Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

When Hill returned the Alice Ribbon to the Demon Realm, he frightened a gang of demons. The five elders took turns in groups to see the child and conducted a wave of strong onlookers.

The dark elf Albrecht was about to fly with jealousy: "My king, you intend to use her as a ration, right? You definitely intend to use her as a ration..."

"Why are you jealous of even a child?" Hill couldn't laugh or cry.

"Because she is so close to you!" Albrecht said righteously.

Hill said, "I didn't see you jealous of Monroe."

Albrecht replied: "Because I can't beat Lord Monroe...Why should I be jealous of Lord Monroe?" He showed a dazed expression, "Your Excellency Monroe doesn't come to the Demon Realm often?"

The other four five elders all looked at the dark elves with pity.

The dark elf was still at a loss: "What happened? What happened to the Lord Monroe? My king?"

Hill coughed, and he found that Albrecht was not so unsightly. "It's okay." After Hill came hypocritically, he quickly led the topic on the right track: "The matter about Alice, without my permission, no demons can hurt her."

Ghost Bins hit the nail on the head: "You mean, do you plan to raise her as a daughter?"

"Well... be it, raise it first," Hill said.

Little Alice is a very cute girl. When Hill handed the dagger to her yesterday, there was a tentative mind. If she couldn't make it, Hill would not force her, but treat her as the pope. The illegitimate girl is treated as a **** - of course, it must be able to keep up with the material conditions.

Finally Alice passed his test.

Here Hill actually made a very thoughtful layout...let's call it thoughtful: He smeared poison on her dagger. He thought that she had no education so she didn't know where people could kill with a single blow. She gathered up the courage to stabbed and didn't stabbed to death. The other party continued to scream, which was too difficult.

Now that it is passed, let's raise it well.

——Hill told her that she could call him by name. Hill.

Seeing the ghost Bins hit the nail on the head, the dark elf Albrecht also tried to hit the blood for a while: "You mean, can you hurt her with your permission?"

"Don't pick words with me, go pick other things..." Hill rolled his eyes helplessly.

Albrecht thought for a while.

Then he blushed in full view.

Hill and several other elders all showed twitching and **** expressions, except for the death knight Goldnia hidden under the mask, his expressions were invisible to everyone.

Hill started to blast people: "Go away, I'm going to see little Alice now."

Albrecht was very dissatisfied: "My lord, do you like children? The dark elves have many cute children you can play with..."

"It's not that you have to say children, it's specific." Hill explained.

"If it doesn't work, I'll give you one! This is also specific!" Albrecht said.

Hill: "..."

This is such a loyal and terrible subordinate.

Hill found that it was really difficult for him to be angry with Albrecht, because in a sense the opponent was really too strong, too strong...

After driving away the moths headed by Albrecht—even though the other four elders were implicated, Hill walked to the next room.

He asked Irvin to clean up a bedroom for Alice in the Blackrock Spire, but he hadn’t made any additional decorations and decorations yet. Hill wondered how to make Alice’s room as a princess room. Oh, you can also let the dark elves do it. There are some clothes for little girls. Alice is already cute. Wearing cute Lolita clothes will surely empty the blood tank.

Hill couldn't help but remember that he had seen something like: "My son is about to be born, buy Lego for my son! Buy a PSP for my son! Buy a weapon model for my son!... I will play with it again. Cough."

Thinking of these messy things in his mind, Hill knocked on the door of the room, sorted out his expression, and walked in after getting "please come in".

Although Alice is still young, Hill thinks that some things can already be cultivated.

Alice was sitting on the stone bed. After she came to the demon world, she took a hot bath and ate some bread and fell asleep. Just now Hill’s knock on the door woke her up. In fact, she was not awake yet, but she still got up immediately. NS. She is a clever child.

"Now get up and clean up, today the skeleton elders will come over to eat together, you will need to get up at this point every day in the future." Hill said.

"Okay." Alice said.

Hill pondered for a moment, "Do you have any questions? I have no experience with raising children. You can just say what you want and you have questions. Don't be embarrassed. I won't give it to you if it is inconvenient. Don't worry. Bar."

