The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Faced with the hung up magic mirror communication, Ans Air really didn't believe in this evil, he slapped him again.

"Goose!" Fearing that he would be hung up again, he hurriedly said a string of key words, "Goose goose goose!"

Cerros: "…"

Isn’t it cheating to learn how to call goose?

That night, Ansair successfully received a group of black swan familiars. He sat in the chair and looked at these beautiful and proud birds with interest. Since they can serve as the guard of honor of the Demon King, the black swan of the Asmodeus family is naturally extremely beautiful and full of majesty. The curved neck was slender, and the crimson beak was elegant. Ans El looked at it for a while, and stretched out his hand—

Have a rub!

Ansel loves to touch these fluffy creatures!

The black swan who was ravaged by him was suddenly full of disbelief. The swan fluttered its wide black wings and struggled a few times, but how could it resist the Demon King? So Han Hate was rubbed by Ansier, and the feathers on his neck were blown into goose feather dusters.

But gradually, the mentality of the black swan has changed.

It's a little more comfortable to be rubbed...

Then the other black swans were shocked to see that the head of their honor guard, the solitary black swan leader, slowly put the bird's beak on the shoulder of the white-haired devil.

Black Swan Leader: Modo!

Like Ceros himself, his swans are also very cold and duplicitous. Ansier lay in a group of black swans and thought, the swan's wings were layered, reminding him of the beautiful scenery of the frozen abyss of the demon world that he had seen in various classics, and the swan's wings also seemed to have the breath of ice and snow. , like the breath on Ceros.

Cool, but calm.

Ansel closed his eyes and relaxed for a while, then he opened his eyes and remembered the business.

"We will cooperate tomorrow!" He put his palms together, and the swan chief tilted his head to look at him, "I have to teach you some basic things! First of all..."

He showed the swans a picture of the Great White Goose in the Human World.

"First, it becomes this."

Black Swans: "…"

Theros through the eyes of a black swan: "…"

I knew it would be like this! Ansel has never been uneasy and kind!

Anseyer grabbed the swan leader with "I want to escape" written on his face, and patiently showed it the picture again, the swan leader was grabbed by the neck and controlled, his expression It quickly became "I want to escape but can't escape".

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No! Don't become a domestic goose!

"Relax, you have to think like this." Ans Air patiently persuaded it, "I am trying not to be too dazzling, after all, black swans are still such a large group, it is too conspicuous, there are human beings may be suspicious."

"And, if you become like this, no one will think of the Asmodeus family."

A streaking in disguise is not a streaking, is it? right! That being the case, let's just look for an ordinary goose!

The black swan leader collapsed.

"Ordinary geese are not good enough, I need your cooperation." Ans Air has a very complete plan. As a new project, it should not only make people happy, but not be trapped too much. He and Luther had already negotiated that they would buy some ordinary geese as prizes. Big geese are very expensive, so only one or two quilt covers occasionally is enough.

The leader of the black swan stretched his long neck like a feather duster and looked numb.

"So, since you all agreed, let's practice!" Ans Air looked very excited, then suddenly his face changed, and he realized that he forgot to bring some plastic ring back!

What a hassle.

He opened up the magic mirror communication for Theros again.

asked.

"Cerros, I forgot to ask. Next, it involves a little trade secret of mine. Can you see me through the eyes of the goose?"

Hearing him ask this, Ceros suddenly jumped in his heart, as if he was about to discover something again. He calmed down and replied.

"Can't."

In fact, it is completely possible, and it can even go further.

So when Ansair was lying directly in the black swans just now, he could clearly see how the angel's white hair lay on the jet-black feathers, and his fingertips teased the fluff on the swan's neck And the dark red sharp beak, it is a leisurely and lazy appearance that has never been seen before. He also rode the swan familiar, took the initiative to rub and peck Ans El's hand, put the dark red bird's beak on his shoulder, or put it into his white hair.

The black swan is actually the soul incarnation of the contemporary head of the Asmodeus family. In addition to the throne of the devil, the Asmodeus family also inherits the swan's arrogance, strength, and most importantly...

Loyalty.

Intuition that Ans Air might have unusual behavior, so he lied, his tone seemed calm, but in fact he was very guilty.

That's good! Ans Air had no doubts about Ceros, hung up the communication, and showed a kind smile to the black swans.

Next, he began to dig something from that special space ring.

Cerros, who observed through the eyes of the swan, frowned slightly, and then turned pale with a rare shock.

Anse Er took out an aperture.

Anseyer took out two apertures.

