Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

Chapter 140

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Editor's Notes:

"Hi everyone, I haven't seen you for a month, do you miss me

Many, many things have happened during this period, and various things have occupied my time, so the editor-in-chief of the last issue of the magazine was written by Theodore. Cut, how can a small human being compare to the charm of this temple, I believe you are all waiting for my return. What? The editor-in-chief's notes in the last issue were well received? I go? Cough, it's kind of embarrassing when I didn't say anything.

Haha ok, just kidding.

I went to Josh Kenny yesterday and found that the streets and alleys are filled with a warm atmosphere. I went to meet Captain Rhodes and learned from him that Josh Kenny's Oktoberfest is coming!

I heard that the Josh Kenny Oktoberfest, Mülheim Social Month and Fussen Empire Art Carnival are the three most lively events in Magnolia, what? You said the four major activities? The holy ring day of the church is naturally out of our consideration, I'm just narrow-minded, hey (* ̄︶ ̄). Speaking of which, you humans really have all kinds of interesting festivals.

To catch up with such an interesting festival, I asked super girl to perform publicly during the Josh Kenny Oktoberfest. I don’t know if they can win the crown of the Queen of Dionysus and Goddess of Beauty, then they will be the first time in the history of the Oktoberfest The Demon Race who won this honor. In addition, the Mojie Mall will also put a batch of the latest beer on the shelves, and there are also some yogurt fruit wines, carefully selected raw materials, carefully brewed, and many flavors: rose, mint, peach...here is a strong Amway brown sugar flavored yogurt wine, Joan that guy Likes lemon yoghurt, I suspect he likes the green color. Don't be suspicious of the car, I'm just driving, let me cross my waist for a while.

The next issue of the magazine will give priority to the submission of Oktoberfest, and "Love and Demons" will also launch Oktoberfest-related activities. You can collect beer in the game to get the male characters drunk, and different events will be triggered according to their drunkenness. Please look forward to it~

At present, "The Godfather" has been serialized to the passage of how Don Corleone made his fortune. This story is very exciting, and my blood boils. I even want to drop my job and run to become a mafia. Then I was ruthless The ground was dragged back, and they told me how much work I had accumulated on hand... Pain beat the ground.

That's all for this issue of the magazine, let me wish you a happy Oktoberfest in advance!

cheers! For the Magnolia Continent! For the friendship between humans and demons! "

Hill sanctimoniously wrote the last stroke, and then handed over the manuscript to the magazine.

He did go to Josh Kenny yesterday, and Captain Rhode himself had joined the Dark Church, so the Bird of Death got a free unlimited supply of canned food.

Hill went to Josh Kenny to discuss the sequel of "Pirates of the Caribbean" with Captain Rhodes. Hill intends to shoot both the second and third parts at once. The two plots are very closely related and suitable for continuous release. .

Hill also noticed that the atmosphere between Captain Rhodes and Leona Bell was a bit strange. He didn't ask about it, and each had their own fate. He has no interest in understanding other people's lives and knowing all kinds of stories, but he has no interest in participating in other people's lives and changing stories.

The world had ruined Leona's maiden heart.

When Leona took her life to join the Dark Vatican, she became a disciple of a necromancer. The necromancer had many disciples. He treated the disciples as tools. The disciples worked for him and even became the material of his research. He imparted knowledge to them according to his preferences, and then secretly killed the more powerful disciples who could threaten his life.

The Dark Vatican doesn't know what's going on behind it. The Dark Vatican allows the teacher to treat the disciple badly, and it's okay to accidentally kill the disciple, but deliberate murder is not allowed. … sounds really dark enough.

Leona saw through the truth of the Necromancer's treatment of his disciples by virtue of her intelligence, and her heart, which was slightly warmed by the heat, cooled down again. At that time, she did not report directly to the Dark Holy See because she did not trust the Holy See. She secretly accumulated strength, and by her own strength, she killed the teacher, destroyed the body and wiped out all traces, and refined his ashes into a magic weapon.

The death of a great necromancer was a great loss to the Dark Vatican, and it was Hercules, the five ambassadors, who was in charge of investigating this matter. The other party glanced at Leona and said, "I know you killed your teacher, and your eyes told me that."

Leona didn't try to justify, and admitted directly, "I killed the teacher, otherwise he would kill me, and he would kill a batch of the best students every few years."

Hercules asked: "Then why didn't you report to the Holy See?"

"Why didn't the Holy See take the initiative to take care of this matter all these years?" Leona Bell asked back.

Hercules called Spike Electra, another of the five ambassadors at the time, "You are responsible for the necromancer matter. Haven't you noticed it all these years?"

"Oh, you mean the thing about him quietly killing his apprentice?" Spike asked.

Hercules frowned: "Since you know, why..."

