Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

Time is like an arrow, but the ruler is yin.

Hill has always cherished time since he came to this world, but the speed of time passing will not change because you are anxious or slack, it just moves forward unhurriedly, without looking back. Of course people have to follow along.

The Devildom Playground was built at a terrifying speed, which makes people suspect that its builders learned Luo’s time management methods.

The construction of the fairy tale area must be given priority, because the wedding is held in the fairy tale area. When Hill wrote the plan for a fairy tale wedding, he thought that since there is a fairy tale wedding, it can also open to the public in the future, such as "elf wedding", "blood wedding", "demon wedding" and so on. Thinking about it is quite desirable. Let’s record the whole process of the wedding, Hill Mei Zixi thought that he could cut it into a promotional video, and tell the public through Magic Phone/Makai Magazine that you can come to the Makai amusement park to hold a wedding, so that holding a wedding here becomes a kind of trend.

Oh, it seems that we can also engage in an underwater wedding, but the cost should be higher.

Following this, Hill thought of training makeup artists and photographers, and then opened a photo studio, which is also very profitable. He thought about it for a long time there, and then thought, what if the nobles can't afford it in a few years? Then Hill thought of the next attention, let the nobleman make money. Now this tertiary industry is gradually being structured, allowing the nobles to invest in shares, and the human nobles can also invest in the demon world, so that the demon world and the human world can circulate more... this is a win-win scene, of course, Hill may win more .

In order to make more money for himself, he has to find ways to make money for the customers. It is really difficult for him. Hill thought hypocritically.

During this period of time, the whole continent seemed very calm, but undercurrents were surging and turbulent.

Most of the Navy in Mülheim was controlled by the Whites, mainly because the Whites guarded the Winter Harbor. Now that Ice Emperor Claude gave an order, the navy will meet with one place and begin intensive preparations for battle.

Cardinal Teresa Shelley of Winter City didn't tell anyone (at least on the surface) that he quietly returned to the Holy City, and he personally brought to the Pope the news that Greenward was the Demon King himself. After hearing this, the pope was naturally quite shocked. As a high-ranking person, he couldn't understand why the dignified demon would condescend to do those things. He put all the intelligence of these years before him and analyzed it carefully. Although it is fragmented, he can also piece together the appearance.

"It turns out that the Demon Race started with this idea." The pope frowned and said.

Next to Teresa thought for a while, and said: "I have a hunch, so after arriving in Winter City, I had a lot of friction with the Demon Realm Shopping Center and the Ice Emperor. I think the Ice Emperor was already bewitched by the devil at that time."

"Have you seen a movie?" the Pope asked.

Teresa said disdainfully: "Looking at the demons will stain my eyes."

"That's it." The pope nodded, "so we should stop it from this aspect."

Teresa was taken aback: "Are you going to announce this to the outside world?"

The Pope found some confidence in Teresa’s surprise. It turns out that the Demon Race actually planned to start with thought control from the beginning, and it was the Demon King himself who ran around to implement it... This was completely unexpected by the Pope. The thing is not because the Pope is stupid, but it is really incredible for people of this period. No, now it must be controlled, strategies must be adopted, and more resolute. For this, he needs a lot of talents and more talents.

For example, here is Teresa Shelley, who is loyal to the God of Light and has outstanding strength.

"It's not just an announcement, child." The pope said with a smile, and he decided to start training him formally, to train him as one of the heirs.

Teresa froze again, he almost lost his attitude: "Men, do you want to start a war?"

The Pope noticed Teresa's gaffe, but he thought it was Teresa's surprise. After all, Teresa had been clamoring for a war with the demons a year ago.

"I intend to start a war, but the protagonist is not us." The pope looked at the cloudy sky outside and said.

It was Teresa's intelligence that made the Pope make up his mind.

As for the time of the war, let's set it on the winter solstice.

Use the blood of the soldiers and people of Mülheim to dye the marriage of Ice Emperor Claude red.

He is looking forward to this **** wedding.

At this time, the Pope is thoroughly preparing to train Teresa, which is not necessarily a good thing for Teresa. Because he was left with the Pope, it can be said that there are people overseeing it day and night, and it is difficult for him to give this information to Hill.

Soon after, the Pope reached an agreement with the Dijon tribe.

02.

The night before the fairy tale wedding.

Famagusta. Dark Vatican.

The dark elf Albrecht was walking in the night, he was striding unpredictably, and when he passed other people, they thought that there was a breeze around him. He came to the atrium and waited for a while, and then saw Monroe wearing a white linen robe walking towards the night carrying a wind lantern.

The dark elf Albrecht condensed all his breath, and then reached out to touch the dagger at his waist.

Monroe hung the lantern aside, turned his back to Albrecht and said, "You have so many daggers."

