Demon King's Mentor

Duke Samar's initiative to ask for help dispelled Lorian's last doubts about him, and at the same time accepted his opinion. After Duke Samar set off, he ordered 500 people to be transferred to the eastern border, and another [-] people were sent to the other four borders. Strengthen the garrison.The hearts of the ministers in the palace also temporarily fell, and they wholeheartedly assisted Lorian's rule.

The Gray Stag mercenaries' search for Easteros came to an abrupt end, stopping their march north to join the drive east.Although they haven't met the Demon King's Army yet, they learned from the soldiers who escaped from the Battle of Puer Mountain last time that Prince Estero and his men are terrifying and powerful, and they have been tremblingly praying to God Lil. Now, Facing an ordinary enemy army, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Eric became quite taciturn, and often looked into the distance alone, making Timon, Gilens, and Lamir feel inaccessible.

"It's useless for you to be so sullen," Siwan got out of his collar, "Why don't you take this time to eat, drink and have fun, and find a few women to have fun?"

Eric didn't speak, and stared blankly at the distant sky.

"Is it so interesting to be penetrated by a man?" Swan spit out the letter, "What else do you want to do? Does a small person like you want to interfere in the struggle between the gods? Don't be stupid, you are nothing, you can only Waiting for the end of this boring life."

"Why are you still here?" Eric looked down and pulled him out and wrapped it around his wrist.

"Spy on you," Swan said.

"It's pointless to monitor me." Eric looked into his golden eyes, "Is this Easter's instruction?"

"If you can get me three virgins," Swan said, "I'll tell you."

"Forget it." Eric stuffed him back into his pocket.

Not long after, he heard the footsteps of asking questions behind him. He turned his head and saw Timon walking towards this side with some hesitation.

"Don't you feel lonely, Mr. Eric?" Timon looked at him.

Eric sat on the ground, looked at the sword on his waist, and asked him, "Do you want me to teach you how to practice the sword?"

"Really?" Timon said happily.

Eric stood up, looked at this young man who was about the same age as Estero, and remembered the time when he taught the little prince to swing a sword. Although they were in a cage at that time, they were not as grudges as they are now.

"You have to remember, Mr. Virta, that you have ruined all this..."

When these words lingered in his mind, the wound in Eric's heart seemed to be torn open, causing him to stagger two steps in a daze.

"Mr. Eric?" Timon froze for a moment, and stepped forward to help him, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, no." Eric waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Eric fought Timon with a long sword with a scabbard, all the past infiltrated into his memory like poison/drug, he tried his best to drive it out, and barely completed the teaching.

"Thank you for teaching me," Timon expressed his gratitude politely, "Those veterans only bully us."

Eric came back to his senses, looked at his best friend, smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, I just..."

He wanted to say that he didn't want to watch them die, but this abrupt sentence was inappropriate to say now, so he asked instead: "What are your plans, to be a mercenary for the rest of your life?"

Timon looked at him, his young eyes rolled on the man's cheeks, he felt that he was a handsome man, whether it was the high nose bridge, the knife-like lines of the mouth, or even the beard Scumbag jaw.His body did not exude a bloody aura like the other adult men here, but instead exuded a well-informed calmness from time to time.If you don't look at his eyes, this kind of temperament will make people look confident and elegant, but those green eyes deeply sunken under the eyebrows always exude a kind of despair that has seen too much life and death.It was this look in Timon's eyes that he had never seen before that made him look out of place with everything around him, as if he was born different from other people.

Timon didn't know how to answer. The young man's desire for performance and inferiority in front of mature men made him think for a while: "I plan to save enough money to go home...I plan to be a carpenter...You...Will you laugh at me?"

"No, of course not," Eric recalled the past with his friends, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, "I had the same idea a long time ago."

"But you look... like a knight..." Timon glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, thinking he looked even more handsome when he smiled.

"I'm not..." Eric's smile froze, and he pulled up a grass stalk in his hand, "I used to wish I was a knight, and sometimes I even got carried away thinking that I was a knight...but the truth is the truth after all , I’m just a wild dog, looking forward to the brightest star in the sky.”

"Do you have a lover?" Timon asked carefully.

"Why do you ask that?" Eric looked at him.

"Xingxing...is that a princess?" Timon smiled, "Everyone says you are a master who lost his lover and child."

Eric raised his head and looked at the sky that was gradually being dyed red: "I lost my lover and my child at the same time...Maybe..."

Searches have become more frequent recently, and Estero had to change his hiding place twice, and at the same time began to think about the next countermeasures.He used psychic power to contact Swan in the middle of the night and asked him to come back and meet him.

Swan left the man's warm belly unhappily, came to Eastero, looked at the prince shrouded in silver moonlight, and spat out a message: "What are your orders, Your Highness? I thought you forgot me .”

Estero turned his head, his blond hair swept across his shoulders, his blue eyes showed hesitation: "Can the contract be amended, Swan?"

Swan froze for a moment: "Do you think it's possible?"

"I..." Estero looked out the window, "Denate once asked me to choose a seat offering from three people, do you remember?"

"Oh?" Siwan looked at him, "You regret choosing your mother now?" He teased, "Which are the other two? Your Highness, I have forgotten."

Of course Estero knew that he didn't, and looked back: "Can I see Denat?"

"Is the master something you can see if you want?" Swan flicked his tail, "Tell me, which one do you want to exchange for your mother?"

Estero picked him up from the ground and looked into his golden eyes: "Can you tell me first."

"But I want to hear which one you will choose." Siwan looked into the depths of his eyes.

The two stalemate for a while, Eastero pulled his lips and smiled, put him back on the ground, and turned around: "Forget it, Siwan."

Swan shook his head unhappily and turned into the appearance of Estero, so as not to be treated like this again. He hugged Estero from behind and grabbed his neck with his right hand: "These two people are sacrificed How? The master will give you more power, and you can take revenge as soon as possible. Maybe you can survive the duel with Lorian. If I remember correctly, the future duel between you and Lorian, You are all going to die, right? You know the ending, are you afraid all the time?"

Estero slapped his hand away, turned around and looked at his face: "I tell you to forget the question just now!"

"Hmph..." Siwan took out a dagger from his hand, inserted it into his chest, and fell down spitting blood, turning into a black anaconda, looking at Eastero, "Aren't you afraid, this man destined to die ending?"

"All life is doomed to die at birth, but the world is still alive," Estero looked at him. "I am afraid, but I accept it, and I am even too satisfied with the ending to change."

"Part of me is dead, the human part..." He closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, his blue irises gradually being swallowed by gold, "Tell me, where are the believers of the God of Eternal Night, hide like this No way, I need the power to fight against him."