Dancing is not allowed on the grave

When living in another world, Searle couldn't understand the brain circuit of couples showing affection at all, but at this time, when he faced the puzzled eyes of Melotti and Nancy, but couldn't tell them the truth, he aggrievedly understood lost that mood.

As the little fox said in that book: "I don't care about the wheat fields... But you have golden hair, so once you tame me, it will be wonderful. The wheat will remind me of you, and I will even like it." The sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves..."

Originally, to Syl, the Demon King was just an insignificant existence. When he heard Melotti talk about it before, he was just curious and asked a few more questions.But now—these two words can easily touch his heartstrings, compose a song about everything about Lancelot, play it on a loop, and never tire of listening to it.

"I must be crazy." Syl tugged at the brim of his cloak in a breakdown, trying to cover his face completely.

Melotti and Nancy looked at each other.

"Little Searle, you can tell me clearly why I don't have a chance?"

"Because, because..." Syl scratched his curly hair tangledly, "Because the Demon King already has a marriage partner."

Melotti frowned, "Really? How do you know?"

Searle snapped his fingers, thinking of a good idea to shake the blame, "Mr. Lancelot said."

Lancelot did say that he would marry him, and it was true.

Hearing Lancelot's name, Melotti stopped questioning the source.After all, that person seems to know a lot of things, and pretends to be confused, and won't reveal it unless asked.

"Who is the marriage partner of the Demon King?"

Syl hesitated for a moment, and bravely admitted, "It's me."

"..."

long silence.

The white pigeons on the square finished pecking at the bird food and flew away with flapping wings.Melotti reached out and patted Searle on the head, "Little Searle, you may be really crazy."

Nancy asked, "You have this idea, does Lancelot know?"

Tiffany also spit out her doubts that had been brewing for a long time, "Where did uncle go?"

Syr was silent for a moment before replying, "He has something to deal with, so he won't be back for a while."

By the way, why is Hades so quiet today?

Syl felt something was wrong, elbowed Hades who was sitting aside and hid his face in his cloak, "Why don't you speak?"

Hades was silent for two seconds before speaking, "Don't bother me, I'm thinking about saving the world."

"..."

"Then think about it slowly."

Syl withdrew his hand awkwardly, looked around at the pedestrians around Baige Square, took out the roll of parchment map and spread it out.

At present, the facilities in the cemetery have basically been built, but they are relatively simple. The undead cannot leave there, and it happens to be entrusted to them to complete the same tasks of planting, watering and feeding, while Syl's focus is temporarily shifted to the town.

The location of the blacksmith shop on the map shows that it is under construction, while the underground wine cellar of the baron's mansion is still empty, showing a list of craftable options: beer, stout, Graff dry red wine, blay champagne, gin, black currant There are many kinds of wine and so on, but except for the wheat used for brewing beer, there are almost no complete materials.

When choosing a site to build a blacksmith's shop, Syl took a look at the town map that had unlocked the fog. The closer to the imperial capital, the higher the demand for the title of the city lord's mansion, and wine is a necessity for raising the title-the nobles of Augustine are keen For fine wine, there was even a precedent in which a businessman presented a rare fine wine to the king and was awarded the title of nobility.

Syl has also confirmed this from Melotti, and paying tribute to the imperial family with fine wine is a shortcut to becoming a noble.

Although the status of the Augustine royal family is also in jeopardy now, it is always right to stock up on alcohol, a highly profitable commodity.

After looking through several wine raw materials that do not require high brewing techniques, Seale bought an open space not far from the baron's mansion as a vineyard.

Melotti and the others were originally suffocated in the cemetery. They came out of the town to visit the newly built White Pigeon Square to get some air, and went back as soon as it got dark.

Searle sent all the people from the trade union to build blacksmith shops and road repairs, but he didn't have anyone available, so he had to buy grape seeds by himself and stay in the vineyard for planting.

He planted different types of grapes in divisions, and sat on a simple wooden chair by the garden to rest.

Night had fallen, the sky was clear and starless, with only a crescent moon hanging over it, and one could see the Baron's Mansion not far away, which was the tallest building in the town.

It was now Syl's territory, but out of dislike for Mace, he didn't want to go in and rest. He just watched from a distance for a while, staring blankly at the dark night sky.

The color of night is like Lancelot's eyes.

It's just that what is reflected in his eyes is the night sky of Nathaniel, where there are no stars, only the beautiful aurora.

The townspeople of Karami Town returned home at sunset, and at night they could hardly see anyone, only a warm lamp.Syl pulled out the Sword of Judgment from behind, stroking the gems attached to the hilt.