"Because he's an idiot, even this kind of self-confidence will die in the hands of his apprentice sooner or later." Spike said casually, "In this way, we can gain a more daring necromancer to succeed him. You see , Isn’t that what it is? As for those disciples who were killed by him, they can lose in this child’s play house situation, so it’s okay to end their life early. Is it a joke to believe in the God of Darkness? God doesn't need waste." Then he looked at Leona Bell with a smile: "She's a beautiful little girl, not bad."

"You have no right to make such a decision for the Holy See, Messenger Elektra." Hercules said.

Spike's voice was a bit cold, "Hercules, are you trying to educate me?"

"As [Judger], it is my duty to be in charge of judging such things." Hercules said, and then he looked back at Leona with a softer voice, "Let's end your matter for the time being, this time the Holy See owes you a lot." You have one request, you should leave first, I have something to settle with the envoy of Yiliklat."

But Leona Bell did not move, she hesitated for a moment, and said resolutely: "Messenger Hercules, I am willing to use this request to offset the mistake made by Messenger Elektra this time."

Hercules frowned slightly, and he dissipated the momentum around him: "...If that's the case, you should think about it."

"I've thought about it," said Leona Belle.

"Yes." Hercules nodded, "You will inherit everything from your teacher. I hope you can become stronger as soon as possible, and be careful not to be eaten by the wolves around you."

"I understand, thank you, Messenger Hercules." Leona said.

After Hercules left, Spike said with a cynical smile, "Not bad, very wise choice, little girl."

"Yeah." Leona nodded, she didn't hide anything from Spike, and directly expressed her opinion: "After listening to your conversation, I deduced two points, one, after I inherit the position of teacher, you will be My superior; two, I agree with your point of view more than the Hercules messenger."

"Oh, you also think waste shouldn't exist?" Spike asked.

Leona shook her head, "No, I think the weak will always pay a higher and heavier price if they want to survive in this era, they can't even see through that, even if they survive by luck, there will be worse things waiting for them in the future They, so they were lucky to die at that time."

The smile on Spike's face faded a bit. "Looks like you've been through a lot, girl."

"I think we've all been through a lot, Electra Emissary," Leona replied. "And my name is Leona, Leona Bell."

"Well, you're good," Spike said. "You've won my favor with your words."

"Thank you very much, Messenger." Leona saluted and said.

This is the first time Leona and Spike meet.

After officially joining the Dark Vatican, there is no such thing as finding a warm home. Hercules used to be a paladin, but he was just habitually just and strict. Spike Elekrate is a very typical member of the Dark Vatican. It seems that they rely on the exchange of interests to maintain their relationship with each other. Maybe they have a slight friendship over the years, but that friendship will only make them toast two glasses of wine in front of the grave after each other's death.

The Dark Holy See was just a shelter for them at that time. But although the world is big, it is not easy to find such a shelter.

Later, Leona became stronger and stronger, and became one of the five ambassadors, and she could stand side by side with Spike Erickrat and Hercules. At that time, Leona was wandering around, and met Captain Rhodes who came to ask for help, so she helped. She does this kind of thing quite a lot, but many people can't complete this karma. Some people go to the Church of Light to report her after Leona helps, some people are afraid of the power of the undead, and some people accidentally die while learning the undead spell So although many seeds have been sown over the years, there is very little knowledge to bear fruit. Captain Rhodes is the most powerful of them all.

Later, humans and demons started a war, and the dark church was the first to bear the brunt. A large number of people died, three of the five ambassadors died, and Hercules also died, leaving only Leona and Spike.

After the war the two drank under the moon, and Hercules was their mutual friend. This drink was to commemorate Hercules, but the two of them did not mention Hercules' name throughout the night. They talked about the future direction of the Dark Holy See, the current Dark Pope, and the Demon Race.

Spike said, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question, but I never asked it."

"Why don't you ask?" Leona said.

"Because asking and crossing that line," Spike said, "we could easily be friends or lovers, which is scary."

"It's really scary," Leona agreed. "Then don't ask."

"But I wanted to ask today," Spike said. "Look, we drank so much, we got so drunk that tomorrow we'll forget everything about today. So I'll ask."

"You've made such a good excuse for yourself, it looks like I can't keep your mouth shut," Leona said.

Spike smiled, and he said: "When I first saw you, I felt some kind of flame burning in your eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was. Later, after a long time of contact, I felt something burning in your soul. There is a very hard thing, and then I found out that you have a special obsession with 'living'... why?"

"Is 'alive' bad?" Leona asked.

"No, because most of the people in the Dark Vatican have their own pursuits, power, honor, money, belief... Everyone is not afraid of death, and they are all ready to die at any time. It's not that you are afraid of death, they don't Just like you have the drive to live. So I'm curious, why do you want to live so much?" Spike asked.

