The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"Tuk tuk~"

There was a slight knock on the door.

With a wave of your hand, the [High Beam] in mid-air disappears automatically.

"come in."

A beautiful figure opened the door with something and walked in.

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As a high-quality graduate of Styx Riverbank kindergarten.

A new-generation Devil who not only murders and sets fire, but also conducts biochemical experiments, conforms to the fine virtues of the bottomless abyss.

Olga has always understood the truth, and don't let it go!

Although occasionally thinking is still a little confused because of Devil's involuntary nature, it is still relatively rational and does not mess things up.

However, he also occasionally has some distress, for example, it is a little bit now.

Seeing Trina, the housekeeper with a somewhat cautious look in front of her, Olga tilted her head and asked a little puzzled: "Why did your attitude change so much? Is it because of my identity?"

After Trina hesitated, she said with a bit of embarrassment: "...It's just a little awkward."

"For my own character, I have never concealed it. You should know that I will not hurt you. Compared to many humans, my Devil should be a safer existence for you."

She stretched out her hand and tried to touch her cheek, but Trina quickly avoided as if she had been stabbed by a needle.

"Feel sorry……"

After avoiding, Trina lowered her head slightly, looking at Olga's hand stretched into the air.

"nothing."

Withdrawing his hand, Olga shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"I'm going out first..."

"Okay, go out."

Seeing the other person's leaving figure, Orrjuga gently lifted his upper body clothes, sharp nails cut a long slender hole along the position of his chest, revealing the heart in it, and gently stretched out his hand to hold it. The beating heart.

He took it off with a slight force, no blood was left behind, and the wound healed automatically.

Squeezing his heart that is still beating normally, Olga touched his chin with his face unchanged, and muttered to himself with some doubts: "Why, as a pure-blooded Devil, I will produce ordinary human Men and women emotions.

Is it a residual influence from the previous life?

But those memories are just a few fragments, they shouldn't be enough to affect me, is it because the soul of this life has been exposed to the memories of the previous life before the birth, so the impact is so serious? "

He felt a little puzzled about what happened to him.

As a Devil on the dual level of body and soul.

He doesn't have all the compassion, affection, friendship, and notions of good and evil that human beings have, but he has some weird reactions to things like love, and he can't figure out why.

Is it because you belong to the upgraded Devil?

Or is it that I am too young, and the human memory of the previous life preconceived it?

After thinking about it, he didn't get the answer in the end, and he put the beating heart in his hand into his mouth and ate it, completing the installation process again.

Turned his head and studied other things again.

He is very clear that human emotions may affect him to a certain extent, but he is still a Devil in the final analysis and cannot make him change too much.

‘Maybe it’s good to use this as a condiment for Life? ’

He thought of it like this.

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Looking at Safi and others with a smile on their faces when they left.

The minister in charge of planning urban construction asked Jem Watts cautiously: "His Royal Highness, are we really going to let them build a parish in the capital?"

For Jim Woz, he suddenly called him from home and asked him to plan the land for the church people to build a parish.

He really didn't understand this operation.

You must know that two hundred years ago, when there was another dispute over the kingship and theocratic power, the royal family did not hesitate to fight in order to expel the church members from the Principality of Marton.

Since then, in the past two hundred years, although occasional churches have been built in the Marton Kingdom, the godfather and nuns alone can only be regarded as a little trouble, and it will not be a big climate.

But if a brand new diocese is established in the capital, it will be different!

This is just like setting up a banner. The scattered church forces in nearby cities and even nearby principalities will automatically condense as if they have the backbone, which will definitely not be conducive to the rule and management of the royal family.

Slowly nodded, Jem whispered to the worried minister beside him: "This is a necessary matter. Although the reason for this is not easy to explain, it is definitely more beneficial for us to incorporate the church at this time. , So you don’t have to worry about anything, everything is expected."

Seeing the serious eyes of Jim Woz, the minister knew that there must be a lot of hidden secrets in it. After a change in his expression, he sighed slightly: "Understood, the minister will do his job well and not trouble your plan. ."

"Excuse me."

When the gray-haired minister left, Jem Woz also had a complex expression. As a principality established for thousands of years, the Principality of Marton naturally had various intricate hidden dangers and various corrupt relations. Everywhere, he has passed the test of time and is absolutely loyal to the backbone of the royal family, so that he can occasionally reveal some inside information.

'It has been half a year since the death of my father. After these conditions have been stabilized, I should also prepare for the enthronement... Before taking over the kingdom, who knows that this country is almost completely decayed, a branch of the royal family, a thousand-year-old aristocratic family, and business Business families all over the country...No one really wants to rest in peace...'

