Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Ting's rule, I can eat as much as I want.Ah, the only chance to eat to my heart's content was when I was taken away..."

Callas patted Olin's lower abdomen: "At that time, your life would be in danger, do you still want to save face?"

Olin: "It's always about face, but the ribs are really good."

Callas's stroking technique became more and more gentle: "It's also a kind of demeanor to think about eating happily in a dangerous environment."

Olin's memory flickered, and it was a long time ago that Julian had his way. At that time, the black-faced cat was not around, and Olin felt empty and began to think about what he needed in life.

After eating ribs at Julian Vandylin's and doing some work on the city wall, Olin's thinking came to fruition.

Olin skimmed over his recollections and said simply: "With Julian, I thought about what the life I wanted would consist of. There's something about the rhythm that balances time—

That's work, plenty of food and sleep, plus the lovely Callas.But at the time, I had nothing but a dishonest, exhausting job. "

"Now you have..." Callas put his arms around Olin's neck, "enough food, sleep and lovely Callas, but you still lack a legitimate job."

"Well, with enough food, sleep, and lovely Callas, it seems okay not to work, because the purpose of work is the rhythm of time... Ah, am I too offensive to discuss time in front of the God of Time and Space? Hehehe ..."

Karas said with a serious face: "Of course, accept the punishment."

Orin closed his eyes, enjoying Karas' light kiss on his lips like a dragonfly.

After the kiss, Orin said, "It's not right not to work, though. Tomorrow I'll visit the workshops in the city. I should find work as a craftsman easily."

"Don't go outside..." Karas kissed Olin again, "You promised me to be my priest. It just so happens that the temple of Rose Castle lacks an experienced priest, so you can stay here with me."

This sounded full of coquettish meaning.Olin simply put his arms around Callas: "I remember this."

Callas held Olin's face in his hands: "Okay, your working hours are limited to when there is sunshine. You can't leave my side without my permission. The salary is thirty gold coins per month. You eat here and sleep here. If you want to go to the back room, you can go to the gap between time and space."

Olin looked at Callas, who, too, had hired workers and knew what it was like to offer a job.

When it comes to treatment, he believes that Callas is seriously discussing this matter.Ellowyn's economy is stable, and thirty gold coins was the median salary of a mid-level clergyman 100 years ago.

Callas read this wonderful sense of recognition from Olin's expression, and squeezed Olin's face with a smile: "However, you have just received treatment and your body has not recovered. Before you recover, don't You need to go to the main hall to welcome believers."

Olin lived in the Temple of Time and Space in Rose Castle. He put on a blue priest uniform, worked eight hours on sunny and cloudy days, and took two days off every week.

He cleaned the ground for the temple, carved statues of gods, copied old magic books, and trained young monster cats, but he didn't go to the main hall to welcome the believers.

In the evening, he and Callas talked in the small bedroom of the temple and shared what they had seen that day: how cute and well-behaved the purchased kittens were, the dangerous war on the border, and the sometimes gentle and sometimes sweet love.After speaking, they rejoiced for the peace of life and fell asleep hugging each other.

Even if the whole country forgets Olin and regards him as a dead history, Karas still knows all the truth.

Orin, in his only sanctuary, sharing his secrets with his only insider, felt as if the whole world had been erased as an irrelevant background.

It's just that Olin occasionally feels that something is missing in this peaceful life.It seems that part of the muscle is missing from the healed wound, and the growth that could have resumed has stopped.

One night, after lying down and before falling asleep, Karas took Orin into his arms as usual and said to him, "You have to continue learning magic."

Olin laughed. "I won't be able to sleep any more jokes."

Karas scratched Olin's nose: "The new generation has a lot of magic, and I found some interesting ones..."

Olin groaned, "I'll see when I get up tomorrow."

Callas kissed Orin and fondled him to sleep.

The next morning, when Orin woke up, Karas had long since disappeared and went to perform the duties of the gods.

The sky was gloomy, so Olin touched a piece of clothes that Karas hadn't washed for a long time, put it on his head and fell asleep, completely ignoring the several well-bound magic books on his desk.

After all, history has proved that their time together is always very short.So in this short period of time, Olin will not think about anything other than love.

Callas asked Orin at night: "Have you read the new magic book?"

"Of course not..." Orin grabbed Karas and carried him to the bed.

