The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Footsteps reverberate with a feline lightness.

The light passes through the stained glass on both sides and falls into the wide promenade, and the shadows are in the shape of thousands of colorful feathers, like angels spreading their wings, shedding the colorful light of virtue.

—The brave man is walking alone in the corridor.

Another hurried footsteps caught up, and when they were about to approach, they hesitated to stop. The echo of the splash has not disappeared yet, seeing the brave man's footsteps, those who were chasing later had to speak.

"...Rhein!"

The boy holding the stick finally called out the brave man, but the other party stopped, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Is it persuading Rhine to change his mind and return to the arms of the Holy Court? Rhine couldn't agree, and he didn't want to be a bad guy. While hesitating, it was the brave man named "Rhine" who spoke first.

And even if he opened his mouth, the brave did not look back.

"Be careful these days, Anthony." Rhine's tone was flat, "It's going to be a mess."

He wears black and has black hair, as solemn as a dead plant. Although he still maintains the appearance of a human youth, Anthony knows that both Rhine and him have been ruthlessly polished by hundreds of years.

"Do you mean... the recent frequent demonic incidents?" Anthony thought for a while nervously, and said the latest situation that most likely corresponds to Rhine's words. Unexpectedly, this speculation was directly rejected.

"Devil?" Rhine smiled coldly, "Is it really a devil?"

Someone once told him that the passage between the Three Realms was about to be closed. From now on, whether angels or demons, if they were not smuggling, they would never set foot in the world. Sure enough, from that year, for three hundred years, the angels no longer came to the Holy Court, whether it was a perfunctory routine or a condescending rebuke... Overnight, there was nothing.

The hero who was still young at the time received the last teaching from an angel.

How the six wings were mottled with blood but did not hide their holiness, how the pupils of the sunset were as brilliant as the sea of ​​light... Except for the face of the angel who was forgotten in accordance with the oath with the supreme heaven, other Everything is clear and clear, as if it happened yesterday.

Seeing his sudden silence, Anthony thought he was shaking, so he hurriedly brought up a major event in the Holy Court recently.

"Rhine, if you want to come back, now is the best time." He said, without concealing his piety and joy, "The angel of the supreme sky has come again! He has ice blue The pupils of the scorpion, the long hair of pale gold, claiming to be Salia, will borrow the power of the Holy Court, and will once again guide us in the name of the angel..."

“…”

“…Rhine?”

I thought maybe these narrations could get my friend to change his mind, but Anthony was disappointed, he only heard his friend sigh softly.

"Angel Guidance..."

"Yes!"

Unexpectedly, Rhine turned back suddenly and said in a tone that was almost indignant.

"There are no angels, Anthony."

For these disrespectful remarks, Anthony slowly opened his eyes.

"What?"

"There is no angel in the Most High Heaven except that one!"

Rhein said in a cold voice.

"For three hundred years, I have been thinking about a question. Humans will crowd out aliens, can't angels? Since angels are crowded out in the supreme sky, what is it that fills the heavens? Existence? I'm panicked by this conclusion, I'm scared by this conclusion, and now the news you bring just makes me more firm in my original judgment of leaving."

The hero showed a sparse expression.

"Anthony, in the eyes of the Supreme Heaven, humans are just ants."

"Only in that angel's sunset-like pupils are human beings truly human."

After saying this, he stopped talking, and there was no point in talking. The brave man continued his firm footsteps and walked out of the Caiyu corridor that belonged to the Holy Court. Behind him, the young man let the hand holding the staff hang down. From under the hat of his gray cloak, a small curly-tailed chameleon suddenly emerged, and lightly touched his face with its webbed claws.

"I'm fine."

Although he said nothing, the boy's voice sounded like he was about to cry, he lifted the sleeve of his cloak and wiped his eyes.

"I'm fine, Parker."

***

How can I stop working?

Now Ans Air can draw a conclusion—

The work unit just blows up!

He was absent from work for a whole day comfortably and without consequence. As it was approaching the evening, he rushed to the vicinity of the convenience store according to the agreed time. The sunset in the evening has not yet covered the sky, and the convenience store is brightly lit, but it is not open for normal business, but is undergoing emergency repairs.

A well-paid 2nd star generously paid the bill for the repairs, including all the ice cream that melted in the freezer, so neither Anseille nor Joey were deducted. Even though he didn't come to work, Ansier still had business to do.

[Now, you have come into contact with the reality of the world, and even killed a demon with your own hands. 】

In the ruins of the convenience store last night, the young man full of oriental awe-inspiring air said to him.

【You have the right to choose - whether to sign a silent oath and never talk about the real world again; 】

【You can choose between these two paths. 】

Of course Ansair chose the latter without hesitation. If the truth of understanding and joining the world is hanging on the blade, then he must be the one who tap dances on the blade.

Anseyer mentally imitated that accordion gesture.

No one - knows better - the truth of the world - than the devil -

Whether it was a joke or something else, Ans El found himself completely like a human, and only occasionally thought of the devil.

Ansier met Joey at the agreed place. Unlike Ansier, who was still calm, Joey seemed extremely excited.

"Really! I didn't expect it at all!" Joey said cheerfully, "One day I will be able to continue to work with you on another level! You don't know, yesterday I joined the convenience When the shop looked for you, I cried a lot, but in the end, you just sat there like an emperor, and the upper-level demons died under your feet..."

