01.
When Hill brought Alice back to the Demon Realm, the demons were frightened. The five elders came to see the child in groups and made a strong crowd.
The dark elf Albrecht flew into the air with jealousy: "My lord, you plan to use her as rations, you definitely plan to use her as rations..."
"Why are you jealous of even a child?" Hill couldn't laugh or cry.
"Because she is too close to you!" Albrecht said righteously.
"I don't see how jealous you are of Monroe," Hill said.
Albrecht replied: "Because I can't beat Monroe Monroe...wait a minute why should I be jealous of Monroe Monroe?" He showed a blank expression, "Don't Monroe Monroe often come to the Demon Realm?"
The other four and five elders all looked at the dark elf with pity.
The dark elf was still at a loss: "What happened? What happened to Your Excellency Monroe? My king?"
Hill coughed, and he found that Albrecht was not usually blind. "It's okay." After Hill hypocritically said this sentence, he quickly brought the topic to the right track: "About Alice, all demons can't hurt her without my permission."
Ghost Binns hit the nail on the head: "You mean, do you plan to raise her as a daughter?"
"Well... well, let's take good care of it first." Hill said.
Little Alice is a cute little girl. When Hill handed the dagger to her yesterday, he had a tentative mind. If she couldn't do it, Hill would not force her, but only regarded her as the Pope's An illegitimate daughter is treated as a chess piece—of course, it must be able to keep up with the material conditions.
Finally Alice passed his test.
Hill actually made a very thoughtful layout here... let’s call it thoughtful: he smeared poison on her dagger. I got up the courage to stab him, but he didn't die, and the other party continued to scream, which was too difficult.
Now that you've passed it, let's take care of it.
— Hill told her that she could call him by his name. Hill.
Seeing the phantom Bins hit the nail on the head, the dark elf Albrecht also tried to hit the nail on the head: "You mean, you can hurt her with your permission?"
"Don't pick words with me, go pick other things..." Hill rolled his eyes helplessly.
Albrecht thought for a while.
Then, he blushed in full view.
Hill and several other elders all showed twitching expressions, except for the death knight Gordonia who was hiding under the mask, his expression was invisible to everyone.
Hill started to shout: "Go away, I'm going to see little Alice now."
Albrecht was very dissatisfied: "My lord, do you like children? The dark elves have many cute children, you can play with them casually..."
"It doesn't have to be children, it's specific." Hill explained.
"If it really doesn't work, I'll give you one! This is also specific!" Albrecht said.
Hill: "..."
What a loyal and terrifying subordinate this is.
Hill found it really hard to be angry with Albrecht, because the other party was really too strong, too strong in a sense...
After driving away the moths headed by Albrecht—even though the other four elders were implicated, Hill walked to the next room.
He asked Irwin to pack up a bedroom for Alice in the Blackrock Tower, but no additional decoration and decoration have been carried out. Hill is thinking about making Alice's room a princess room or something, oh, he can also let the dark elves do it. Some little girl's clothes. Alice is already cute. Wearing cute Lolita clothes will definitely make people's blood tank empty.
Hill couldn't help but think of seeing something like this before: "My son is about to be born, buy Lego for my son! Buy a PSP for my son! Buy a weapon model for my son! ... Let's play with it by myself. Cough."
Thinking about these messy things in his mind, Hill knocked on the door of the room, adjusted his expression, and walked in after getting "please come in".
Although Alice is still young, Hill believes that some things can already be cultivated.
Alice was sitting on the stone bed. She took a hot bath and ate some bread and fell asleep after coming to the Demon Realm. She was woken up by Hill's knock on the door just now. In fact, she hadn't woken up yet, but she got up immediately up. She is a smart child.
"Get up and pack up now. Elder Skeleton will come over to have dinner with you today. You need to get up at this point every day in the future." Hill said.
"Okay," Alice said.
Hill pondered for a while, "Do you have any questions to ask? I don't have any experience in raising children. If you have any questions or wants, you can just say it. Don't be embarrassed. I won't give it to you if it's not convenient for you. Don't worry. Bar."