The hilt of the Sword of Judgment originally had no pendant. His Royal Highness asked the best craftsman in the palace to carve and paint obsidian into a night scene of Nathaniel and hang it on the hilt.

That way he could see his country wherever he went.

But Syl, whose memory is not complete now, looks at the gemstone on the hilt, and thinks of Lancelot's eyes.

"Ding——" There was a slight vibration in his chest.

Syl reached out and took out a necklace from his collar. At the end of the chain was a black badge, which looked a bit like the sound transmission magic badge worn by priests of the Holy See of Light, but this one belonged to the Demon King.

And it can not only transmit sound, but also see people.

In the world that Searle lived in, it was the level of technology that could communicate with video, but magic was used here.

Syl placed the badge flat on the palm of his hand, and the runes reflected a faint, translucent light curtain. A lazy man appeared above it, with the dark throne in the background.

Lancelot casually raised his eyes halfway to look around Searle, and asked softly, "Are you in town?"

Syl nodded and said, "I'm growing grapes."

While standing up and turning the direction of the badge rune, he pointed to the dark vineyard and introduced it to Mr. Demon King, "This side is full of Semiron, and Merlot...the one is planted with Soumenon... "

There was a helpless low smile from the other end, "That's not what I want to see."

Of course, Syl knew what Lancelot wanted to see, but he deliberately didn't point the rune towards him, lest the devil find him staring at him eagerly.

Holding the badge, he said to himself, "When these grapes are ripe, I will make them into wine."

"Awesome." Mr. Demon King praised very casually, and then coaxed gently, "Let me see you, Your Highness."

Searle: "And exchange wine for Augustine's title."

"Nobility?" Lancelot raised his eyebrows, "What do you want that for?"

"There is also a blacksmith shop—" Syl put the badge beside the chair, and unfolded the parchment map to show Lancelot on the other end. "When the blacksmith shop is completed, you can start manufacturing equipment and training troops..."

Lancelot's eyes darkened when he saw the huge map and rows of options displayed on the parchment.

He already knew that Syl had this volume of maps, but he didn't know the specific purpose.

If there is no problem with his memory, this old roll of parchment first appeared in Nathaniel's palace, and it was put aside by Grezel when he brought back the space attribute artifact.

Compared with the strangely shaped artifact that reflected countless spatial mirror images, this roll of parchment seemed too ordinary. Lancelot thought it was just an ordinary roll of map, so he sandwiched it in the handbook left by Grezel.

Later, when Noah dug the dungeon, he also obtained this volume of map from the folder of the book, and discovered some of its functions—only some functions that can be done by magic, and the scope of the map is limited to the one where the cemetery was originally located. Town, so Lancelot didn't take it seriously.

However, what was displayed in front of him at this moment was the territory of the entire Rossla continent, and the complex operation options on it were completely beyond Lancelot's cognition.

What is this...

Syl noticed the change in Lancelot's expression and asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

Lancelot came back to his senses and shook his head, "Your Highness, when you used this map, did you notice any abnormalities? For example... the body suffered backlash?"

"No." Searle honestly said his feelings, "Except for spending all the money, occasionally there will be a little emptiness."

"Empty?" Lancelot couldn't comprehend this feeling, and only felt worried, "Your Highness, don't touch it for a while, wait for me to deal with the underground matter..."

Seeing that Lancelot seemed to have misunderstood, Syl quickly explained, "No. It's nothing unusual. It doesn't affect my body or mind."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then put it away and don't let others see it."

"Okay." Syl rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, allowing the Demon King to see his face as he wished.

"Your Highness looks very tired." Lancelot asked softly, "Have you been busy these two days?"

"Yeah." Searle leaned on the chair, put his chin in his hands and faced the light curtain projected by the badge. "Very busy."

"Rest when you're tired, and I'm still here if anything happens."

Syl shook his head, "No. I miss you as soon as I stop."

Lancelot laughed, "What do you miss about me?"

Syl took out the hilt of the Sword of Judgment and showed it to him, "Does it look like your eyes?"

Lancelot wanted Searle to stay by his side rather than looking at things with a sword, so he shook his head and didn't cooperate, "It's not like."

"But I think it does." Syl said softly, "I think it looks like you, and the night also looks like you. Maybe if I meet a fox, I'll pick it up and see if it's you."

As he said, he snapped his fingers and calculated, "Obviously we've only been separated for a few days."

"I might be crazy." Syl gave up on himself.

After a long time, Lancelot smiled and said, "Me too."