His overly straightforward attitude may be unbearable for children, but Alice is not an ordinary child, so she nodded meekly, "Okay, Hill." She lowered her head and thought for a while, the first question is : "What do I need to do here?"

"What did you do before?" Hill asked.

"Pick wild fruits, find food, and play." Alice said.

"It looks like... I thought it would be the kind of poor children who would do housework and wash clothes early on," Hill said.

"There are only two sets of clothes at home, so you don't usually need to wash them." Alice said.

Hmm... he thinks too much. I heard that in ancient times, the whole family changed their clothes because they were too poor, and in modern times, there was also this kind of real thing. Because there was no clothes, I went to work in the fields before dawn, and waited for it to get dark. Go home furtively again. Everyone in the house puts on his clothes when going out, and everything else is left naked.

"In this way, there are a lot of things you need to do here, if you want." Hill paused after speaking here, and continued: "You can also choose to do nothing, just as carefree as before. Play with care and forget your hatred. In the end, I need to use your identity to do something, and then you need to obediently agree."

"Play carefree..." Alice repeated, her sapphire eyes were a little confused and cute.

For playing, children like these. If Alice chooses Hill in this way, she will be a little disappointed, but she must not be allowed to call him "Hill" in the future.

Alice continued: "...I used to think I was carefree, but now I realize that my worries are blocked by my mother."

Hill had already got her answer, and he put his hand on her head with satisfaction, "Good boy."

breakfast time.

Because he doesn't worry about getting fat, Hill eats very rich three meals a day-three meals a day.

People in the Middle Ages and other worlds basically had two meals a day. There was no breakfast. The main meal was eaten close to noon. The second meal is probably what we call tea time. Generally speaking, only patients and children eat breakfast. The demons don't pay attention to this, if you want to, it doesn't matter if you eat from morning to night-a demon once did this. With such a colleague, Hill's three meals a day could not be more normal.

Alice was actually a little nervous when she followed Hill into the restaurant. Her mother was a devout believer, so she had also heard many terrible rumors about the demons. What will the demons eat? Is it **** raw meat? Are they spiders and cockroaches? Is it a bug? If she had to eat, she had to pluck up the courage to come... Then Alice was taken aback by the skeletons waiting in the restaurant.

The skeleton said: "My king, good day."

"Good day, elder." Hill said, actually he forgot the other person's name.

Alice remembered that Hill had said that breakfast would be eaten with the elders of the Skeleton clan.

So it was... Then she widened her eyes and saw the fire elemental spirit put up a dazzling array of food.

The first is the omelette sprinkled with condiments on the plate. The mutated chickens are much better than ordinary chickens. The meat is more tender and the taste is more delicious. The eggs they lay are larger than ordinary eggs, the yolk is more round and nutritious, and the egg white is brighter and thicker.

At this time, the omelette has a tempting golden color, with a slightly charred edge. She took the sauce Lin up and took a bite, the rich scent made her want to sigh with satisfaction. She opened her eyes wide, wondering, why is it so delicious?

Next is the seaweed chicken roll. The chicken is put in various seasonings to make minced meat, then the minced chicken is rolled up with seaweed, and then fried until the surface changes color. The chicken is slightly browned and ready to eat. The seaweed is crispy and delicious, the chicken breast is also tender and delicious. It has a rich taste and unique taste. The refreshing taste of seaweed, the rich aroma of the sauce, the taste of the chicken itself... these tastes are mixed together and burst out in the mouth, and she swallows the food. , The aftertaste still lingered between his lips and tongue.

It's so delicious!

Hunger started to growl in her belly, and Alice resisted the urge to gobble up and eat as gracefully as possible-this was her mother taught her.

The things Hill and Skeleton Elder talked about at the beginning, Alice was tortured by hunger, did not hear, but later she started to listen, and then found that they were probably talking about building a house.

