01.
While Theodore and Eric were shaking together, Hill also welcomed a visitor here, Death Knight Gordenia.
"My king, fortunately, I found the brown-skinned goblin tribe that you asked me to track some time ago at the edge of the dark forest, and I have controlled them now."
The opponent was still in full body armor, covering even his face, and he could only see a diffuse black mist from the gap in the helmet.
It is also a death knight, but his style is completely different from Monroe's.
But later, Hill learned that if Monroe was alone, he would still be in the form of a cloud of black mist. It would take mana to maintain the human form, and under normal circumstances, death knights were not interested in doing that. Monroe did it because Hill had complimented him on his good looks.
Hill was very moved when he knew this later... Do you think it is possible that Hill would be so innocent? In fact, after Hill knew that Monroe was willing to show his face because he praised him for his good looks, he said to Monroe, "Actually, I think your body is as good-looking as your face, so..."
Then he was hit by Monroe's white eyes.
... The death knight can actually roll his eyes, he has learned a lot.
Erwen, who witnessed all the experiences beside him, felt a little heart attack... Lord Demon King, you, from a certain point of view, you are really the best among all previous Demon Kings.
It looks like the plan isn't working. Hill felt quite sorry.
"Food and sex," Hill said to Erwin, who was feeling sore, in a dignified manner, "I'm the devil, what's wrong with me pursuing this kind of visual enjoyment? Don't I just like to look at good-looking muscles and bodies... Of course, it would be even better if it’s not just for visual enjoyment. By the way,” he said guiltily, “don’t let Al hear it.”
If the dark elf Albrecht heard it, the consequences would probably be disastrous.
Then came Monroe's low laughter from behind: "So it doesn't matter if I hear it? My lord."
"Because I believe you will obey me obediently." Hill said.
"You are too domineering."
"Otherwise, how could the domineering devil fall in love with me?" Hill said casually.
"Oh." Monroe looked up at Hill, his dark eyes were faintly red, "I'm looking forward to it."
"Puff, cough, cough...? Monroe? You?" Hill was still immersed in the dark elf's idiocy, so he didn't react for a while, and was choked.
"Because you are my Lord." Monroe said calmly, "So I will gladly accept everything you give me, whether it's hope or despair, whether it's words of faith or whispers of depravity, whether it's love or hate, I'll accept it happily, happily."
Ah... It stands to reason that this is similar to their usual words of allegiance, but for some reason Hill feels a little fluffy.
Illusion.
— come back to this night.
After the death knight Gordonia reported about the brown-skinned goblin, Hill dug out this information from recent trifles: "Is that the tribe that the elder goblin told me about? I remember they were unwilling to help me. work?"
"Yes, they're still not willing to cooperate," Goldonia said.
"It seems that there are people who are not afraid of power," Hill smiled, and there was cruelty in his casual smile, "but if it is my power that is not afraid of power, then forget it, I will feel uncomfortable." He tapped his finger Looking at the table, he smiled lowly, "After all, it's better to read other people's stories full of twists and turns. If it's your turn to experience, you can't wait to open all the hooks right from the beginning."
Outside the Blackstone Tower stretches into the endless darkness. Gordenia knows that this is a road walked by a steel monster called a train. The industrial railway looks magnificent under the blood moon in the demon world.
The lights in the Blackstone Tower flickered, and the figure of the Lord Demon King was cast on the wall. Goldnia knew that no matter what the final outcome was, the Lord Demon King was destined to leave a strong mark in the history of the Demon World. Those who have extra ambitions, seeing that the Lord Demon King is going to leave an eternal reputation, Gordenia also knows that he should work hard, so that he can become a legendary figure and a troubadour object of mutual praise.
Strange to say, none of the demons think that Hill is too "kind", and all people who think Hill is kind are human beings. This is probably because the two sides have different ways of thinking. In fact, from the perspective of the demon king Hill, the living are more valuable than the dead, and the living are easier to be used, and the population in the Middle Ages was small. Sometimes Hill would tell the people in the demon world what he thinks, and the demons would understand. They may have thought that human beings were humble and weak before, but they also knew that according to their theory, they were also humble and weak in the face of the devil, so from this strange perspective, they could completely understand some of Hill's actions.
As for humans, Hill only explained some things about the demon world to Theresa, and didn't say much about Joan Baker and old Jackson. He usually either discusses matters or makes jokes. Some humans feel that Hill's attitude towards humans seems a bit too kind, but of course they don't criticize this from the standpoint of humans, and feel more comfortable to cooperate with them.
Goldnia couldn't understand Hill's words, he thought for a while, and said according to his own understanding: "So for the drama of the story, let's make their lives more turbulent?"
"It sounds terrible." Hill stopped tapping his fingers on the table, and then raised the corners of his lips, "But I like it."
Gordenia breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
"Is it a big family?"
"Not very big." Goldonia replied.
"It's not a big tribe, I thought you would kill them in your style." Hill joked.