Anseyer took out three…

Cerros: "…"

He stared blankly at the incomprehensible things in front of him. Ansair pulled out nearly a hundred circles, each of which exuded a faint soft light, very much like Theros from The one dug out of the sea of ​​​​flowers and now carefully carried every day.

Well, here comes the question—

How many circles did Ansair take out? How many laps does he have? ? ?

Black swans are just familiars, and they are already the best among them if they can attack. So Ans Air took out the aperture with confidence, ready to "practice" with the swans.

Soon, he found that the black swan leader seemed to be completely stunned.

"Hey!"

He picked up the aperture and shook it in front of the black swan.

Black Swan Leader: "…"

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It really looks like the owner! Ans El sighed in his heart, this slowly closing his eyes, his heart ashes, was exactly the same as Theros!

***

The well-trained goose army makes Anse Er a fortune!

This group of geese have been carefully rehearsed by Ans Air, they will not only dodge the circle, but also stretch their necks after a certain number of laps, just like a guarantee. When encountering professional hooping players who deliberately smash the field, they will also talk to each other and taunt each other ruthlessly, making these people scream and buy hoops like crazy.

Because there are too many people participating in the big goose set, Ans Air and Luther have been busy until late at night to close the stall. After collecting the stall, Ansier drove the geese and sent Luther back to the rental house in the warehouse area behind. Luther watched Ansier with all his eyes.

"Anse! You are so smart!"

Well, of course.

"And! Your geese are really well trained!"

Of course, he trained urgently for half the night.

Luther was so excited that he didn't know what to say at the end. He felt that the white-haired Ansel was very much like the legendary angel who sent wealth, descending from the sky and leading him to make a fortune!

Luther squeezed the increasing money in his pocket, if it had been so smooth and could live independently...

He can stay outside!

Anseyer has been sending Luther to the outside of the rented house. This is the periphery of the warehouse area. Luther rented a hut here, and simply made a bed and a table with wooden boards. , you can rest with a quilt. Ansier actually admires such human beings, who can live without food and clothing at home, but have the courage to go out and venture out and strive to gain a foothold in this world.

Maybe because of being an angel, Ansel couldn't help but like the brave nature of human beings.

Ansair also smiled, of course he wouldn't mind these pompous manners.

"It's nothing, anyway, after a while, you can buy another batch of furniture."

"Yes!" Luther also said excitedly, "Ans, it's so late, go back quickly, we'll see you tomorrow!"

See you tomorrow.

With a little bit of desire to become better, and sweat and work hard for it, this must be better than being surrounded by a manor with golden clothes and jade food but extremely cold...

Is it more meaningful?

Luther thought so, and looked forward to it so. He watched Ans El leave, turned and entered the room. He didn't see it, and at the moment he turned around, the swans disappeared into the shadows, and the figure of Ansi Er disappeared directly in place.

Tonight is the full moon, the full moon is grand, the devil's white hair is slowly floating in the night wind, and the end is like a nearly transparent moonlight. He stood on a high roof, as if walking on the ground, holding a branch that was folded at random in his hand, and a creature that was still trembling on the verge of death was running through the branch.

The creature was shaped like a slug, with a strange color, and its mouthparts moved slightly. It was already waiting for death like a candle. Whether it's toxins, acid, or hidden means, all these treacherous abilities are meaningless in front of the Demon King.

The monster was reflected in Ansair's sunset-colored pupils, and the familiar silhouette fell into his eyes, like a fire.

Monster.

Same as the Demon World—

Believer monsters.

At this moment, all kinds of questions are turning in the devil's heart, why are there traces of monsters in the human world? Why did the monster try to attack Luther? Why are there several surging breaths of low-level monsters around? The breath was not pure, and the Demon King sensed the arrival of humans.

—footsteps.

The footsteps are neat, but not uniform, like a well-trained mercenary. The Demon King stood on a high place, overlooking the battlefield where the fighting began below. Luther was standing there with a pale face. Those people in uniforms with golden badges on their chests seemed to be here to protect him.

The moonlight shines, and the golden badge reflects the brilliance in the melee.

In addition to the five-pointed star, there are also four-pointed stars, and finally a two-pointed star, almost beyond the shape of the star, but like a sharp shuttle.

The young man with the fusiform star badge was cutting off a slug-like monster, and he turned the silver streamer spear several times, and held it behind him with one hand.

The battle was over, and the men in uniform began to sweep the battlefield, while the youth stood in front of the pale Luther.

"You may know me, but the introduction is still unavoidable."

His voice was as cold as his face, with a slightly exotic ending.

"—The Witcher Club, second-class star, cloud cymbal."