Can… "
This seemed to be very difficult for him, but he still said it with a wry smile: "You can still... contact your former colleagues and spend money to buy the magic items you want."
The Demon King was stunned, unable to speak for a moment.
He suddenly remembered those maple leaves in the past. Arlette could not see the color, so he gave him a bunch of leaves that had not turned red; and there was a bouquet of roses. Arlette could feel the fullness of the flowers, but could not see the petals that changed color. It’s even harder to choose paper and ribbons of harmonious colors; Arlette’s food has always been terrible, ugly and unpalatable. It is not easy for him to cook and feed himself after he is blind. possible. It was not until these years that he gradually came up with some pastries that looked like that, and these things, like magic items, were basically the craftsmanship of others.
Arlette withdrew his hand, took another sip of water, and stretched out his hand, panting heavily: "I'm not a good mage... In fact, I only made the relatively simple magic items at the beginning, and later the large amount of magic items were made by me. Whether it is produced, complicated in principle and simple in operation, none of it comes from my own hands. In the transaction with you, every time I get a very generous reward, which can be regarded as a huge amount of wealth in human society, I not only rely on They're getting better and better, and they can hire other mages to do things for me... oh, I'm part of it, but I'm just a participant, not a designer."
"This... it doesn't matter!" The Demon King stroked the wrinkled back of the human's hand, "Anyway, you did help me. I should have made your life better..."
Arlette continued: "I'm not really a mage at all. At best, I'm just... someone who has been a mage before. Before I met you, I was a mage apprentice, and I was a relatively good kind of... I'm not boasting, then At that time, I was already the tutor's assistant. I helped him manage the mage tower and help him organize his teaching. The other apprentices feared me more than the tutor. But... I was too young and arrogant at that time, so that in the experiment I made an irreparable mistake... I lost both eyes and killed a colleague."
The Demon King kissed his hand, as if comforting, but also as if it were unintentional. Now Arlette has learned to accept it safely, and will no longer make a fuss about this action.
"Later I left the Mage Tower... I don't know what kind of eyes the mentor and other apprentices used to see me leave? I didn't see it, because I couldn't see it at that time. I went back to my home village, here, I'm not a respected mage, just a loser who got into trouble and got kicked out of the mage tower. Can you imagine that being blind is a fatal blow to a mage, although I can still cast spells with both hands, I It's hard to learn new spells again, almost impossible to dabble in new knowledge..."
The Demon King asked cautiously, "Then... did your hand also get hurt in that failed experiment?"
"What hand?"
"It's your left hand. When you were first summoned, you said that your left hand was broken and was splinted."
Arlette paused, then laughed hard. His laughter was weak, far less clear than before. "I didn't have a broken bone," he said. "I was wounded and bleeding, but it was far from fatal... That's why I was able to talk so much without any hassle before finally asking you for the snake grass."
The Demon King was heartbroken. The current atmosphere is not very good, neither sweet nor warm, just like the repentance on the deathbed, the confession before Yongjue.
After that, the Demon King was still busy with experiments every day, almost forgetting to eat and sleep. He had to contact Arlette every night to see if he was healthy with the little information he had.
In midsummer, he gave Arlette some anti-heatstroke odorants, but Arlette said that he seldom felt hot, and I am afraid that these things will not be used.
One day in late autumn, Arlette brought a stack of fallen leaves. He said that the servant's daughter picked it up for him. He couldn't see what color it was, so the little girl told him one by one. The devil jokingly said, it seems that you are a well-loved and good master, and the cubs of the servants like you so much.
Arlette twisted the stem of one of the leaves and smiled weakly: "Yeah, I'm also very satisfied with my life. I used to be very desperate, but not now... I'm very satisfied, really."
"I don't think it's enough. I wish you a better life."
"It's fine now... When I was young, I couldn't have dreamed of the present day. My lord, before I met you, I even wanted to die..."
"What?!" The Demon King was startled.
"I don't want to die for a long time, it's okay," Arlette said, "It's all because I met you."
"Alette," the Demon King put the human's hand to his cheek, "I will get you over as soon as possible, are you willing to accompany me?"
"Yes, but maybe... no chance."
"Don't say that. My research is going well, wait a little longer..."
