Before running to dip in ink, it can even recognize seven or eight languages, adapt to various speech speeds, and can directly translate between different languages... The only disadvantage is that it cannot detect whether there is paper underneath, so the user has to keep an eye on it. To keep it, either shut it down with a spell in time, or keep refilling it.
At the same time, the worries of the ministers in the magic city kept fermenting.
They're still worrying about something... the one they've been worrying about, but refrained from talking about.
In the first stage, the Demon King completed a small alien summoning in the sandbox. Success can be considered success, failure can also be considered failure. He summoned a low-level dark thief from the abyss. This thing is extremely courageous. As soon as he arrived in the Hundred Caves of Purgatory, he was scared to death by the heroic appearance of the demon king. … The Summoning Gate is fully opened, enough for medium-sized creatures to come over, but the time it remains open is too short, less than a second. In such a short period of time, only creatures like this that can flash can come, let alone humans, not even most demons.
In the second stage, the Demon King was no longer obsessed with the size of the summoning door, and began to focus on the stability of the door. During this time, there was a desire demon who invited her to be an assistant. She hated that demon sorcerer so much that she wanted to serve the demon king. The Demon King hired her for a period of time, but then gradually realized that something was not right. She must have other goals... Under some pressure, Yuma admitted that she actually wanted a chance to travel. She grew up reading romantic popular books. , has a strange obsession with teleportation from other worlds. She has beautiful dreams, hoping to travel to the abyss, where she uses her amazing strength and beauty to slaughter male and female succubus... However, studying space magic not only consumes energy, but also requires Spending a lot of money, she couldn't realize her dream on her own. I heard that the research of the Lord of the Magic City was very smooth, so she wanted to borrow it. This is not a bad thing. The Demon King decided to use her as a test.
In the third stage, the opening of the door is stable, the passage is the right size, and the lust rushes into the abyss with joy (and never comes back).
However, the situation is not so simple... After the desire demon rushed in, a small, round, upright creature with bat wings and six hands rolled to the demon king's feet, and then rattled, scared to death.
A low-level dark thief.
It's the same thing that the Demon King once summoned. The size is the same, the pattern on the wings is the same, and even the flashing pose is the same. The only difference was the way it died. The last time the Demon King stood on the carpet, this time there was a smooth brick floor under his feet. This time, the Dark Thief rolled farther on the brick floor.
The Demon King had long since thrown away the corpse of the last Dark Thief, so there was no way to conduct an autopsy comparison... He had a terrifying idea: the two Dark Thieves might be the same one. His Summoning Gate was indeed aimed at the abyss again, at the same location as last time, and the coordinates were very accurate, but the gate did not lead to the correct time, but opened again at the same time.
In addition to the abyss, the Demon King also tried to open the door of summoning on different planes, but failed. Perhaps because the abyss and the purgatory of the Hundred Caves are both negative energy planes, it is easier to interact with each other, while the heaven, the fire domain, the elemental star sea, the light nucleus layer and the human world are not so easy.
Strange to say, if he only made the kind of small summon door with one hand at most, he would succeed every time, and the time line every time was parallel to the present; but once he wanted to make a two-way Doors that are clear enough for the entire living body to pass through, all kinds of problems will arise.
The Demon King thought that maybe it would be more efficient to change the research direction temporarily, so he temporarily put aside the problem of the time point and focused on conquering the door facing other planes.
In addition to research, the Demon King still often chats with human mages, and Arlette constantly provides him with magic items, and he is also happy to send Arlett gems or golden sand. Sometimes the Demon King would say, "Do you really want this? What else do you want? You worked hard for half a year to develop this giant tracking ballista for me, so you can't get paid for it, right?"
Arlette smiled and said, "Not a lot at all. Don't you know how valuable the things you gave me? Now I really don't want anything special."
"It's not precious at all!" The Demon King touched the familiar hand, it was still so slender and fair, but the skin seemed to be much rougher than before, "Seriously, Arlette, I owe you a little. I was on guard against you from the beginning, for fear that you would deceive me, that you would ask me for a reward that I cannot afford... Up to now, the things I have given you are not very valuable, if I use these to reward the ministers, they will I'm sure to think I'm a harsh idiot..."
