Regarding my reincarnation as a monster, Her Majesty the Queen asked me to repay her kindness

"The amount of consciousness is very important to both the main body and the avatar. In terms of the living environment, I don't need consciousness too urgently."

"After the consciousness is reduced, my perception of the body is relatively weaker, the sense of touch has decreased, the control of strength has become weaker, and the overall control of the body cannot reach a healthy state."

"Well, my mind is in a small part of confusion, I can't think deeply, and my long-term memory seems to be blurred."

In the end, Betis crossed her hands together, inserted it, and felt it for a moment.

"My perception of my own body seems to have become not my own. From the touch, it seems that other people's hands are holding hands."

Then, separate your hands and open your right hand.

Magic power appeared in the hand, and after brewing for a while, the flame element emerged, and the sense of explosion still existed.

The appearance of magic is not so smooth, there is a noticeable pause and delay.

"After the consciousness is reduced, it is a weakening of the self as a whole, and the power of magic has not been reduced."

Betis sat back on the bed, picked up the magic book, and read a page quietly and seriously.

"I can see in and remember and think. In this way, there will be no problems in human social activities. I judged correctly before. It is enough to leave 5.00% consciousness in the avatar, and it is not a problem to improve myself."

I'm afraid it will take a day or two to get used to the inconvenience caused by the reduced consciousness.

At this time, the slime hiding in the corner of the room suddenly popped out of the cabinet with a round head.

Betis saw that this was the slime that Aunt Sophia bought her. That day the main body changed into its appearance and got into its body instead of competing. It also moved like other slimes. dare not move.

Now, it finally dared to act.

After popping out his head, he looked around for a while before slowly moving out again.

Betis can guess what this slime is looking at without looking at the notification on her bracelet.

Betis picked up the eggshell left on the bed: "Do you need this?"

The slime's chubby body swayed for a while, then moved forward cautiously, and came to Betis's feet. Its shape was not so round, and it looked like it was looking up at the eggshell on Betis's hand.

Put the eggshell on the ground,

The slime moved slowly, wrapping part of the eggshell with its own body.

There was a sound of cracking eggshells in the air.

Very light, very light.

......

After a long afternoon of seminars, until night, the nobles finally filled their stomachs with wine, wiped their oily faces and left.

Kadlu was left alone in his place.

Putting away the smiling face for entertainment, he threw the greased white napkin on the dining table casually.

The steward sent away a group of nobles, walked in from the door, and said, "Mr. Cadrou, the mayor's people have already escorted them away, but the gentleman from Ayr Harbor did not leave. He wants to see you. "

"Tell him the seminar is over."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

A loud laugh came from outside the door.

Cadrou and the butler looked at the nobleman from Port Ayre, who came in.

Because he ate too much, he untied the belt on his belly and held it in his hand, making his distended belly still protrude under the loose clothes.

His face was full of drunken red after wine and meat.

"Mr. Kadrou, the seminar is over, we have nothing to do."

His smile is ugly, and even his face is disgusting.

This time, Kadlu didn't smile along with him. With a calm face, he showed his aloofness, raised his face, and looked directly at the man with indifferent eyes.

Seeing him sitting on the oil-stained seminar table without aristocrat, Kadlu frowned slightly: "The seminar is over, please leave my manor."

The man from Port Ayer said with a smile: "Mr. Kadlu, you are a scholar, and even a respected fifth-level magician. The weight of a fifth-level magician is respected by any country in this continent. Welcome enough, it's really not good for you to settle in this small city of Rites, you should know that the Great Magician Eugene next to the Pope is also a fifth-level magician, look at him, then look at you, you Should know what I'm talking about, you fit into the wider sky."

"I was invited by the Pope, and after knowing the mistakes you made, I really feel sorry for you. A fifth-level magician almost lost his head because of disobedience. This is not something you should have."

"I know that you have a slime square in Rite City. You are a scholar and a businessman. You should consider your future from the perspective of a businessman. After all, your heart doesn't have your body." The body is so old, you say, don't you?"

"You are right, Mr. Noble from Ayr Harbor." Cadreux's face was very calm.

Seeing Kadrou's response, the nobleman from Port Ayer suddenly became excited: "Yes, yes, Mr. Kadrou, you should be favored by the Pope and do greater things."

Kadlu stood up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Walking forward slowly, he asked, "Excuse me, what is the great thing?"

The man also jumped off the table.

The only difference from the seminar just now is that the person who laughed with him changed from Kadlu to him.

"Mr. Kadrou, do you think that our Nuoba Church needs a wiser Pope, not a short-sighted woman, our country is being swallowed by a woman, we need light, someone worthy of our pursuit people."

"I'm sure you understand exactly what I'm saying. We need a new Pope, not a woman."

"Who is the new Pope?" asked Cadreou.