He knows very well that rotten meat always grows on the body, and it will become a cause of disease. Even if it is cured for a while, it will not last long. Only when it is cut off can it be completely cured. However, cutting meat to cure diseases is a technology job, and it is not easy to deal with it. It was the cause of death that caused the injury to worsen.

It made him have to treat it with caution, but if he had the opportunity, he was not lacking in cruelty and he wouldn't mind taking a little risk...

Tuk tuk...

At this moment, the maid outside the door knocked gently on the door twice.

"His Royal Highness, Lord Charles, whom you ordered before, come to visit with a token."

"Charle? Oh, let him come directly."

This so-called Shire is the new identity of the sorcerer Salt.

Jim Woz prepared it specially for him, almost without any flaws.

Even people in the church can never find anything suspicious about this identity.

It can also be regarded as a thank you for the favor before Salter.

If it hadn’t been for him to give him two places at Orrgagar, so that he could save his and Baron Duke’s lives, Orrgagar would have to drain their blood on the day of his arrival, and thwart them. Ash.

The abandoned prison, he had arranged for people to clear it the next day, worried that someone would find that the calling ceremony there would attract people from the church, but his subordinates reported that there was only one left that took up the area. In the hundred-meter-long pit, all the materials were completely burned by unknown forces, and even the ground was burned into crystals, not to mention corpses and the like.In this regard, he can only express that he is very grateful that Salter saved his life, and the relationship between the two has also improved a lot...

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Soon after, a middle-aged man who was about forty years old walked in.

Jim Woz sat on the chair, pointed to the side position, and said with a smile: "Welcome, Salter, it has been a while since we saw you."

The other party was not polite, and sat straight up: "It's true that I haven't seen you for a long time, Your Highness. But there is no way. I told you that after using that spell, you must rest for a few days, otherwise the bones and skin will be lost. Something went wrong."

When he sat down, Jim Woz took a closer look at Sartre's current appearance, and exclaimed with some curiosity: "It's such a magical spell, which can completely change the appearance of human beings. If not, My voice has not changed, I really dare not recognize you!"

Salter said with a smile: "This is my ability to press the bottom of the box. It is a spell that I used to learn from an ancient secret plan. If it is not too demanding to use, and there is no suitable identity, the church will not be able to hunt me down. ."

His appearance at this time is no longer the original shadow, not only the changes in his facial features, but also a slight increase in height.

Even if he walked to the church's court priest who was specifically responsible for hunting down rewards, no one would be able to recognize him.

Jim Woz picked up two wine glasses in front of him and filled them with wine, and after handing them to Salt, he also picked up a glass:

"Your changes are not just your appearance. I can feel that your personality and behavior have changed a lot. You are a completely different person from when you first met, and you no longer have the insidious feeling that you used to be. , As if reborn."

After receiving the wine glass and facing the other's curious gaze, Salt shook his head: "After all, people always change, don't they? Call me Shire from now on, I prefer this name!"

"Ding!"

The glass flicked, and the two smiled at each other.

"Well, Charles."

Slightly drank a little red wine and tasted the taste.

Gently shook the glass, watching the liquid flowing in it, Jem shrugged: "Thank you very much for liking this name. I made it up. But if it wasn't for the influence of that guy, I think you would still be able to do it in your life. It was the sorcerer Salt, who could never become the current'Charr'."

"Indeed, perhaps only after experiencing fear and being destroyed by the arrogance of oneself, human beings can better understand themselves.

Although I didn’t show it in front of you at the beginning, I was actually very arrogant. I looked down on most people and treated them as dispensable bugs until Olga appeared in front of me. .

I just felt a part of his power and fell into fear. Facing his gaze, I couldn’t even mention the idea of ​​resistance. The magic that I had always been proud of was even more difficult to use. I didn’t understand until then. In front of a higher level of existence, I was actually just a bug, and I pinched it to death with a slight force..."

Originally, Jim Woz, who just wanted to hear something interesting and chattering, moved his ears and felt as if he had heard some useful information. He immediately asked: "...Can you perceive the strength gap between yourself and Olga? ?"

He glanced at Jim Woz in amazement. After thinking about it, Charles said hesitantly, "I think it’s better for you to give up using force to deal with Orchard. When he just arrived, even though the summoning ceremony There are some problems, but I still inevitably have some contact with him, so I can vaguely feel his power at that time, which is not the range that humans in this era can deal with. The gap between humans and him is like beasts and ants. There is no actual comparability..."

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