"Um...make a cemetery for the dark elves, a firefly cemetery, I want a lot of fireflies in that valley. Look at the specific operation for yourself, to form a complete food chain, and let the Encyclopedia Department follow you.

And the manor we just mentioned, the rose manor of the blood race, is the place we ordered last time. There are thorns and roses outside, only the logo of the dark night clan is exposed; the elves’ vineyards, first go to make the frame, I will plan the specifics; the succubus’s moonlight manor..." Alice, who was listening to them curiously, said, "Also, build a manor for Alice. "

"Okay, my king, where is the location of Lord Alice's Manor?" the Elder Skeleton asked.

"This afternoon...tomorrow...the next morning I will take her around and determine the location." Hill said, and then he looked at Alice, "It just happens that you can think about what kind of manor you want in these two days. "

Alice replied subconsciously: "Okay..."

What happened before her seemed like a dream to her.

She once also imagined that her noble father would come to pick her up, that she could enjoy food that only nobles could eat, that she would have a beautiful room like a princess, and that a special maid would comb her hair. Her mother always taught her How to grow into a lady.

All this seems to be realizing, and more.

But it was not her father who gave her this, but the devil.

After eating breakfast, the demon king gave her a snack and told her that if she was obedient, she could eat a snack every day. She looked curiously at the thing called pulp jelly. The crystal-clear jelly was wrapped in the flesh, which was plump and looked very beautiful.

Is such a delicate thing for eating... She dug a spoon and put it in her mouth, took a bite, the taste of Q bombs, the juice splashed out of it, sweet and sour, smooth and delicious, and the charming fruity fragrance burst from the tip of the tongue. It was mixed with the fragrance of milk, and her teeth and cheeks were fragrant after eating, which made her eyes widen again.

It's really delicious...!

02.

Hill originally planned to find a Paladin to teach Alice to school, but Alice had a deeper shadow of the Paladin, so Hill changed a ghost. Every morning, Alice needs to have breakfast with Hill. Hill is used to dealing with some affairs at breakfast. Alice can ask questions. This is also a learning process. Then it was time to learn written knowledge. In the evening, Hill wrote or made games, and Alice sat aside carefully reviewing her homework. I always feel that life seems to have become a lot warmer.

Under the vigorous rectification of the old Jackson, the Bird of Dawn charity organization took on a new look.

After reviewing the promotional video taken by the old Jackson’s son Jefferson Jackson, Hill reorganized it, and then made an outline in his head and went to Magnolia City.

The Magnolia Continent has entered the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Sea God Sacrifice of the Plague Islands is about to arrive. Recently, Jacob has been very busy, and Monroe himself is also there to preside over the overall situation.

Although Hill made too many arrangements for the Plague Islands, he paid great attention to it-Monroe was always there to prove this.

It was dusk when Hill walked into the Duke’s mansion, a pure black cloak with a dark gold pattern, shiny chain mail, a beast leather belt, and black lizard leather boots were all available, and the brilliant sunset sprinkled on him. Make him look like a hero returning from the expedition.

Old Jackson was waiting for him at the door, "Welcome, my friend."

"Thank you for your welcome, old Jackson." Hill said, "It's rare that you are waiting for me at the door. I will be flattered. After all, this is really rare."

"I've picked you up at the door, can't you just leave Germany?" Old Jackson said.

Hill took off his gloves and handed them to the servant next to him. The servant had become accustomed to the master's quarrel with the adult, and God knew he was almost frightened to death when he heard it for the first time.

"Germanship can't be left by mouth," Hill said, "so I won't accumulate morality."

"Come here, you are here with your fallacies." Old Jackson said.

"And I didn't have much virtue." Hill continued.

"You have recently fallen from a mouthful of crookedness to a savage mess." Old Jackson commented.

The two of them walked into the mansion while talking, and the setting sun faded from them, and the shadows covered their luxurious clothes.

The corner of the cloak passed the setting sun, and finally followed its owner into the darkness.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Hill asked.

"There is a ‘reason’ to say that there is a ‘reason’ at any rate, and at any rate it can be regarded as a ‘reason’, but the humiliation is that there is no ‘reason’ at all.” Old Jackson said.

