Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

Recently, some winter roses have opened in the city of Winter, and some alleys are filled with a cold fragrance.

People in the humble tavern were sitting sporadically, and many people thought that the tavern was going to close down sooner or later. It is located in a remote area, and the boss did not buy a magic phone or other gadgets. It does have a phonograph, but it rarely plays music. There are fewer customers day by day, but miraculously day after day, the tavern always exists.

There is low noise, but it is not noisy, but forms a background sound like white noise.

Hill walked in wearing a black wool coat, and the buttons were carved into the shape of a magnolia flower. This was the last time Joan Baker gave him. The bar owner was sitting lazily behind the bar and looked at Hill indifferently, then his expression froze.

Hill sat on the bar nonchalantly and said naturally: "Take a glass of wine to warm up."

The boss pursed his lower lip: "What would you like to drink?"

"It depends on what you gave me." If the smile on the corner of Hill's mouth seemed to be nonexistent, then he revealed the identity of the other party: "Previous Pope."

The owner of this tavern is the previous pope of the Dark Vatican, Richards Clare Latin.

At first, because of his restlessness, Hill directly withdrew from his post and imprisoned him. Later, Monroe took the post. Hill sent projection stones and various books to Richards Claire in the dungeon every day. Three months later, Richards Clare Latin took the initiative to meet with Monroe. After they had a conversation, Monroe asked Hill for instructions and then released him. Richards Claire Latin said that he would travel up the mainland and see with his own eyes the impact of these projection stones and novels on mankind.

Later, he saw it almost, and settled down in this tavern in Mülheim--this tavern was the property of the Dark Vatican from the beginning, so it was so remote and unobtrusive. This was not for the sake of profit.

Claire Latin took a deep breath, then took out the best red wine to entertain Hill. Hill lay on the bar lazily, shaking the red wine in the crystal goblet, watching the bright red liquid tumbling in the glass, he said, "It's kind of like blood."

"Human blood." Claire Latin said.

"Oh yes, after all, the blood of the demon race is in various colors, and some are still gas." The death knight's blood is gas. Cut through their skin, and you will see black mist floating out, that is their blood. Hill held the glass firmly, and Claire Latin was quickly reflected on the crystal glass. "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, Claire Latin, you know why I am looking for you."

"It was you who put me in the dungeon," Claire Latin said.

"I hope you are just complaining, rather than thinking so from the bottom of your heart." Hill took a sip of the red wine, which was not delicious, sweet, but more bitter, "because you were sent to the dungeon. It’s your own behavior."

Claire Latin was silent.

"Are you sure you want to keep silent all the time, and then let me talk endlessly here?" Hill still shook his glass in a lazy posture, but Claire Latin did not dare to relax at all.

"...Your Excellency Monroe is fine." Claire Latin finally said, "He did a great job."

"I know you don't want to go back. You have devoted most of your life to the church, so you are tired." Hill said.

"And I have limited abilities." Claire Latin lowered his eyes and said.

"You are the predecessor pope, don't make this kind of joke." Hill is still smiling, but there is no smile in his eyes: "I don't like to joke with people I don't know."

Claire Latin's complexion became even more pale.

"Since you have dedicated most of your life, you might as well devote a few more years, maybe you can still fulfill your long-cherished wish." Hill said.

"My... long-cherished wish..."

"I have been the Pope of Darkness for so many years. I have been suppressed by the Church of Light for so many years. There is always someone who wants to suppress it. Whether you have this idea or not, I think you have it, you should have it, you better have it. Hill’s voice became low, his fingers were still playing with the cup, his eyes were half-open, and the shadow covered all the light in his eyes. “The more things I do, the less patience I have. Maybe I shouldn’t. So, but I hope you don’t mind my impatient...Huh?"

At the end, he seemed to be immersed in the shadows. He gave Claire Latin the same feeling as the coldest winter in Milheim. Claire Latin looked up and saw the coldness in his eyes.

Claire Latin's heart suddenly burst, and then he lowered his head and said, "I am willing to help you at any time, Lord Devil."

Hill nodded briefly, and said, "The only task assigned to you is to go to the Oitin Empire to find out the truth about the coming of tomorrow's envoy. You can find other relevant information in the demon world, or you can ask the fallen angels, but fallen Most angels have no memories."

Claire Latin was stunned, "Okay, Lord Devil."

Hill drank the remaining red wine, then put the glass down, "I'm leaving, you know who you should look for." He grabbed it from the void, pulled out a winter snow rose and placed it on the bar. This is wine money."

"...Sir?" Claire Latin asked hesitantly.

Hill waved his hand with his back to him, "It's up to you. Everyone says I like Paladins, but my favorite is the Dark Pope."

The door of the tavern was opened, and the cold wind was blowing in snowflakes. Claire Latin closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened it, Lord Demon was nowhere to be found. Everything seemed to be a dream, except for the empty wine glasses on the bar. And a winter snow rose exuding a faint and cold fragrance shows that everything just happened really happened.

02.

When Hill came out, it was just in time for the premiere of "Invincible Hulk". The streets in front of the Demon World Mall were as lively as His Majesty the King held a dance party. Everyone exchanged excitedly, and from time to time some people made loud voices of admiration.

"No!"

"Iron Man actually came out?"

"An organization? Cool~!"

"You don't want to be spoiled!"

"I will use magic to seal my hearing next time. I swear."

"Come on, James, you said the same last time, but someone spoiled you and you still can't help but **** your ears."

"Damn it, Lily, why do you always tear down my desk!"

Hill smiled and put the cloak on his head, lest he would be recognized by these people.

It seems that the response of "Invincible Hulk" is also quite good. The Marvel universe is gradually taking shape, and the main ideas and values ​​can be further penetrated into the hearts of the people.

What a perfect day.

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