A strange confusion flashed across Callas's face, again covered by kisses.

Day after day, Olin felt that this was the life he deserved, the perfect life.The question of removing Callas stings a little.

Olin hasn't stepped out of the Temple of Time and Space for a year, as if it is his entire world.

Time passed like this, and Olin's body changed: the bones patched with gold gradually became stronger, and the muscles became surprisingly stronger, too hard.

His current physique looked less like a sorcerer or priest than a battle-hardened warrior, although that was the standard physique for a male demon.

Karas was relieved to see his beloved lover regaining health, but couldn't help touching Olin a few more at night.

Orin was very happy, he liked Karas' touch, and in order to be even happier, he did something that Prince Halloni would never do——

He wore two thin gold rings on his chest, and the gold cost him two months' wages.

Callas was taken aback when he saw it, and said, "This delicate thing is adorned on your body. It's not sexy at all, and it's even a little weird."

"Why is it strange?"

"To adorn petals with gold is unnatural in any way."

Since demons are usually low, the sexy body decoration seemed a little unusual to Callas.

It made sense, Olin thought. It was not worth wasting two months' salary on an insignificant decoration.

So he took off the gold ring and sold it, because the ring had his handiwork on it, and he made a small profit instead.

On a summer night, the smell of roses filled the room.The two were chatting on the bed as usual, Karas touched Orin's chest, and the piercing left a hole that hadn't healed yet.

"Ahhh..." Orin whimpered, today was his love day, and he had every reason to seduce Karas.

Callas blinked, and after becoming a god, he learned to distinguish polite ingratiations, even in intimacy.

Olin occasionally does this to keep Callas happy.Of course Callas knew.

After all, he met Olin half an hour ago, and Olin asked for it once an hour at most on love days, and the closer to night, the longer the interval.Besides, it's night now.

So Callas said: "You are a strong man now, and I can hardly hold you anymore."

Olin raised his fist: "I can run a cat in my hand."

Callas held Olin's fist: "Even if you are not a strong man, you can run cats in your hands. Of course, Warcraft cats cannot go on your head."

Callas the black-faced cat doesn't often stay in Olin's hands, and he is often willing to lie on Olin's head.

This also formed a ritual rule of Warcraft cats: Warcraft cats are not allowed to climb on top of the priests.

Thinking of this rule, Olin laughed sincerely: "You are already a god, do you even want to be jealous of the World of Warcraft cat?"

Karas hugged Olin's shoulders: "I saw the Warcraft cats in the training ground before, and they lined up for you to touch..."

Behind the Temple of Time and Space is the training ground.Olin trained three-month-old kittens there. Even if it is a monster, cats are difficult to train.

After training, they would quarrel with Olin and ask him for rewards.Warcraft cats have time and space gods to provide food and clothing, and they are not greedy for jewelry, diamonds and luxury houses, so material rewards are hardly attractive.

Olin thought for a while, and finally said to the Warcraft cats: "The reward is that I will touch you when I finish my studies."

Because "learning" sounds like a human apprentice, the Warcraft cats felt that they were respected and pampered, so they happily agreed.

When the first batch of Warcraft cats graduated, they lined up on the training ground and let Olin take turns touching them.

Because Olin has raised black-faced cats and has experience, every Warcraft cat is touched so comfortably that it turns out its belly. I wish Olin could grow a few more hands.

The graduation ceremony of Warcraft Cat was named "Touching Ceremony" on the spot. Karas was very surprised to see this scene.

Because when he was a black-faced cat, he had never turned his belly out in front of anyone other than Olin, and he knew how precious a cat was to his belly.

Later he thought about it and became angry again. Orin did not leave the power and magic of the gods to anyone, but leaked the gentle way of stroking the black-faced cat.

For Callas, the way of petting a cat is as mysterious and important as the power magic of the gods.

Now that the Warcraft cats have been treated gently and pleasantly, they have to bear the corresponding responsibility!

Karas thought so, so he made a rule: Any Warcraft cat that has graduated from the touching ceremony is not allowed to climb on the heads of the priests of the God of Time and Space, and those who violate it will be sterilized.

Olin laughed and his chest muscles twitched every time he thought of this rule.In fact, there really are Warcraft cats who were neutered for jumping on his head.

But Warcraft cats don't pay attention to inheritance