"Alive..." Leona looked at the blood-colored wine in the goblet—in fact, it was indeed mixed with blood, "I feel unwilling, I don't want to die, I feel that I can still do something and change some people , I want to leave my mark on this world, I don’t want to die, I’m not reconciled.” Leona crushed the wine glass, the shards scratched her fingers, she said in a deep voice: “If you die, you will have nothing. Nothing, like Hercules, nothing."

It was her first Hercules of the night.

"He defended his beliefs and his honor with his life. Although I don't like him, I have to admit it." Spike said.

"I also admit... But it's not enough for me. I want to live, I want to explore, I'm not reconciled, I want to let my unwillingness be released." Leona said her voice was hoarse at the end, and she took He picked up the wine bottle over there, sprinkled the liquor on the ground, and said, "To our friend, Hercules, to his wish and to die for his faith."

Spike raised his glass, "I salute you too, I salute you for fulfilling your wish."

"cheers."

The next day, the Devil Realm—at that time called the Lower Realm to send a message, asking the Dark Holy See to provide human actresses for filming.

Leona Bell was elected.

02.

The experience of Leona Bell and Spike Elekrate is actually quite typical in the Dark Vatican. It needs to be made clear that the people in the Dark Vatican are indeed mixed. There are murderers, fallen believers, pirates and thieves , but it is a Holy See after all, with certain rules and regulations. After Hill and Monroe came to power, the internal atmosphere of the Dark Vatican improved a lot, and it was not so cold anymore, but it was of course impossible for these people to be influenced immediately.

Monroe's policy is: we don't ask about the past, we welcome anyone to join, but we ask about the future, you can't still be "anyone" in the dark church.

Monroe's rules were much stricter than before, but he implemented them in a clever way, so he didn't receive much resistance. The results of his new policy are also obvious. Looking at the great changes in Famagusta and the attitude of the people around him towards the Dark Vatican, this has won him more respect in the Dark Vatican.

The reputation of the Dark Vatican in Famagusta is getting higher and higher, and the priests in black robes can get awe-inspiring eyes when they walk in the town-before, they were just fear, not respect. Monroe made these priests really feel the existence of "glory", and after that, individual glory gradually turned into collective glory. Spike couldn't help but sigh with emotion, if Hercules is still alive, he must feel very relieved.

03.

After the release of this issue of "Devil World Magazine", followers have contributed articles one after another. Hill intends to promote a new original author, and he also added moral assessments, after all, he wants to create an idol. Hill doesn't really believe that writing is like a person. Throughout the ages, there have been many people who have literary talent but not good character. For example, Song Zhiwen, the great poet who wrote "Being close to the hometown is more timid, and dare not ask people who come here", he is Liu Xiyi's uncle. Instead of occupying him, he brutally killed the other party... Oh, by the way, it is said that Song Zhiwen recommended himself to be Wu Zetian's male favourite.

Well, anyone who has followed you for more than a thousand years knows that you have bad breath.

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At present, the most discussed one is super girl, and the other is "The Godfather".

The content of this series is the history of the godfather's fortune, from scratch, watching how he chooses his own destiny, and embarked on such a road, starting from killing people, people around him gathered around him, and he became the "on the town" The most respected" person, and then help the person who asks for help to solve the trouble, in a polite "reasonable" way.

"Tessio shook his head: 'I'm afraid you're not that lucky, Fanucci never backs down.'

'I'll reason with him. ’ said Vito Corleone, which became his famous quote, Last warning before a fatal attack. Then he became Don, Godfather, and every time he sat down with his opponent and reasoned with him, the opponent knew that this was the last chance to settle the dispute without bloodshed. "

"Vito Corleone took out a wad of bills from his side pocket and said slowly and carefully, 'Here, I'll give you the money.' He looked at the two with a grin. Vito Corleone didn't know this at the time. The power of a smile. He's creepy...with his non-smiling eyes and his normally reasonable and reticent exterior, it's so scary to suddenly take off the mask and reveal his true self."

These sentences made the fans of "The Godfather" mesmerized. Before that, some people didn't have much sense of reality about the world created by "The Godfather"-after all, it was too empty for people in different worlds, but after this paragraph, that This sense of distance has been eliminated a lot. Thousands of words, turned into one sentence: Godfather is really amazing! It's really charming! The anti-government guy is really quite attractive!

Hill smiled very kindly after hearing this remark.

Very good, the aesthetics of people in another world is changing step by step. In other words, Hill broadened their aesthetic range.

04.

Hill spent the night before the Josh Kenny Oktoberfest with a few friends.

"Today's meal is at your expense, old Jackson, so go ahead," Hill said.

"Cheers to damned Emperor Yulan," said old Jackson.