"Hahahahaha, Mr. Kadru, you can't ask that, you haven't..." The man from Port Ayer struggled with his hands, with a helpless smile on his face: "Show, you need to show. "

"I see, what do you need me to do for you?"

"No, no, Mr. Kadlou, you are wrong. It is not for us, but for the future of the Noba Theocracy. The Pope is in Zhite City. As long as you make a move, hehehe, you know, you only need to stop Yu Jin is fine. Of course, you can also go to Eugene to discuss at this time. After all, your strengths are equal, which is very suitable. The great magician Eugene will agree. After that, you just need to wait, there will be something you can't refuse remuneration."

"What kind of reward?"

"Ah, this is really difficult, and you will know when the time comes."

Cadreux nodded: "Sir from Aire Harbor, you know that I am a scholar, and you also know that I am a businessman. When Arnold College was established, because of insufficient manpower, I did two Lecturer of the year."

"Yes, yes, I know, I know, Mr. Kaderou, you love your students very much, and you are very good to those little guys. I understand that as a teacher, it is important to cultivate a sense of accomplishment for each student. , It’s worth remembering, this is growth.”

The man smelled of alcohol, and he didn't quite understand what Kadru meant when he said these words:

"However, I don't quite understand what you mean by that. Is there anything else you need to add?"

"Have."

"What is it?" He stepped forward and attached his ear to Kadlu's face.

"I am also a nobleman."

"Haha....this...uh!!"

Suddenly, the smiling face of the man from Port Ayr changed drastically.

His face twitched, turning into sharp pain.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the indifferent Kadru.

Trembling and bowing his head again,

All I saw was a beautiful metal spoon stuck in my stomach, and blood was flowing down the spoon.

The hand that manipulated the spoon was covered with expensive rings, and was twisting the direction of the spoon fiercely. The blood spurted out, dyeing the hands that manipulated the spoon bright red.

Kadlu looked at the man's face indifferently, and the painful face turned into surprise because of the current change.

Fierce hysteria ensued.

"you you....."

"Cadroo!! You old bastard, do you know who I am, do you know!!"

He really wanted to push Kadlu away, but he only saw Kadlu take a step forward, smelling a faint fragrance, and pressed his other hands behind him.

How could he possibly be able to push Kadlu away after being drained by alcohol and sex? He is very old, but his strength is also extremely terrifying.

Cadrou didn't answer him, but just looked at him.

"Come on, help me, save..."

Such pain made his voice very low, he really wanted to squat down, but he didn't have any chance, his body couldn't move, he couldn't move at all.

He took a big mouthful of breath, not fresh air, but the scent of Kadlu.

"me....."

"Why are you....."

The pain didn't end, it was so painful that it lasted like this, he had never been abused like this in his life.

He didn't understand, why, why Kadlu had done this to him.

He didn't do anything, obviously, he just wanted to win over Kadlu.

Why, to kill him, to torture myself like this, why not let myself get rid of this pain quickly.

Did I do something wrong!

Where did you provoke him!

"Mr. Kadrou, I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go, save me, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to bear this pain..."

He begged Kadlu, but it was useless, he looked at the butler behind Kadlu.

However, the other party just stood quietly behind Kadlu, turning a blind eye to his situation.

Under his pleading, Kadlu remained expressionless,

at last,

As his vision gradually blurred,

Kadlu said indifferently,

"The current Nuoba Theocracy, I like it very much."

It wasn't until the man passed out that Kadlu pushed him down.

At this time,

The butler brought pure water from the dining table and poured it slowly into Kadlu's hands.

Meticulously wash the blood off your hands,

The butler brought the napkins again,

Wiping off the wet hands, Kadlu glanced at the man who was weaker than a woman on the ground.

"Hand him over to the Pope, report the truth, and inform Mr. Mayor, send all the scholars under his command to the prison cell, entertain them generously, and let them go after they understand the research materials."

"Yes, Monsieur Cadrou, what do those who have left need to do?"

"Nuoba Theocracy can maintain peace for hundreds of years, not everyone's mind is full of feces, but he is not as good as a fool."

Kadlu turned and left, and looked down at the man on the ground who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Do not speak.

Leave here and go to Mr. Mayor's house.

His slime square needs traffic to get money,

Because he is a businessman.

His research factory needs a lot of money to maintain,

Because he is a scholar.

Many of his research topics need fresh blood to come in for joint research,

So the establishment of Arnold College.

His pupils need a peaceful kingdom,

He also loves peace.

There are so many things he wants in this world, he likes this kind of environment, and he prefers to work hard to get something in this kind of environment.

This is the difference between trash and genius.

The Nuoba Theocracy is a piece of fertile land, and it does not need the baptism of war, let alone digging out the bones to absorb the nutrients here.

And he,

He is a hardworking farmer.