a bit late, but today is still the day before I sleep! 】

28. Light Wings Embodying Mind Imagery (3k)

Langdon actually hoped that the gods would descend directly rather than approaching the state of divine descent, so he could ask himself and his eldest nephew what was going on.

But even without asking, Langdon knew it was impossible.

If God came so easily, why did the Son of Prophecy work so hard.

Moreover, the divine descending puts a lot of pressure on the container. It is precisely because she knows that the divine descending will not happen that the saint dares to increase the resonance.

It's better not to be so ambitious, first make sure that there are no demons around you.

Flora asked Langdon for the vial that was supposed to contain the psychotropic potion, then took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The files placed on the desktop, in the room with closed doors and windows, suddenly there is no wind and automatically.

Flora clasped her hands in front of her chest, murmured some spell, her long pink hair fluttered gently, and her plain white dress fluttered in the waves of magic power.

The white light elements in the air were quickly gathered, resonating with the magic power in the girl's body.

With the weaving of the spell, a layer of faint fluorescence gradually emerged on the body surface, and a pair of pure white wings of light suddenly spread out from behind the girl.

This is a phenomenon caused when the magic power is too strong.

Theoretically speaking, every magician may cause this phenomenon when he is serious, but generally speaking, the range of influence will be relatively small, mostly because the magic power is too strong, and the properties of the magic power temporarily change the eyes. Color, hair color, etc., as long as the magic is dissipated, it can be restored to its original state.

The direct condensing of wings like Flora only occurs on people with very powerful magic power, and because it is related to the soul, it can be regarded as the realization of the mental image, so it is quite revealing. For example, there was a What the saintess condensed turned out to be ferocious goat horns.

But the changes don't stop there.

Flora, who was gently lifted up by the magic power, slowly opened her eyes.