"This is very good." Hill nodded, and then said: "But in most cases, it is useless to say anything. You are strong, and others only see your strength. No matter what you say, others will be able to make up for it. , You are weak, and others don’t care what you say."

"So it's great to be able to communicate on an equal footing at this time." Old Jackson smiled, "Am I right? My friend."

"Quite right..." Hill also smiled, and the two of them cherished each other for a moment. After a few seconds, Hill continued to say: "But you sometimes despise me, don't think I don't know."

"Sorry, but I thought it was human nature, because you sometimes... um... indeed, you know." Old Jackson said.

Both of them laughed at the same time, the atmosphere was just right.

It's nice to have such a good friend. Hill thought.

Once and the old Jackson were basically a combination of interests, but it became like this unknowingly. I don’t know if this will happen with more people in the future. Hill came here to discuss the ‘Birds of Dawn’ charity organization with old Jackson. After the two of them took a seat, Hill immediately talked about the business:

"The ambassador, Arman the dragon (Gormon), and the succubus Winona of supergirl."

"Actually, personally, I don't really like having these beautiful people be your ambassadors. It's not serious enough." Old Jackson said.

It's dusk outside.

The sun is gradually sinking to the west, dusk has enveloped Magnolia City, and the setting sun has gradually faded into the cascading mountains in the distance, everything is shrouded in apricot light. There is a soft halo at sunset.

"You and I know that there are some things that we can do recklessly, but some things are better to follow some basic laws."

Hill's gaze drifted toward the dusk, and the dusk was swaying in the evening breeze, and his gaze became more scattered and wanton.

"We go to charity, to let the public donate, but many people are indifferent to the poor, some are considered for fame and political purposes... But donations are donations, which is a good thing. We cannot guarantee everything. All things happen with positive motives, but what we, the superiors, need to do is to lead the results to be positive."

"Actually, I have thought so more than once. Sometimes your thoughts about the superiors seem to be... how to say..." Old Jackson frowned slightly and thought.

"The people's servant." Hill replied with ridicule.

Old Jackson froze for a moment, "Uh, I really feel that way."

Hill started laughing abruptly.

Old Jackson looked at him seriously and waited for the following.

Hill continued to laugh.

Old Jackson went from looking at him seriously to looking at him sideways.

It took a while for Hill to stop under the gaze of old Jackson's growing contempt, "Maybe I'm red and dedicated...but don't care what it means, my way of doing things. Is it okay?"

"In a very good way, if everyone can be like you, the world will be clearer." Old Jackson said.

"Oh, that's awesome, the Magnolia continent is about to be submerged by the yellow slogan... Oh and there is also a decline in fertility that will lead to natural extinction." Hill said.

"Well, I know the former, and the latter, do you expose it to be short?" Old Jackson asked.

"I don't think mine is short." Hill continued.

This is really a practice to tell the old Jackson the truth that "the Magnolia continent is about to be submerged by pornography".

A few seconds in the cold field. Hill reacted: "Oh, oh, it's not that I have a problem with fertility, it's a problem with sexuality."

"Well... I don't know if I should be surprised..." Old Jackson said.

"It's nothing surprising," Hill said.

"That's true." Old Jackson agreed.

Hill smiled. This chat is comfortable and smooth.

The setting sun finally flashed, and the sky gradually dimmed. The servant came in and lit the oil lamp, and it was almost time for dinner.

"In addition," Old Jackson said casually as if thinking of something: "The Borai family is still restless, for the bird of dawn."

"Oh?"

"I asked your majesty, your majesty let me see what you mean." Old Jackson said.

"That's it."

Hill stood up, the candlelight shining on his face, his expression at this time was a kind of careless indifference.

"It looks like the Burlais are making a joke they can't afford."

He continued to say lightly:

"I like to make jokes, but I don't like to be jokes.

Alright... it's time for dinner, let's go. I can't wait to enjoy a feast. "

The night worm flew into the light and was burned with a chick.

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