Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

When the first group of tourists in the Demon World Tour Group enjoyed a nearly perfect travel, there was a kind of thought that quietly spread in the human world.

In the lively tavern, in the drunkenness, and in the gloomy alleys, some whispers quietly appeared, quietly affecting people's hearts.

"Devil Tour Group..."

"Spend so much money to the Demon Realm..."

"In fact, there are many beautiful places in the human world. I ran to the demon world before even visiting the human world. I really don't understand them."

"The Makai should be pretty. It has been shown in the movie, but after all, it is only a movie. Since I have seen it in the movie, it doesn't make much sense to watch it in person."

"The Mozu may be really short of money, and they use this method to collect money."

"I think the Makai is very beautiful, but it's not worth spending so much money to go there."

"I think the Makai is the most beautiful, which is close to the movie."

Some persuasive temptations, some seemingly sensible words, some thoughts that have been quietly changed.

Ten days had passed when Hill noticed this thought, and he was a little surprised at how this thought came about.

Hill was in Magnolia City at this time. The Magnolia Empire was a victorious nation against the Dijon War. This swelled Emperor Magnolia too much. Of course, he also knew where the victory came from, so he had to change his heart's swelling into something else. The swelling of the place went to vent. Hill came to Magnolia City this time mainly to deal with some remaining political issues. Although most of them were handed over to Monroe, he really couldn't get out completely.

The Cecil family, the Jackson family, and the Borai family are the three major families of the Magnolia Empire. The Borai family has been immersed in the loss of Prince Borai. The Jackson family is arrogant, but the Cecil family, who holds the military power, is not. It will be at a disadvantage because of this, after all, it is military power.

General Cecil knew about the current situation of the Magnolia Empire, but he was not good at political intrigue at all about his Majesty becoming a puppet.

In fact, the Bright Church sent people to come and contact him, saying that as long as he cooperates with the church, the church can restore the majesty of Magnolia. As a result, General Cecil directly drove away the church members. Although he was a bit stupid, he was not stupid. The majesty that the church can give is all false majesty. Although Emperor Magnolia has no dignity anymore, the Magnolia Empire has dignity, which is why he has not smashed his skin. If he goes to the church, Emperor Magnolia and the Magnolia Empire will lose their dignity at the same time, he knows this.

Theodore tried to get in touch with General Cecil but couldn't start. He was growing desperately, but his span was too big, so he couldn't do it. In this case, he found the help of old Jackson. With the help of old Jackson, they smoothly approached General Cecil. They moved with affection, understood reason, and persuaded him, and finally it was completed. One conquered. General MacPherson Cecil is a typical martial artist, he is good at obedient.

After Hill came back from this trip, he put an end to the matter. As Theodore does more things, his own aura is really getting more and more full, compared with the time he will become a qualified politician, Hill thought. After that, Hill went to review the "Birds of Dawn" charity organization. Jefferson Jackson built the headquarters of the "Birds of Dawn" in Magnolia City. He planned to include the Dijon tribe in the charity scope of the "Birds of Dawn" soon. At the moment, there are some important documents that need to be reviewed by Hill.

Hill opened the file and read two pages and it was big. He went to Jackson's house to capture an old Jackson and settle the matter with him.

Old Jackson is naturally very good at this kind of political affairs. His efficiency has risen exponentially with him, but after all, Old Jackson cannot serve the king for a long time (?), so he wants to slip shortly after nightfall. go. As a result, Joan Baker entered the ‘Bird of Dawn’ headquarters and found Hill to report on the rumors.

Hill frowned slightly.

"This kind of statement is very harmful," said Joan Baker. "Even if this trip to the Devil World is the same as it has been shown, our reputation will decline. Assuming that the trip is not as good as what we have shown, The results can also be imagined."

Joan Baker is right. At present, the Demon Realm, the Demon Race, and Greenward are being praised too high, especially when the public mood is generally fluctuating after the war, it is not tolerant of the slightest haze.

Hill heard his implication: "Do you mean someone behind it is manipulating this kind of speech?"

"Perhaps its birth was accidental, but it is definitely not accidental to spread to such a point." Joan Baker said simply and neatly, "This is my judgment. The next investigation is beyond my ability, so I will report it. is you."

"Thank you." Hill nodded, he chose to believe in Joan Baker's judgment, and then old Jackson saw Hill looked at him...

"I'm very tired." Old Jackson said, "I have read the documents for two hours, and I have dealt with the rest of the "bird of dawn". I only slept for a short nap. You can find Otto or Jefferson will investigate this matter."

"Have you finished? Dear old Jackson." Hill asked.

"That's it." Old Jackson said.

"Okay, now that you are finished, stand up and go with me." Hill said. .

Old Jackson couldn't help rolling his eyes, the corners of his mouth drooped for a second, then he clenched his fists and released them. Finally, all the expressions on his face turned into a helpless smile, and he stood up and walked with Hill.

Joan Baker, who had witnessed all this, couldn't help but think, ah, he really is a domineering demon.

