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The tip of the sword with a cold light was pressed against his throat.
—I lost.
The sense of weight and oppression on his body is quite clear.
— Now it was Monroe who pinned him by the lake.
There were dark red burning flames in the opponent's eyes.
— it feels like there's some...
"Hill." He called his name slowly, his voice low
— Unexpected inner looseness.
Hill raised his hand to hold the sword, and this time he used magic power, so his sword immediately turned into a cloud of cold mist, gushing out from the gap between his closed five fingers.
It was expected that this sparring would be lost, because this was just a sparring, not a battle.
In the competition just now, both sides didn't use much magic power, they relied on their own physical fitness and sword wielding skills.
The Demon King's physical fitness is naturally very strong, but as a beginner, Hill's swordsmanship is naturally left behind by Monroe. So it's normal to lose.
"Although I knew I would lose, I didn't expect to put on such an embarrassing posture." Hill looked down at the black mist lingering around his fingertips, and said with emotion.
"It's not embarrassing, my lord looks beautiful like this." Monroe was also looking at Hill, the sword body had disappeared, leaving only the hilt in his hand. He raised his hand and tapped his thumb, and the black sword grew out of the hilt again, and he sheathed it. His series of movements are very skillful, and he also has a kind of elegant handsomeness.
"You seem to have made quite a horrible speech." Hill watched Monroe's movements and said.
"I just said what came to me." Monroe shifted his gaze to him again.
"Tsk... This sounds even worse." Hill patted Monroe's arm, "Don't press me, it's time to get up."
"Okay." Monroe nodded, got up and stretched out his hand to Hill.
Hill took his hand and stood up, the steel glove was really cold to hold: "It's crisp and neat, I thought you would be reluctant." He sneered, because he just pressed it for too long.
"Um, that's not necessary, after all, there is still a lot of time in the future." Monroe replied truthfully.
"...What the hell," Hill turned his head sensitively, "You mean you'll spend a lot of time on me in the future?"
Monroe coughed lightly: "I believe you got it wrong."
Hill thought about it for a second, how could Monroe have such nasty thoughts, usually he is the one who has nasty thoughts, "... Well, I am judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."
Monroe said flatly, "I'm not a gentleman."
Hill added casually, "I like it when you turn bad." He glanced at Monroe, whose eyes were now black. The eyes of the death knights will turn red when they use powerful power or get emotional. It seems that he has calmed down? Hill covered his face with his hands, and he could see the corners of his lips curling up between his fingers, and he said with a low smile, "...I like it so much."
Monroe's voice was also a little low, "...Okay. I see."
The two returned to the Blackrock Tower together, and Erwin prepared afternoon tea for them. Erwin stayed in Magnolia City for a long time a while ago, with the purpose of learning from humans, and afternoon tea was one of the learning outcomes.
He lurks in the fireplace, wind lamps, oil lamps and even candles to watch humans. Later, he was frightened and came out of the fire after seeing an incident of child abuse by X. As a result, the nobleman was more frightened than him. ... This is also a matter of course.
Demons love children very much, just like wild beasts are tolerant to their cubs.
Erwin never thought that humans would do such a thing...
"Isn't human beings a race with feelings and morals?" He asked the former human Monroe at the time, "How can you do such a thing, won't your conscience hurt?"
He asked this from the heart.
And Monroe replied: "It is because of the feeling and moral sense that there is an immoral pleasure in these things."
After hearing this, Erwin was a little sad: "I am quite yearning for human beings..."
Because Hill is the Demon Race who has the most contact with Hill, he has heard many things about humans from Hill, so he has a yearning for humans.
"Not all humans are like this." Monroe comforted.
Hill next to him chimed in, "For example, Monroe, when you are a human being, it's also good."
Erwin felt his sadness eased a little.
Hill continued: "So he was forced to become a demon."
Erwin: "..."
Erwin almost burst into tears on the spot.
Monroe helplessly raised his forehead... Hill, you are really enough. What kind of bad taste is this.
As for whether the demons take pleasure in killing people, it depends on the specific race. For example, the cats among the orcs do have this kind of behavior, and their cheap behavior makes them sometimes accidentally let their prey go away...
Back to afternoon tea.
The top one is the strawberry Dutch muffin. The fluffy and delicious muffin is smeared with strawberry jam, fresh strawberry slices, and some green mint leaves. Both the appearance and taste are superb. Then there are yogurt raisin bread, coconut milk pastry, honey souffle biscuit... besides that, there is roasted seaweed. Hill got seaweed some time ago, this kind of snack Hill likes to eat very much on earth.
Seaweed is made of laver in the endless sea of the devil world. It tastes very refreshing, with a crisp taste and melts in the mouth. Take a bite, it is fragrant and crunchy, and the flavor of seaweed makes him want to stop.
However, it has not yet been mass-produced, so it has not yet been put on the shelves of the Demon World Mall. Hill is going to let the entire production line of black dwarves come out.
The drink is strawberry mulled wine. Compared with traditional red wine, this red wine has more fragrance of berries. The method is not particularly simple. The ingredients also include fresh orange juice, orange peel, cinnamon and strawberry jam. Fresh strawberries are placed after cooking over low heat, and a little rosemary is added as a decoration.
Hill took a sip and felt that the flavor was very unique. The alcohol was surrounded by fruity aromas, but the taste was a bit too strong. Hill still prefers lighter drinks. He served Erwin some light mint tea. Then chatted with Monroe: "Your sword skills are really good."
Hill knew that, unlike a guy like him who became powerful by relying on the benefits of time travel, Monroe really became powerful bit by bit by relying on his own efforts.
After experiencing the power of Monroe at close range, and having the tip of his sword pointed at his throat, Hill's feeling towards him became a little strange.
How to put it, it can’t be said that he felt death. After all, Hill couldn’t die if his throat was pierced. It’s okay to cut off his head, he can pick it up and put it back on. His head is actually a decoration... Wait, this sentence seems a bit wrong. But in general, Hill felt that he was still moved by that strength, and the feeling of his cold eyes staring at him with sharp eyes made Hill feel excited.
"Sword skills are deliberately shown to you." Monroe replied.
Hill complained, "At the cost of hurting me."
"I thought I was going to be rewarded, but was it punishment?" Monroe said. "But that's not bad."
... I always feel that the topic suddenly started.
Hill found that his barren brain could not think of anything other than driving, so he walked up to Monroe and kissed his forehead, and said with a smile, "Let me fool you this time, how about it?"
Monroe closed his eyes, and Hill saw him put his fingers together. Speaking of which, his fingers are really pretty when they don't wear gloves, they are pale, slender, and strong, and they must look pretty if they are soaked in blood. Hill thought wildly. Then he heard Monroe ask, "Is this a reward, or a punishment?"
"It's too philosophical for you to regard kissing as punishment," Hill said.
Monroe opened his eyes, his eyes were still black, "Okay, let's just let you fool me this time."
"You're offending me by saying that," Hill said.
"But you said that first," said Monroe.
"I'm a domineering demon king. I can laugh at myself, but if others want to laugh at me, I'll crush them to death." Hill said naturally.
Monroe raised the corners of his lips, "Sorry, my lord."
"Then I will forgive you magnanimously." Hill said triumphantly, and then put the cream honey cake into his mouth. Wow. tasty.
From Paladin to Avenger.
From human to demon.
What is that burning in the chest cavity? Is it hatred or lust? Is it emptiness or excitement
Monroe lowered his eyes and did not speak again.
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