His overly straightforward attitude may be unbearable to children, but Alice is not an ordinary child, so she nodded meekly, "Okay, Hill." She lowered her head and thought for a while, and the first question was : "What do I need to do here?"
"What did you do?" Hill asked.
"Pick up berries, find something to eat, and play," said Alice.
"It looks like this... I thought it would be the kind of poor children who are already in charge of the house, doing housework and washing clothes." Hill said.
"There are only two sets of clothes at home, so generally there is no need to wash them." Alice said.
Hmm... He was thinking too much. I heard that in ancient times, the whole family wore clothes in rotation because they were too poor, and there is also such a real thing in modern times. Because they have no clothes, they go to work in the field early in the morning before dawn. Then sneak back home. Anyone in the family who has something to go out puts on his clothes, and the rest are naked.
"In this way, there are a lot of things you need to do here, if you want." Hill paused after saying this, and continued: "You can also choose to do nothing and be as carefree as before. Play with care, forget your hatred, in the end I need to use your identity to do something, and then you need to obediently agree."
"Playing carefree..." Alice repeated, her sapphire-like eyes were a little confused, very cute.
Playing, children like these things, Alice would be a little disappointed if she chose Hill like this, but she is definitely not allowed to call him "Hill" in the future.
Alice continued: "... I used to think I was carefree, but now I realize that my worries are blocked by my mother."
Hill had already got her answer, and he put his hand on her head in satisfaction, "Good boy."
breakfast time.
Because she doesn't worry about gaining weight, Hill eats three big meals a day—three meals a day.
People in the Middle Ages and other worlds basically had two meals a day. There was no breakfast. The main meal was eaten near noon, and the second meal was probably what we call afternoon tea time. Generally only sick people and children eat breakfast. The demons don't pay much attention to this, it doesn't matter if you want to eat from morning till night - there was once a demon king who did this. Against the background of such peers, the three meals a day set by Hill couldn't be more normal.
Alice was actually a little nervous when she followed Hill into the restaurant. Her mother was a devout believer, so she had heard many scary rumors about the demons. What will the demons eat? Is it bloody raw meat? Is it spiders and cockroaches? Is it a bug? If she has to eat, she must have the courage to come... Then Alice was startled by the skeleton waiting in the restaurant.
The skeleton rattled and said, "Good day, my king."
"Good day, Elder." Hill said, but he forgot his name.
Alice remembered that Hill said earlier that he would have breakfast with the elders of the skeleton clan.
So it really is... Then she opened her eyes wide and saw the fire elemental elves put up a variety of food.
The first thing that came on the plate was a fried egg sprinkled with condiments. The mutated chickens are much tastier than ordinary chickens. The meat is more tender and the taste is more delicious. The eggs they lay are larger than ordinary eggs, the yolks are rounder, thicker and more nutritious, and the egg whites are brighter and thicker.
At this point, the fried egg is an attractive golden color with slightly burnt edges. Put the sauce on Lin and take a bite, the rich aroma made her want to let out a sigh of satisfaction. She opened her eyes wide, why is it so delicious
Then there is the seaweed chicken roll. First put the chicken with various seasonings and beat it into minced meat, then roll up the minced chicken with seaweed, and then fry it until the surface changes color, and the chicken is ready to eat after it is slightly browned. The seaweed is crispy and delicious, the chicken breast is also soft and delicious, rich in taste, unique in taste, the refreshing taste of seaweed, the rich aroma of the sauce, the taste of the chicken itself... These flavors are mixed together and burst out in her mouth. She swallowed the food, The aftertaste still lingers on the lips.
Simply delicious!
Hunger began to growl in her belly, and Alice resisted the urge to gobble and eat with the grace her mother had taught her.
Alice was so hungry that she didn't hear what Hill and Elder Skeleton were talking about at the beginning, but she started to listen later, and found that they were probably talking about building a house.
"Hmm... Get a cemetery for the dark elves, a firefly cemetery. I want a lot of fireflies in that valley. You can figure out how to do it yourself. You need to form a complete food chain and let the encyclopedia follow you.
