Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

While Theodore and Eric were shaking together, Hill also ushered in a visitor, Death Knight Goldnia.

"My king, fortunately, I found the brown goblin tribe on the edge of the dark forest that you asked me to track some time ago, and now I have controlled them."

The other party is still the armor of the whole body, even the face is tightly covered, only a black mist can be seen from the gap in the helmet.

The same is the death knight, but his style is completely different from Monroe.

But later Hill learned that Monroe was in the form of a black fog when he was alone. Maintaining a human form required magic power. Under normal circumstances, the death knight was not interested in doing that. The reason why Monroe did that was because Hill praised him for being good-looking.

Hill was very moved when he learned about this later...Do you think it's possible that Hill could be so innocent? In fact, after Hill knew that Monroe was willing to show his face because he praised his good-looking face, he said to Monroe: "Actually I think your body is as good-looking as your face, so..."

Then he was hit by Monroe's white eyes.

... The death knight would actually roll his eyes and gain insight.

Irvine, who has witnessed all the experiences next to him, feels a bit of a myocardial infarction... Lord Devil, you, from a certain point of view, you are really the leader of all previous devil kings.

It seems that this plan will not work. Hill felt quite regretful.

"Food and color," Hill said politely to Irvin who felt painful over there, "I am the devil, what is wrong with my pursuit of this kind of visual enjoyment? Isn't it just like looking at good-looking muscles and bodies... …Of course it’s better if it’s not just a visual enjoyment. By the way," he said guiltily, "don’t let Al hear it."

If the dark elf Albrecht heard it, the consequences would be disastrous.

Monroe's low laughter came from behind: "So it doesn't matter if I hear it? My lord."

"Because I believe you will listen to me obediently." Hill said.

"You are too domineering."

"Otherwise, how come the overbearing demon fell in love with me." Hill said smoothly.

"Oh." Monroe raised his head and glanced at Hill, his dark eyes faintly red, "I'm looking forward to it."

"Cough cough cough cough...? Monroe? You?" Hill was still immersed in the dark elf moron, so he didn't react for a while and was choked.

"Because you are my lord." Monroe said calmly: "So I will gladly accept everything you give me, whether it is hope or despair, whether it is a word of faith or a dark whisper of corruption, whether it is love or hate, I will accept it happily, happily."

Ah... According to reason, their words of allegiance on weekdays are the same, but for some reason Hill feels a little shaggy.

Illusion.

——Return to this night.

After Death Knight Goldnia reported on the brown-skin goblins, Hill dug up this message from recent trivia: "Is that the tribe that the goblin elders told me before? I remember they were unwilling to help me work?"

"Yes, they are still unwilling to cooperate." Goldnia said.

"It seems there are some who are not afraid of power," Hill smiled, with a harsh smile in his casual laugh. "But if the one who is not afraid of my power is my power, then forget it, I will feel uncomfortable." He tapped his finger. He looked at the desktop and smiled lowly, "After all, it is better to read other people's stories with extreme twists and turns. If it is your turn to experience, I can't wait to open all the hangings right from the beginning."

In the endless darkness that stretches out of the Blackrock Tower, Goldnia knows that this is a road on which a steel monster called a train walks. The industrial-rich railway looks magnificent under the blood moon of the demon world.

Lights flashed in the Blackrock Tower, and the figure of Lord Demon was cast on the wall. Goldnia knew that no matter what the final outcome, Lord Demon was destined to leave a strong mark in the history of the Demon World, allegiance to allegiance, but everyone Those who have extra ambitions, now seeing Lord Demon King leaving a great name forever, Goldnia also knows that he should put it together so that he can become a legendary character and a troubadour. The object of mutual praise.

Strangely speaking, none of the demons felt that Hill was too "kind", and that all who thought Hill was kind were humans. This is probably due to the different ways of thinking on the two sides. In fact, from the perspective of the Demon King Hill, living people are more valuable than dead, living people are easier to use, and the population in the Middle Ages is inherently small. Hill sometimes talked about his thoughts to the people in the demon world, and the demon races could also understand. They may have thought that humans were more humble and weaker before, but they also knew that if they were serious in the Devil King, they were also humble and weaker according to their theory, so from this strange perspective, they could fully understand some of Hill's methods.

As for humans, Hill also only explained some things about the Devildom to Teresa, and didn't say too much to Jon Baker and Old Jackson. He usually either discusses matters or makes a fuss. Some humans feel that Hill's attitude towards humans is a little too good, a little too kind, but they certainly don't blame it from a human standpoint, but feel that it is more comfortable to cooperate.

Goldnia couldn't understand Hill. He thought for a while, and said according to his own understanding: "So for the drama of the story, let us make their lives more turbulent?"

"It sounds terrible." Hill stopped tapping his fingers on the table, and the corners of his back lips raised. "But I like it."

Goldnia quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Is it a big family?"

"Not very big," Goldnia replied.

"Not a big tribe, I thought you would kill them in your style." Hill teased.