Arlette's hand moved, turned the angle, and touched the Demon King's cheek with his palm. "Sir, give me a hand," he said.
The Demon King reacted for a while before realizing that the mage meant to ask him to hold his hand. It seems that humans are too weak to raise their arms for a long time. The Demon King wrapped Arlette's hand with his generous upper left hand, while the lower left hand supported his arm, guiding him to slowly stroke his face.
"I've never seen you," Arlette said regretfully. "Of course, you haven't seen me either."
The Demon King said, "You will see it soon. You have to be ready, don't be frightened by me."
"I know what a burning spirit demon is like. When I was young... When my eyes were normal, I saw the illustrated book."
"The illustrated book is not necessarily accurate," the demon king joked with humans, but he couldn't laugh at all, "I am much more terrifying and mighty than my fellow clan, and some small creatures were scared to death when they saw me."
"Actually... I can't see you," Arlette said. "My eye is an old wound, and it's a permanent injury to the eyeball, which can't be cured even with purgatory methods."
"It's really a pity," the demon king carefully held the old human hand and kissed each of his fingers, "but I want to see you, I must see you. Even if you can't see me, I want to see you. You Signed a contract with me, your whole life belongs to me!"
"Of course, my lord," Arlette's voice trembled, "my life... belongs to you."
There is a calendar in the Demon King's bedroom. It is a human calendar, and it was given to him by Arlette not long ago. In the late autumn, the leaves fall, and the world ushered in the harsh winter. Humans have the habit of celebrating the winter solstice, but Alette is too weak to participate in any carnival. This year's winter solstice, he and the devil spend time and space together.
One day in the middle of spring, the Demon King returned to his bedroom from the sandbox research room. Standing in front of the mirror, he froze.
The slowly rhythmic ripples on the mirror disappeared, and when the fingers touched it, they could only touch the cold and smooth mirror surface. This shows that the path to the other world has been disconnected, the summoning technique is over, and the contract has been completed.
Alette Hope died before summer came again.
In the third year after the death of Allette Hope, the Demon King led his army into another cave floor and killed the opponent's Demon Lord. Since then, the two cave floors have only honored one demon city as the king's capital, and only one devil as their king.
In fact, the devil is too lazy to fight, he just wants to shrink in the sandbox force field of the laboratory to study the door of summoning, but since the outside world learned that he has lost his human allies, all forces are eager to move, and the demons in the magic city have also questioned his rule. ... All kinds of turmoil disturbed the demon king, and finally he decided to start a war between the layers of the cave in exchange for the quiet for the next few years.
Fifteen years after the death of Arlette Hope, the Demon King successfully opened the door to the elemental star sea, not a flawed product that only allows one hand or one foot to pass through, but a real door to another world. He summoned a water element spirit, which looks a bit like a human plane spirit, but it looks a little transparent, which is disgusting.
Since he was summoned, he had to make a contract with him, so the demon king agreed with the elemental spirit: the demon king should pay him to be responsible for the maintenance of the auto-cleaning element ball left by the mage, and help the nobles of the demon city do laundry when the element ball is not enough. . Washing clothes is a piece of cake for Elemental Spirit. He can wash a room of clothes by hooking his fingers without hurting the fabric, dyeing each other, and leaving no detergent. The magic is that the fabric will never shrink. .
Twenty years after the death of Arlette Hope, the door to the world still cannot be opened smoothly. In fact, the Demon King can open the half-finished door at any time, but what's the point of opening it? What's the point of catching a few other mages.
Twenty-seven years after Arlette Hope's death, the Demon Lord's sandbox force field broke. Now he can either stop research and fix the sandbox first, or risk the space collapsing and continue research without the sandbox. The Demon King chose the latter, and he entrusted the task of repairing the sandbox to the scale man scholar, while he continued to focus on the gate of time and space.
In fact, the devil has been thinking: even if the door of summoning to the human world is successfully opened, he can walk in, he can catch the mage, and the other party can be pulled over by him... So what's the point
If his door is fortunate enough to open at the right time, then he will face a world without Allette; if his door is still flawed, it will be opened at the time of the last "little door". Dot - which is where Arlette was first summoned