02.

The right way has the right way of investigation, and the evil way has the evil way of investigation. After conducting a less decent investigation, Hill eventually dragged out the dark lines of several bright churches buried in Magnolia City.

The dim candlelight reflected the figure of the Demon King, and his red eyes were misty.

"Old Jackson, did you say that the church expected the dark line to be pulled out when it made this move?"

"Of course I expected it." Old Jackson said.

"Then what do you think of the church's trick?" Hill continued to ask.

"Ordinary." Old Jackson replied: "They can't guarantee that the real devil world is not as good as in the movie, but if they succeed, they will gain a lot from it. If they fail, they will only sacrifice some dark chess, which is also a qualified method for the upper class. , But not good enough."

"No..." Hill approached the candlelight and stretched out his finger to fiddle with the flame directly. The flames burned his fingers, and quickly singled blisters on his anthropomorphic skin: "If it were in the past, this trick is almost incomprehensible."

Old Jackson was taken aback: "From before...when was it?"

"Once upon a time when humans and demons were at war." The flame was flickered by Hill, and it was reflected on his face, his expression looked even more unpredictable.

Old Jackson was surprised by the meaning of Hill’s words: "You mean..."

"Actually, I've always been lying." Hill stretched out his palm and put it in front of the candlestick. He spread his five fingers, so the shadow of the five fingers covered the entire room. "The Demon World was once desolate. You can refer to the Dijon Tribe's architecture. The building is tattered and shaky, but there are beautiful views, but the church is right, and the human world also has those beautiful views. Then, since the defeat of the war, I have planned to weave a beautiful lie against mankind."

"You..." Old Jackson was shocked, "Are you..."

"Then I'm trying to make the things in the lie a reality, and practice while lying. That's probably it." Hill gathered his five fingers and extinguished the flame with the palm of his hand. The room was instantly immersed in a cold darkness, only his The red eyes faintly exudes a demon's light: "Why do you show such a shocked expression? Old Jackson."

The darkness at this time became cold and sticky.

Old Jackson didn't tremble anymore. He was silent for a while, and said calmly: "It's just shocked by your genius."

Hill smiled faintly: "It's really old Jackson." After saying that, he didn't pay attention to old Jackson again. Instead, he turned to the hidden lines of the bright church that were **** over there: "I think you should know that the enemy is suddenly Tell your secrets in front of you, what does that mean."

After he finished speaking, he walked outside, and the darkness stretched out his tentacles to wrap their bodies. With a slight chuckle, the smell inside the room suddenly became thicker and more unbearable.

Old Jackson stood there for a while. So far, all the general ideas and strategies of Hill after the war are in front of him. Old Jackson felt that he knew too much.

The church will make such moves because it knows the ‘truth’ of the Demon Realm. If it really follows the Demon Realm two years ago, Greenward really made a mistake this time. Really can't be careless, old Jackson couldn't help but sweat a little.

Old Jackson found Hill in the back garden after leaving the room. Hill was standing in the garden at the end of winter looking at the full moon in Magnolia City.

"Actually, you'd better not disturb a demon king at this time." Hill said with his back to him.

"I understand, but I can't help but want to come over and talk to you." Old Jackson asked.

"Aren't you afraid?" Hill seemed to be a little interested. "You were trembling from me in the room before."

A lie that deceived all human beings, easily played with ideals and beliefs, and then casually said the invincible words with a nonchalant attitude.

At that time, the candle was extinguished in his palm, and only his blood-colored pupils were guiding the direction in the darkness.

Scared. How can you not be afraid.

"My reason is urging me to escape, but my remaining sensual thinking tells me that I can treat you as a friend." Old Jackson continued.

"According to the general situation, your thinking mode is reversed." Hill said.

"So that's normal. Obviously not with you." Old Jackson said.

Hill seemed to be unable to help but raise the corner of his lower lip, but the arc quickly subsided: "Are you here to ask me what I think about this matter?"

Old Jackson nodded.

"Honestly think about that many humans have come close to the truth that I conceal. This should make me shudder theoretically. They just talked about it, every minute and every second, every narration will make my influence a little bit less. , Every time it will drop a little bit, theoretically I should be very anxious about this. Even though I have been engaged in construction in the demon world for two years, there is still a gap between this and the real dream in theory... a lot of'theoretical', The first one'theoretically' was that the devil should theoretically be a crazy, belligerent guy full of all kinds of desires." Moonlight fell on Hill, his tone lightened up: "But the first one'theoretically' failed. Now, I am the devil, I am more than that, so the following'theoretical' will also be invalid. That's it."

Old Jackson asked tentatively: "You seem to be very confident of the Devil Tour Group?"

"The first group of tourists will return to the human world in five days. Let them tell the world how true my lies are."

After Hill finished speaking, he lifted the blood cloak and turned to leave.

"Don't worry about this. Even if the Pope has the power to reach the sky, I have been preparing for it for so long.

...Can't help but mess with him. "

The last whisper melted into the night, dyed a bit of coldness.

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