There is also the manor we just mentioned, the rose manor of the blood race, which is the place we set up last time. The outside is full of thorns and roses, and only the logo of their dark night race is exposed; the elves’ vineyard, first make the frame, and I will plan the specifics; the succubus’ Moonlight Manor…” Hill said and glanced at it Alice, who was listening to them curiously, said, "Also, build a manor for Alice. "
"Okay, my king, where is the location of Lord Alice's manor?" Elder Skeleton asked.
"This afternoon... Tomorrow... The morning after tomorrow, I'll take her around and confirm the location." Hill said, and then he looked at Alice, "It just so happens that you can think about what kind of manor you want in these two days."
Alice replied subconsciously: "Okay..."
What happened before her eyes seemed like a dream to her.
She had also fantasized that her noble father would come to pick her up, that she could enjoy the food that only nobles could eat, that she would have a room as beautiful as a princess, and that she would have a dedicated maid to comb her hair. Her mother had always taught her How to grow up to be a lady.
All this seems to be coming to fruition, and more.
But it was not her father who gave her these things, but the Demon King.
After breakfast, the devil gave her a snack and told her that if she was obedient, she could have a little snack every day. She looked curiously at the thing called pulp jelly. The crystal clear jelly was covered with fruit pulp. It was plump and looked very beautiful.
Is such a delicate thing meant to be eaten... She dug a spoon into her mouth, took a bite, the taste of Q bombs, the juice splashed out from inside, sweet and sour, smooth and delicious, the charming fruity aroma bursting from the tip of the tongue and The aroma of milk was mixed together, and it lingered on her cheeks when she ate it, which made her eyes widen again.
It's really delicious...!
02.
Hill originally planned to find a paladin to teach Alice, but Alice had a deep shadow on the paladin, so Hill replaced it with a ghost. Every morning, Alice needs to have breakfast with Hill. Hill is used to handling some affairs during breakfast. Alice can ask questions. This is also a learning process. Then it's time to learn written knowledge. In the evening, when Hill writes or makes up games, Alice sits aside and reviews her homework seriously. It always feels like life has become a lot warmer.
Under the vigorous rectification of the old Jackson, the dawn bird charity organization has a new look.
Hill reviewed the promotional video made by Jefferson Jackson, the son of Jackson Sr., and reorganized it. Then he made an outline in his mind and went to Magnolia City.
At present, the Mid-Autumn Festival has entered the Magnolia Continent, and the Sea God Festival in the Plague Islands is coming soon. Recently, Jacob has been very busy, and Monroe himself is also presiding over the overall situation there.
Although Hill has made too many arrangements for the Plague Islands, he attaches great importance to them - Monroe is often there to prove this.
It was dusk when Hill entered the duke's mansion. He had a pure black cloak with dark gold patterns, a shiny chain mail, a monster belt, and black lizard leather boots. The glorious sunset shone on him. Make him look like a returning hero.
Old Jackson was waiting for him at the door. "You are welcome, my friend."
"Thank you for your welcome, old Jackson." Hill said, "It's so rare that you are waiting for me at the door, I'm going to be flattered, after all, it's so rare."
"I've already picked you up at the door, so can't you keep your word?" Old Jackson said.
Hill took off the glove and handed it to the servant next to him. The servant was used to bickering between the master and the lord, God knows he almost died of fright when he heard it for the first time.
"Virtue can't be kept by words." Hill said, "so I don't just talk about accumulating virtue."
"Come here, come here with your crooked reasoning," said old Jackson.
"And I'm not very virtuous," Hill continued.
"You've gone from nonsensical to nonsense lately," remarked Jackson Sr.
The two walked into the mansion while talking, the setting sun faded from them, and the shadows covered their luxurious clothes.
The corner of the cloak skimmed the setting sun, and finally followed its owner into the darkness.
"Is there any difference between the two?" Hill asked.
"There is a 'reason' to talk about fallacies, and it can be regarded as whitewashing the peace, but there is no 'reason' for nonsense." Old Jackson said.
