Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

Time is like an arrow, but a ruler and a wall are yin.

Hill has always cherished time since he came to this world, but the speed of time will not change because of whether you are in a hurry or slack, it just moves forward in such a leisurely way, without looking back.People, of course, have to follow suit.

The Devil's Playground was built at an astonishing speed, which made people suspect that its builders had learned Luo's time management method.

The construction of the fairy tale area must be a priority, because the wedding is held in the fairy tale area.When Hill was writing the fairytale wedding plan, he thought that since there are fairytale weddings, "elven weddings", "blood weddings", "demon weddings" and the like can also be opened to the public in the future. Thinking about it, it is quite desirable.Let’s record the whole wedding ceremony, Xier happily thought, you can cut it and make it into a promotional video, and tell the public through the magic phone/Magic magazine that you can come to the Demon Realm Playground to hold a wedding, so that holding a wedding here will become a kind of trend.

Oh, it seems that an underwater wedding can also be played, 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 note, let the nobles make money.Now this tertiary industry is gradually being structured, allowing nobles to invest in shares, and human nobles can also invest in the demon world, making the demon world and the human world more fluid... This is a win-win situation, of course Hill may win more Some.

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

During this period of time, the entire continent seemed to be very peaceful, but undercurrents were surging and turbulent.

Most of Milheim's navy is controlled by the White family, mainly because the White family guards Winter Harbor.Now that Ice Emperor Claude gave an order, the navy will join forces and start intensive preparations for battle.

Cardinal Teresa Shelley of Cold Winter City did not tell anyone (at least on the surface), and he quietly returned to the Holy City. He personally brought the news to the Pope that Greenwald was the Devil himself.The Pope was naturally quite shocked when he heard it. As a superior, he couldn't understand why the majestic devil would condescend to do those things.He put all the information of these years in front of him and analyzed it carefully. Although it was fragmented, he could piece together the situation.

"It turns out that the demons had this kind of idea at the beginning." The pope said with a frown.

Teresa next to him thought for a while and said, "I have some premonitions, so after I arrived in Winter City, I had a lot of friction with the Demon World Mall and the Ice Emperor. I think Ice Empress had already been bewitched by the devil at that time."

"Have you seen the movie?" the pope asked.

Teresa said disdainfully: "Watching demons will stain my eyes."

"That's right." The Pope nodded, "So we should restrain it from this aspect."

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

The Pope regained some confidence in Teresa's astonishment. It turned out that the Demon Race had planned to start with mind control from the very beginning, and it was actually the Demon King himself who was running around to carry out the implementation... This is what the Pope did not know at all. The thing that comes to mind, is not that the Pope is stupid, but that this is indeed unbelievable for people of this period.No, now he has to control and adopt strategies, and he has to be more resolute. For this, he needs a lot of talents, more talents.

For example, theresa Shelley, who is loyal to the God of Light and has outstanding strength, is in front of me.

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

Teresa was stunned again, and he almost lost his composure: "Your Majesty, are you going 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 since a year ago.

"It is intended to start a war, but the protagonist is not us." The Pope said, looking at the cloudy sky outside.

It was also 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 Mullheim to dye the marriage of Ice Emperor Claude, which is not blessed by God, red.

He was looking forward to this bloody wedding.

At this time, the Pope is completely ready to train Teresa, which is not necessarily a good thing for Teresa.Because he was left by the Pope's side, it can be said that someone was monitoring him day and night, and it was difficult for him to pass this information to Hill.

Not long after, the pope made a certain agreement with the tribe of Dijon.

02.

The night before the fairy tale wedding.

Famagusta.Dark Holy See.

Albrecht, the dark elf, was walking in the night with unpredictable steps. When he passed other people, they only thought there was a breeze around him.He came to the atrium and waited for a while, and then saw Monroe in a white linen robe walking in the night with a lantern.

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

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

Albrecht raised his eyebrows and emerged from the darkness: "...Tsk, I'm so upset that you saw it."

Albrecht had two methods of concealment just now. The first method of concealment is to restrain his breath and hide in the darkness. If someone can see through his disguise, then he has a second layer of concealment, which is to touch the dagger by his waist. He had already hidden a dagger in his palm, and he did that to make the other party have a wrong judgment, thinking that there was still some time before he launched an attack.As a result, Monroe said, "You have so many daggers on your body", which means that he saw them all.

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

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

Immediately afterwards, the cold breath climbed up his back, and a sword lay across his neck. Monroe almost whispered into his ear, "I say you are cute, although you are a bit stupid."

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

"Oh. Yes." Albrecht was stunned for a second and said, "I'm really stupid."

As a dark elf who is proficient in assassination, he was actually subdued by a half-way monk's death knight with assassination...

Listening to Albrecht's words of admitting defeat, Monroe once again felt that it is really good to be a demon. He respects the strong and preys on the weak, but those who step on others will not complain when they are stepped on. They are willing to admit defeat and admit defeat. Take the bet.Then Monroe said one more sentence with this good mood: "This is the magic that has been researched recently. A while ago, my lord told me a story called "Naruto". career, and I got a lot of inspiration from his description."

"Oh, it turns out that my king is great. I lost to my king. It wasn't you. I deserve to be my king!" Albrecht's eyes were filled with stars.

Monroe:……

Well, let him take back what he said about blowing the demons just now.

He held the long sword with his hand, and the long sword turned into a cloud of black mist from the hilt to the tip of the sword, blending into his body, and then he said, "Is there any news from 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 frowned when he said this, "I will send more people to go there."

"No need, this is a waste of effort." Monroe was silent for a long time, and finally sighed slightly: "Wars inevitably have sacrifices, I am too perfect, you wait for orders first."

Albrecht felt a little uncomfortable looking at Monroe like this: "Hey, death knight, listen, I'm doing things for you now, but it doesn't mean I like you, so even if you put on this look, I won't To comfort you."

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

Albrecht murmured in a low voice, "Why do you still feel uncomfortable after listening to this..."

03.

The night before the wedding.

milheim.Outside Winter City, Hill Manor.

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

"Reason?" Old Jackson.

"I'm afraid you'll die on the way," Hill said.

Old Jackson was almost out of breath.

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

Old Jackson rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, okay."

"You have a bad attitude," Hill said.

"What would you think if someone suddenly told you that I was afraid you would die on the way?" Old Jackson asked.

"I'll try to squeeze his head off," Hill said without thinking.

Old Jackson continued to roll his eyes: "Then you still have the nerve to talk about me?"

"Because I have double standards. Double standards are the prerogative of the strong," Hill said.

Old Jackson could no longer roll his eyes: "Okay. It's up to you." Then he said seriously: "Do you mean there are signs of war?"

It was a quiet night, with flickering candles.

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

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

Old Jackson felt countless cold hands crawling up from behind, and his hair stood on end.

Hill still had the same face and expression just now, as if he had said something indifferent.

Old Jackson wanted to say something, but his mind was a little blank.

Hill smiled at him with a gentle voice, as if afraid of scaring him: "Your eyes seem to be looking at a demon."

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 like this." Then he got up: "I'll go first, rest early, tomorrow your daughter will marry the most promising king on the human land, you should welcome her happily wedding."

"Yes..." Old Jackson said, he raised his head, watched the other party's bloody cloak rise, and then fell silently into the darkness.

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

It took him a while to realize that a lot of candle oil had fallen on the back of his hand, but he didn't notice it at all just now.

At this time, icy stars dotted the night sky, and that kind of cold light made the whole night sky become nothingness.

Tomorrow, the fairy tale wedding will be held.

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