"Why do you say that, don't you want me to be dissatisfied?" the Master asked.
The Demon King sighed: "You should have been dissatisfied. You must have been tired after helping me with so many things in such a short period of time, but I treated you badly."
Arlette was silent for a long time. "The devil is funny," he said after a while, "you don't know the value of what you give me. If it's true that humans often defraud the devil, we'll just ask for anything. To be able to obtain huge wealth easily... that is unimaginable wealth for ordinary people."
"How can there be so many..." The Demon King muttered.
"My lord, I'm lying on a bed made of moon fragrant wood," Arlette said. "Maybe you don't know what this is... In short, it's something that a human serf can't afford for a lifetime of work. My pajamas are made of silk. Yes, the pillows are stuffed with thick down, and even the spoon I use to eat has a manga jade handle. Maybe that still doesn't sound intuitive? Also, I don't live in a mage tower, but a fruit forest. Manor, I hire assistants by gold coins, not apprentices by talent, I live a more luxurious life than a squire, and more free than a noble, and my past is innocent, and the temple will not trouble me... For a mage Say, my life can be called lavish and lustful... In fact, in the eyes of my countrymen, I am hardly a mage, I no longer go out on adventures, and do not make money by selling scrolls and magic items. In my hometown, everyone They all think that I am a small nouveau riche, inheriting a large amount of inheritance from distant relatives, and relying on this wealth to sit on the mountain."
The Demon King didn't believe it: "No, not long ago you were very poor, you couldn't even buy good charcoal in winter..."
"That was a long time ago..."
"It's only been a few decades, how long has it been?"
Only then did the Demon King realize that the mage's voice was almost choked: "My lord, I am a human. My life is only a few decades in total."
The Demon King was stunned. This sentence is very sad, but in the voice of the Demon King, he feels more fear than sadness.
Arlette's hand moved, groping along the Demon King's fingers: "I still remember that the first time you grabbed your hand, your nails were cut very short. Every time after that, I would deliberately pay attention to your hand. It will record which hand you touched and whether it has changed. Over the years, your hand has been injured, but it is not serious, your skin will be hard when it is cold, and then you will be treated by the ointment I give you Okay; the sword cocoon on your hand hasn't changed, the thickness and position are the same as before; your nails are now a little longer, but they don't need trimming... It's amazing, after all this time, the devil's nails haven't How much does it grow?"
It sounds like the human mage is about to cry. The Demon King was a little panicked, he didn't understand, didn't understand, the mage Arlette has always been very gentle and calm, why does he seem to be unable to control his emotions today
"I'm sorry, Arlette," the Demon King said with difficulty, "I can feel you're sad... but I don't understand why you're sad, I'm the devil, you're human, I really don't understand... Can you explain it to me? listen?"
Arlette's voice was muffled, as if to hide something: "Yes, I'm very sad. But... not only you, but also I don't understand why... Ordinarily I should be happy, I should be very happy to meet you , Sir, you have changed the second half of my life. You have allowed a person who has long lost his identity as a mage to continue to call himself a mage. If I hadn’t been summoned by you at the beginning, now I…"
He stopped again, gasping for long breaths, as if trying to calm his excitement.
"If I hadn't been summoned by you, there would be no 'now me'."
After he finished speaking, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the Demon King subconsciously grasped him tightly, preventing him from putting his arm back into the mirror. In fact, the Demon King was fully capable of grabbing Arlette, but he finally let go of his hand.
Arlette's hand is still beautiful, but it has definitely changed.
The Demon King closed his eyes and recalled the day when the summoning was successful. He took the Mage's hand and gently kissed the white and soft palm. Now Arlette's fingers are still long, but his nails are much darker than before; the backs of his hands are still very white, but the skin is wrinkled with regret; his arms are thinner and more boned than ever before. Obviously, the strength when struggling is also much less than before...
Thinking about it carefully, these situations are not abrupt, they seem to have appeared long ago... When did it first start? It didn't take long for the Demon King to remember.
He didn't bother Arlette any more, just walked out of the bedroom in a trance and slowly paced the corridor. What Alette meant just now was that he was living a good life, which must be a good thing, although the Demon King doesn't fully believe it... But if it is true, this is definitely a good thing. Who doesn't like a flamboyant and lustful life? but why