Goldnia said in a deep voice: "In the past, I would have done this. I think these things should not bother my king."
Hill smiled, "Okay... Wait, has something similar happened before? Well, I know, don't tell me, I'll just pretend I don't know, but in the future, you can't slaughter demons casually."
"Yes, my king." Gordenia replied: "But I am learning my king's way of thinking now, thinking that every demon has its role, but I don't know how to do it."
"Okay." Hill stood up and looked out into the night, "I'll go and have a look."
02.
The moonlight is not bright tonight, and the clouds in the sky are very thick and there are many, covering the moonlight from time to time, making the earth dark.
The brown goblins gathered together and whispered.
"That's the five elders, are we really not going to surrender?"
"Wait a minute, I heard that these grown-ups are acting differently now, so we can raise our bargaining chips and sell us for a good price."
"Yes, wealth and wealth can be found in insurance."
There were several hellhounds around them. These hellhounds bared their white fangs, and their aura was terrifying, which made the goblins a little uneasy.
"I, I still feel a little scared..."
"These hellhounds are too scary, they can even catch up with the high-level demons."
"We are businessmen! We dare to make any deal! Calm down!"
"Yes, let's calm down, even if the devil himself comes over, we have to negotiate with him."
"Yes! We need to negotiate!"
"Strive for the best interests!"
These goblins are more and more confident.
The wind blew over and it was a little cool.
The hellhounds suddenly pricked up their ears.
This made the goblins shudder.
Then they saw the hellhound whining a few times towards a place, and then they all crawled down.
Then, the black leather boots slowly stepped on the ground with rotting leaves, and the dark cloak fluttered in the wind. Someone crushed a small animal skeleton and appeared in front of the goblins.
Behind him was a pale blood moon.
The aura exuding from him was even more eye-catching than that blood moon.
The death knights next to Cerberus knelt on one knee and said at the same time, "My king."
The devil... is really the devil!
The goblins were suddenly dumbfounded, and many people looked at one of them. That goblin was the one who just said that even if the devil himself came over, he would negotiate.
Hill nodded lightly to the death knights, "Thank you for your hard work." Then he looked at the goblins, "Do you have anything to say?"
"We like freedom!" said the goblin who was the focus of everyone's attention.
"You like to live." Hill said lightly.
"I, we like freedom..." The goblin was a little less confident this time.
Hill smiled suddenly, and he walked up to the goblin, who was not half as tall as him, and his shadow directly covered the other person's body completely. Then he bent down, patted his head, and said in a coaxing tone, "You guys prefer to live. Be good." But there was no smile in his eyes.
The goblin swallowed, and said, "Yes...we prefer to be alive."
Hill laughed again, and his hand touched the goblin's head again, then traced his face along his neck, and grabbed it sharply.
The surrounding goblins were almost scared to death at this moment.
Hill pinched it and lifted it up directly. The goblin was struggling with his limbs, with a look of despair in his eyes. Hill looked at him indifferently for a second, then two, then let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground.
"Be grateful to Dade."
The night wind brought Hill's faint voice.
"Then weeping and confessing, I reported to Elder Mane."
The goblin coughed and shuddered on the ground.
The surrounding dark knights have left quietly with the hellhounds.
The other goblins also trembled for a while, and one goblin suddenly realized: "It's all your fault!"
"It's all your fault for saying something that insults the dignity of Lord Demon King!"
"kill him!"
"Hit him!"
02.
Hill looked at his hands under the lamp, and he recalled how he had just strangled the goblin's neck.
He realized that he didn't feel anything just now, so if he strangled him like this, he wouldn't feel the slightest tremor in his heart.
Hill has always disliked thinking about who I am, whether I am a demon or a human being. He feels that he has not even dealt with the matter in front of him well, and has no time to think about these philosophical issues.
But at this moment, he was really a little scared by himself.
He sighed slowly, turned around and looked at Monroe over there: "Monroe, if I kill someone, will you still believe in me?"
Monroe felt a little inexplicable. Of course, you have killed many people as a devil. Didn't you personally kill one of my colleagues? "Nothing will change my faith in you."
"Then don't you believe in faith itself?" Hill smiled sullenly.
"No, I'm well aware of how special you are to me," Monroe said.
"Then don't leave me." Hill said, his red eyes were cloudy at the moment, he repeated, "Don't leave me."
"Yes." Monroe realized that his state was wrong, and replied cautiously.
"Say, you won't leave me."
"I won't leave you, my lord..."
"Kneel down and kiss the back of my hand."
Monroe did as he got down on one knee and picked up Hill's hand, but before his lips touched the back of Hill's hand, Hill suddenly squeezed his jaw.
Monroe stared at him quietly.
Hill saw that the red in the black of Monroe's eyes gradually increased, and the dark red color flooded the entire pupil.
They looked at each other quietly.
Monroe let go of Hill's hand, and followed Hill's strength to approach him.
Then kissed him on the lips.
"I won't leave you, Hill."
He said so. When he said this, his eyes strangely returned to calm black.
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