Albrecht raised his eyebrows and emerged from the darkness: "...Hey, it's uncomfortable to be seen by you."

Albrecht had only two blindfold methods. The first blindfold method was to suppress his breath and hide in the dark. If someone could see through his disguise, then he also had a second blindfold method, which was to touch the dagger beside his waist. In fact, He had hidden a dagger in his palm, and he did so to make the other party have a wrong judgment, thinking that there is still a period of time before he launches an attack. As a result, Monroe said, "You have so many daggers", which means he can see them all.

Monroe still turned his back to him: "You are cute, although a little stupid."

Albrecht was a little bit angry: "What are you talking about?"

Then the cold breath climbed up his back, a sword straddled his neck, and Monroe almost pressed his ear and said, "I said you are cute, although a little stupid."

Not far in front of Albrecht, the'Monroe' who had just put down the wind lamp suddenly turned into a black mist and returned to the real Monroe.

"Oh. Yes." Albrecht stayed for a second and said, "I am really stupid."

As a dark elf who is proficient in assassination, he was actually restrained by assassination by a death knight who was halfway through...

Listening to Albrecht’s words of frank confession, Monroe once again felt that it was really good to be a demon, respecting the strong, and eating the weak, but those who step on others will not complain when they are stepped on, willing to give up and admit. Gamble and lose. Then Monroe had this good mood and said one more sentence: "This is a recently researched magic. A while ago, my lord told me a story called "Naruto". He explained that there is a kind of magic called Ninja. I got a lot of inspiration from his description."

"Oh, it turns out that my king is great. I lost to my king. It's not you. I deserve to be my king!" Albrecht's eyes were suddenly full of stars.

Monroe:…

Okay, let him take back the words of the Demon Clan that he just said.

He held the long sword in his hand, and the long sword turned into a cloud of black mist from the hilt to the tip of the sword, which merged into his body. Then he said, "Is there any news at the border?"

"There are not many changes for the time being, but it is not ruled out that there are secret passages that we have not discovered." Albrecht raised his eyebrows when he said, "I will transfer some more people."

"No, it's a waste of effort." Monroe was silent for a long time, and finally sighed slightly: "War inevitably has sacrifices. I am too seeking perfection. You should be on standby first."

Albrecht felt a little uncomfortable looking at Monroe's appearance: "Hey, death knight, listen, I do things for you now, but it doesn't mean I like you, so even if you pose like this, I won't Comfort you."

Monroe glanced at him, the corners of his lips raised, and the bad mood just now was dispelled a lot: "I don't need you to like it. You just need to do things for me."

Albrecht whispered: "Why do you still feel uncomfortable listening to this..."

03.

The eve of the wedding.

Milheim. Hill Manor outside Wintery City.

"You will stay in Winter City for a while after the wedding." Hill said to old Jackson.

"Reason?" Old Jackson.

"I'm afraid you will die halfway." Hill said.

Old Jackson almost didn't catch his breath.

"I'm doing this for your own good." Hill said innocently.

Old Jackson rolled his eyes as he listened: "Let's do it."

"You have a terrible attitude," Hill said.

"If someone suddenly told you that I was afraid you would die halfway, what would you think?" Old Jackson asked.

"I will try to squeeze his head." Hill said without thinking.

Old Jackson continued to roll his eyes: "Then you are embarrassed to say me?"

"Because I double-label. Double-label is the privilege of the strong." Hill said.

Old Jackson couldn't roll his eyes anymore: "Okay. It's up to you." Then he sternly said: "Do you mean there are signs of war?"

The night was quite quiet, with candlelight flickering.

Old Jackson heard Hill's faint voice: "Actually, I pushed it."

The night suddenly seemed to become quieter, approaching the point of dead silence.

Old Jackson felt countless cold hands crawling up behind him, his hair horrified.

Hill still had the face of just now, and his expression seemed to say something indifferent.

Old Jackson wanted to say something, but his brain was blank.

Hill smiled at him with a gentle voice, as if he was afraid of scaring him: "You look at a demon in your eyes."

Old Jackson closed his eyes, and after a while he said with some difficulty: "I'm looking at my friend."

Hill smiled deeper: "It should be so." Then he got up: "I'll go first and rest early. Tomorrow your daughter will marry the most promising king on the human land. You should happily greet him. wedding."

"Yes..." Old Jackson said. He raised his head and watched the other man's blood cloak lift up, and then fell silently into the darkness.

Old Jackson picked up the candlestick and stood in front of the window, his mind full of thoughts.

It took him a while to realize that there was a lot of candle oil on the back of his hand, but he hadn't noticed it at all just now.

At this time, the icy stars adorned the night sky, and the cold light made the entire night sky become nothingness.

Tomorrow, the fairy tale wedding will take place.

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