"Oh," said Captain Rhodes, "a nice toast."

"It sounds like Emperor Yulan has done something to displease you again?" Hill asked.

"The thing about the dawn bird." Old Jackson said succinctly.

"I don't care, anyway, I let go of the shopkeeper." Hill shrugged.

"You would pass the buck," said Jackson Sr.

"Are you sure you want me to take care of it? If I continue to take care of it, I can only do it in the way of the demons." Hill still smiled just now, but for some reason, everyone present felt a little cold.

"Okay." Monroe over there said, "Don't just put on the air conditioner to scare people."

"...Okay." Hill resentfully said, "To the supreme majesty of the Pope, let's drink."

Joan Baker put it succinctly: "Here's to the money."

"Master Baker, you are vulgar," said Theodore.

"Oh?" Joan Baker looked at Theodore, and Theodore raised his glass and said, "Cheers to the beauty."

puff…

Everyone laughed, well, this Theodore slipped away like a bard, this lively atmosphere is fine.

After a round of drinking, Hill picked up the beer and began to give a speech: "We have different origins and different races, but we have similar experiences, so the red thread of fate brought us here... Why does this sentence sound gay, so it is fate The red thread of fate binds me and His Excellency the Pope, and then the other color threads of fate will bring you here."

"... talking nonsense with a wise face," commented Jackson Sr.

"Excuse me, he's always been like that," Monroe said.

Hill glared at them and continued: "In short, we have a lot of dissatisfaction with this world..."

"I want to chime in," said Joan Baker. "I feel like the world is okay. I just want to make more money."

"Shut up, don't interrupt me to be sensational." Hill said.

"Well, you are the boss, you have the final say." Joan Baker shrugged.

"Although we have our own goals, we are currently on the same side, and we have formed a huge force that cannot be ignored at the center. I promise that this force will become bigger and bigger, and I promise that I will achieve it. Your wishes, after all your wishes have been fulfilled, I am close to mine." Hill smiled a little at this point, he looked around at the few people sitting on the table, and suddenly said: "The bishop of Winter City It's ours." Then he raised his glass, as if he hadn't said anything just now: "Cheers to our future."

After the explosive news was thrown out, everyone looked different, even Monroe looked at Hill indifferently.

Old Jackson smiled wryly and said, "Your toast is much more powerful than my toast just now."

Hill just laughed and didn't say much.

05.

The night is deep, the moonlight is like water.

Monroe stood at the window watching Josh Kenny's night, and Hill lay on the bed with his legs crossed.

"Why don't you ask about today's drink? Your look made me feel guilty for a long time."

"It's your decision after all," Monroe said.

"Because I'm impatient, it's been a year." Hill slammed his mouth, "How many years can there be in life?"

"Demons have a long life," Monroe said.

"Why am I so impatient? You make me like a dark elf? Watching the demise of generations of human beings who killed their own people, being wiped out by time and then eradicating hatred? Are you kidding?" Hill looked at the ceiling and hummed He snorted and sneered for a while: "I trust a few of them because there is no reason not to trust them. Now I will give them a chance to betray me. I am indeed a little anxious about this behavior, but I have many backup candidates. Let the elements I don’t mind being a ruthless and overbearing demon king if they make any changes.”

Because it was the eve of the Oktoberfest, the streets and alleys of Josh Kenny were quite lively. Every household is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the lights outside are dimly formed in the night, and the light and shadow overlap. But as time passed, the night became darker, and the night gradually cooled the seaside city, and even painted the entire silent city with a layer of blue.

"People's hearts are unpredictable." Monroe turned around and called his name, "Hill."

"If you can plan a strategy, use your brain to solve it, and if you can't use your brain to solve it, use violence." Hill didn't look at Monroe, he was still looking at the ceiling while lying on the bed: "I made it back a few months before the compensation, but I am Now the message to the church is that we are still raising money. The next money can be developed in the army, I am the devil, I enjoy winning, and I can afford to lose."

Monroe walked over, he held Hill's hand and kissed his fingers, "You've been impatient these days."

Hill closed his eyes. Yes, he was indeed impatient. A lot of things happened this year. Although everything seemed to be resolved properly, the root cause was still there. Who knows when new things will break out. Even though he knew that the soldiers were coming to stop him, his heart was still hard to calm down. This is also human nature.

"Only you can see it." Hill seemed to smile bitterly. He only showed such an expression in front of Monroe.

"Fortunately I'm the only one who can see that," Monroe said, "fortunately I can see it."

"This word game is interesting." Hill grabbed Monroe's hand and pulled him up, raised his hand to turn off the light, and the last thing he saw before the room was dark was his red eyes shining with strange light: "Let's let I'm impatient to continue."

The animal desire is ferocious.

Greed ran rampant.

The night was rampant.