Demon King's Mentor

Eric's eyes flickered for a moment, and tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably. His lips trembled, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat, but his two hands firmly grabbed each other's arms, As if afraid of him suddenly disappearing.

"It's really ugly," the blond young man smiled mockingly, "It's really disgusting for a man to cry like this."

Eric froze for a moment, gritted his teeth and let go, lowered his head and wiped the corner of his eyes twice: "Swan, this joke is not funny at all!"

"I think it's very interesting." Siwan narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "You should show His Highness how useless you are."

Eric didn't want to argue with him: "Change back, please..."

"Oh?" Siwan moved closer on the bed, "Don't you want to take a second look? This kind of appearance is one of the best in the whole continent. A wild dog like you can no longer hope for it in this life. Sweet dreams." Swan said with a smile: "Although I don't allow you to touch me, you can show yourself to my current face, provided that you promise to find me ten virgins in exchange."

"Never," Eric couldn't help looking at the white hands propped on the sheet, "never!"

Siwan sneered at him, changed back, crawled along his arms to his chest, and found a warm place to warm up his body.

Eric wiped away his tears and asked him, "Did you stay with East when you disappeared?"

"Yes." Swan curled up lazily.

"Why are you back?" Eric asked him.

"What do you expect me to answer?" Swan asked.

"Did East ask you to come back?" Eric didn't know what he was expecting, and asked in a low voice, "Or... spying on me?"

"Yes," Swan said, "he hates you, hates you so much that he wants to sacrifice you to my master."

"Sacrifice?" Eric took him out in surprise, "Does their contract require sacrifice?"

Swan consciously slipped his mouth, but still flicked his tail indifferently: "What's the point of asking about such things? Even if you sacrifice a wild dog like you, my master won't like it."

"Tell me, Swan, I'll find you what you want, and tell me what did East and Denat agree to?!" Eric shook his body.

"You have no right to ask such a thing at all!" Swan raised his tail and slapped him, and suddenly turned into a huge black anaconda entrenched in the room, baring his sharp teeth at him, "I told you earlier, It's not for the sake of Estero, you don't deserve to talk to me at all!"

Eric was silent for a while, apologized, lowered his head, took out the stack of papers from the interlayer of his shirt, and handed it to him: "This is the information I collected recently, some information about the king's army that I think is useful , if Eastero may not be caught off guard when he encounters these troops, I think you may still have to go back, please bring it to Eastero so that he will not encounter these people again Time is too bad."

The man's eyes were humble and sincere, and Swan shook the paper away with his tail, and the white paper with dense letters fell to the ground.

"Do you think the information you have collected is of any use?" Siwan looked at him with golden eyes, "Do you remember? Because of whom, Eastero fell into a slump? You don't want to do this now." Do you think it's ridiculous? Do you want him not to forget you?"

Eric gritted his teeth and clutched the sheet in his hand: "Swan, in the eyes of you gods, are ordinary people in the world ridiculous?"

"Maybe," Siwan changed back to a small appearance, "However, I think you are the most ridiculous right now."

Eric was silent for a while, and asked: "If I find you what you want, is there a way for you..." He paused, "Is there a way to erase...Erase all the memories about me in Easteros?"

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