"That's a good statement." Hill nodded, and then said: "But in most cases, what you say is useless. You are strong, and others only see your strength. No matter what you say, others will be imaginative. , you are weak, others don't care what you say."
"So it's great to be able to communicate on an equal footing at this time." Old Jackson smiled. "Am I right? My friend."
"That's right..." Hill also smiled, and the two of them cherished each other for a while, but after a few seconds, Hill continued: "But you sometimes despise me, don't pretend I don't know."
"I'm sorry, but I thought it was just human, because you sometimes... well... really, you know," said old Jackson.
Both of them laughed at the same time, and the atmosphere was just right.
It's nice to have such a good friend to talk to. thought Hill.
In the past, he and the old Jackson basically had intersecting interests, but it became like this unconsciously. I don't know if it will be like this with more people in the future. Hill came here to discuss the 'Bird of Dawn' charity organization with old Jackson. After the two sat down, Hill immediately got down to business:
"The image ambassador, Arman (Gormon), the dragon, and Winona, the succubus of supergirl."
"Actually, personally, I don't really like having these beautiful people as your image ambassadors. It's not serious enough," said Jackson Sr.
It was dusk outside.
The sun was already sinking to the west, dusk enveloped Magnolia City, and the setting sun gradually disappeared into the mountains in the distance, everything was shrouded in apricot light. There is a soft halo at sunset.
"You and I both know that there are some things we can do arbitrarily, but some things are best followed by some basic laws."
Hill's eyes drifted to the dusk, and the dusk was fluttering in the evening wind, and his gaze became a little more scattered and wanton.
"We engage in charity and ask the public to donate, but many people are indifferent to those who are poor, and some are out of fame and political considerations... But donations are donations, which is a good thing. We cannot guarantee that everything will happen They all have positive motives, but what we—our superiors, what we need to do is to guide the results to be positive.”
"Actually, I've thought so more than once. Sometimes your thoughts about superiors seem to be... how to say..." Old Jackson frowned slightly and pondered.
"The public servant of the people." Hill replied with a joke.
Old Jackson froze for a moment, "Ah, I really do feel that way."
Hill suddenly started laughing hahaha.
Old Jackson looked at him seriously, waiting for the next sentence.
Hill continued to laugh.
Old Jackson went from looking at him seriously to squinting at him.
It took quite a while for Hill to stop under the increasingly contemptuous gaze of old Jackson, "Maybe I'm hot and professional, pooh... But whatever it means, my way of doing things doesn't matter. Something wrong?"
"A very good way, if everyone could be like you, the world would be much clearer." Jackson Sr. said.
"Oh, this is too good, and the Magnolia Continent will be flooded with pornography... Oh, and there is also a decline in the birth rate leading to natural extinction." Hill said.
"Well, I have a deep understanding of the former, and the latter, are you exposing yourself?" Old Jackson asked.
"I don't think mine is too short," Hill continued.
This is really to use practice to tell the old Jackson the truth that "Magnolia Continent will be flooded by pornographic jokes".
Freeze for a few seconds. Hill reacted: "Oh, oh, it's not that I have a problem with my fertility, it's a problem with my sexuality."
"Well... I don't know if I should be surprised..." Old Jackson said.
"There's nothing surprising about that," Hill said.
"That's true." Old Jackson also agreed.
Hill smiled. This chat is comfortable and smooth.
There was a last gleam of the setting sun, and it was getting dark. The servants came in and lit the lamps, and it was almost time for supper.
"Besides," Old Jackson said casually as if remembering something, "The Bolai family is still restless, regarding the Bird of Dawn."
"oh?"
"I asked His Majesty, and His Majesty let me see what you mean." Old Jackson said.
"That's it."
Hill stood up, the candlelight shone on his face, and his expression at this time was a kind of casual indifference.
"Looks like the Brays are playing a joke they can't afford."
He continued to say flatly:
"I like to make fun of people, but I don't like being made fun of.
Alright... It should be dinner time, let's go. I can't wait to enjoy a feast. "
The night insect flew into the lamp, and was burned up with a chirping sound.
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