Anseyer hurriedly changed the subject, fearing that he would bring up the baguette sword again.

"Has Yunjian not come yet?"

Last night, Yun Jian said that he would be Ansel's introducer, and he would naturally be responsible for bringing Ansel to the Witcher Club for the first time. And agree on a good time and place to meet on time. Joey was also worried about Ansier, so he wanted to go with him. Although he was a sixth-class star, he was well-liked in the club, and he could also take Ansier to go through the formalities along the way.

"Oh, Mr. Yun." Joey remembered, "Mr. Yun has a temporary mission. He said he will wait for us at the teleportation point for a while, and I will take you there first."

Although the Witcher Club is a club in name, its physical volume is very large. There are branches in almost every city, responsible for sending and receiving tasks, contacting club members, and conducting commodity trade. There is a huge branch in the city where Ansair is located, and it is no wonder that a sixth-class star with special talents such as Joey and a powerful second-class star such as Yunjing will appear here.

"By the way, Ans, look, this is the badge that every witcher will have, called [Interstellar Maimang]."

On the way to the teleportation point, Joey gave Anse Elkop something about the Witcher Club. The Witcher Club has been established for hundreds of years. It was originally founded by a powerful magician, Pachas, who proposed to divide the ranks by stars.

First-magnitude stars are the brightest, so they are given to the strongest; sixth-magnitude stars are the darkest, so they are given to the weaker... The stars in the middle correspond to their abilities in turn, and gradually developed and evolved into the present Witcher Club .

Anseyer looked at the golden badge in Joey's hand, the star had six horns, a bunch of wheat ears were next to it, and the humble wheat awn was facing the star. He recalled Yun Jian's second-class star badge again. The star was almost like a narrow and upright rhombus, and it looked like an upright shuttle.

"The club currently does not have a first-class star, so Mr. Yun, who is a second-class star, is already very strong. He is willing to be your referrer, and no one will dare to bully you in the future." Joey sighed He said angrily, "It's a pity for you, Ansi. If you were in the club from the beginning and killed a high-ranking demon, it would be enough for you to be promoted to a third-class star!"

Ansel: "…"

No, he doesn't really want to climb to a high position, he has already reached the top in the devil world.

"It's all said, killing the superior demon was just an accident."

Anseyer didn't want to make himself stand out, too prominent and easy to be exposed, he didn't want to be in a bad position like the demon world, a demon king is enough.

"That's just...that demon was seriously injured, and was crushed by a shelf in the middle, and hit by a strong light, and hit a wall. When we confronted each other in the warehouse, it was not very good. It's gone." Ansair had already said the same thing to Yun Jian, "I just picked up a bargain."

"That's amazing! How dare you hit it with a baguette!"

Joey has gradually shown signs of blindly trusting Ans El, Ans El was terrified, as if he saw the pathological process of the group of demon subordinates.

"I, I'm not..."

"You are! You are!"

The two of them talked and came to the agreed street. There is a distance from the convenience store here. In the middle of the high-rise buildings, it maintains the old style of bricks. Ans Air even saw several down-to-earth trash cans, and Yun Jian was waiting for them not far away.

It seemed that she had just finished working overtime and was a little tired. Yun Jian was leaning against the wall behind, and when she saw them coming, she slowly straightened up. His handsome face was as expressionless as ever, but he could barely see some happiness.

"My performance is broken, for newcomers."

Yun Jian said.

"Very much to celebrate. I've never met a new person before."

The tasks that Yunjian participates in are often very dangerous, and usually they can only watch some qualified newcomers stubble like wheat. Those who survive and kill can really be called extraordinary talents.

Ansel: "…"

He thinks it is unlucky for Yun Jian to speak.

In the ancient street, the three faced the wall, Yunjian took a step forward, and the second-class star badge flashed on his chest.

The wall does not move.

The feet of the three are empty!

Anseyer, who had already discovered the true location of the teleportation circle in advance, was expressionless. His Ha × Potter's dream can be said to be completely shattered. It is impossible to rush to the wall and crash into a new world. Yes, it can only leak down like dumplings.

When the foot finally felt the touch of the ground, Ansair slowly opened his eyes.

—He stood in front of a lively tavern with Yun Jian and Joey.

***

The people in the secret meeting found that the devil today seems to be in a particularly good mood. After reading a few pages of the witcher club's information, the adults seem to have developed a strong interest in this organization, and even asked the witcher club's uniforms to look good.

"Big, probably like this." Fran nervously handed over the picture, and the demon looked at it carefully and suddenly smiled.

The style is tasteful.

Ansier will look good on her.

Go up the brave, draw out the holy sword and confront him.

Then he took this brave man…

Theros was immersed in the role-playing play in his head, unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, Westham hurried in, his face pale.

"Your Excellency! The Holy Court... It is said that the Holy Court is there..."

"An angel has come!"

The vertical pupil of the demon king Mo Lan narrowed slightly, and then, a ray of cold and sharp light swept across his eyes.

Angel?

The angel is posting nothing to him, and the magic mirror sends messages every day to exchange daily life, the so-called angel who came to the Holy Court...

What is it?

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Theros: Excuse me, disturbing the role-playing in my head!

…That’s the point.