Goldnia said solemnly: "If in the past, I would indeed do this. I would think that these things shouldn't bother my king."

Hill smiled, "Okay... wait, did something similar happen before? Okay, I know, don't tell me, I just pretend to continue not knowing, but I can't slaughter the demons casually in the future."

"Yes, my king." Goldnia replied, "but I am now learning my king's way of thinking, thinking that every demon has its role, but I don't know how to do it."

"Okay." Hill stood up and looked out at the dark night. "I'll go and see."

02.

The moonlight tonight is not bright, the clouds in the sky are thick and many, and the moonlight is blocked from time to time, making the earth dark.

The brown goblins gathered together and whispered.

"That's the five elders, don't we really surrender?"

"Wait a second, I heard that these adults behave differently now, so we can increase our bargaining chips and sell us a good price."

"Yes, wealth and wealth are in danger."

There are a few hellhounds around them. These hellhounds show their white fangs and have a terrifying aura that makes the goblins a little uneasy.

"I, I still feel a little scared..."

"These Hellhounds are so scary, they are all catching up with the higher demons."

"We are businessmen! We have to dare to make any deal! Calm down!"

"Yes, we have to calm down, even if the devil himself comes over, we have to negotiate with him."

"Yes! Negotiations!"

"Strive for the best interest!"

These goblins are getting more and more confident.

The wind blew, and it was a bit cold.

The hellhounds suddenly pricked their ears.

This made the goblins tremble.

Then they saw the Hellhound whining a few times to a place, and then they all crawled down.

Then, the black leather boots slowly stepped across the decayed leaves on the ground, the dark cloak fluttered in the wind, and someone stepped on a small animal bone and appeared in front of the goblins.

Behind him is a dim blood moon.

The aura radiating from his body is even more eye-catching than that **** moon.

The death knights beside the hellhound all knelt on one knee and said at the same time, "My king."

The Demon King... is really the Demon Lord!

The goblins were suddenly stupid, and many people looked at one of them. That goblin was the one who just said that even the demon king himself had to negotiate.

Hill nodded faintly at the death knights, "Thanks for your hard work." Then he looked at the goblins, "Is there anything to say?"

"We like freedom!" said the goblin who was focused on by everyone with courage.

"You like to live." Hill said flatly.

"I, we like freedom..." The goblin lacked confidence this time.

Hill suddenly smiled, and he walked up to the goblin, who was not half as tall as him, and his shadow directly covered the opponent's body. Then he bent down, patted his head, and said in a coaxing tone: "You prefer to live. Good." But there was no smile in his eyes.

The goblin swallowed and said, "Yes... we prefer to live."

Hill smiled again, and his hand touched the goblin's head again, then followed his face on his neck and pinched it abruptly.

The goblins around were almost scared to death at this moment.

Hill pinched it and lifted it directly. The goblin was struggling with his limbs, with a desperate expression in his eyes. Hill looked at him indifferently, for one second, two seconds, then let go and let him fall to the ground.

"Be very grateful to Dade."

The night wind sent Hill's faint voice.

"Then crying and confessing to report to Elder Mane."

The goblin coughed and shuddered on the ground.

The surrounding dark knights have left quietly with the Hellhound.

The other goblins also shuddered for a while, and one of the goblins suddenly reacted: "It's all to blame you!"

"It's all to blame for your words that blasphemed the dignity of Lord Demon Lord!"

"kill him!"

"Hit him!"

02.

Hill looked at his hand under the light, and he remembered how he had just pinched the goblin's neck.

He realized that he didn't feel anything just now, so he strangled him like this, and he wouldn't have the slightest tremor in his heart.

Hill has never liked to think about who I am, whether it is a demon or a human being. He feels that he hasn't even dealt with the immediate issues and has no time to think about these philosophical issues.

But at this moment he was really a little scared by himself.

He sighed slowly and turned to look at Monroe over there: "Monroe, if I kill someone, would you still believe in me?"

Monroe felt a little inexplicable. Of course, as the Demon King, you have killed a lot of people. Didn't you kill one of my colleagues yourself in the first place? "My belief in you will not change because of anything."

"Then you are not the faith itself?" Hill smiled sullenly.

"No, I know how special you are to me." Monroe said.

"Then don't leave me." Hill said, his red eyes are a bit muddy at the moment, and he repeated, "Don't leave me."

"Yes." Monroe found out that his state was wrong and replied cautiously.

"Say, won't leave me."

"Won't leave you, my lord..."

"Kneel down and kiss the back of my hand."

Monroe did so. He knelt on one knee and picked up Hill's hand, but before his lips were touching the back of Hill's hand, Hill suddenly pinched his jaw.

Monroe and him looked at each other quietly.

Hill saw that the red in the black of Monroe's eyes gradually increased, and the dark red color subsequently flooded his pupils.

Look at each other quietly.

Monroe let go of Hill's hand and approached him following Hill's strength.

Then he kissed his lips.

"Won't leave you, Hill."

He said so. When he said this, his eyes were strangely restored to calm black.

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