The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Chapter 144 [Thanks for irrigation]

Sylvia adjusted her itinerary, she took some time for herself, and set off for the Demon Realm.

Only then did she know that the Demon Realm had set up doors in the Human Realm, and it was easy to pass through. This powerful magic and alchemy method moved Sylvia.

Edward was hanged by the life essence given by Ansair. Of course, this is the part that Sylvia has to pay.But this didn't affect Sylvia's gratitude. She kept in mind the Demon King's earnest guidance and protection to her and to the human world.

What?Was this supposed to be the work of angels?

The silver-haired girl gave a smirk in her heart.

Now she seriously suspects that the radar-like circle on the angel's head and the two feather duster-like wings stuck in the back are just decorations.

Well, maybe without a doubt.

The duties that the angels failed to fulfill were fulfilled by the devil.When Sylvia walked through the door, she thought according to the conventional thinking of human beings, making sure that even if she saw some hellish cauldron and red magma gushing everywhere, she would never show a rude expression.

Thinking of the picture of hell in her heart, she didn't expect to be greeted by bright sunshine and the fragrance of flowers. The reliefs on the wall detailed the deeds of the demon king in light and shadow. Ansair was waiting for her here.

And handed her a horn headband.

Sylvia: "..."

She suddenly raised her head to look at the top of Ansair's head, then looked away disappointed.

Ansair's horns looked real.

Ansair met her gaze very calmly, true and false, false and false, when he took out the horn headband himself, no one could suspect that he was wearing the horn headband!

"Take this little disguise, here's a mirror, you can put it on and see."

The shape of this headband is the horn of the Shadow Demon. Ansair temporarily asked Morag to help him make it. It does not need the complicated craftsmanship like the horned headband on Ansair's head, and it only has a decorative effect.Sylvia put on the horns and turned her head left and right in front of the mirror, completely looking like a demon.

Seeing that she had put on her horns, Ansair spoke again.

"With your swordsmanship and magic abilities, it is enough to blend in with ordinary demons. You can get familiar with this place first, and then work hard to get... Resurrection Iris."

This term moved Sylvia, but obviously, her current strength was not enough to retrieve such things.

There was a deliberate sound of light footsteps, and the supervisor in a tuxedo bowed before the Demon King.He raised his gray pupils with an elegant and gentle smile.

"Your Majesty, have you summoned me?"

"It's just in time, Vasago." Ansair nodded, and then introduced, "This is one of the current principals in the human world, Sylvia. I allow her to stay in the living room of the Demon King's Palace, as well as a certain amount of time in the city. You can move freely within the scope, so as to deeply experience the style and appearance of the demon world under my rule."

He turned to Sylvia again.

"This is my loyal supervisor and follower of Immortality, Vasago. Since there are some secrets in the city, you can visit some places with him. If you need to go out on weekdays, you also need to be accompanied."

Sylvia expressed her understanding.

After the simple explanation, His Majesty the Demon King flew up his dark cloak and disappeared in front of Sylvia in a hurry.

He's going to catch the teacher!

Regarding the resurrection of Iris, Ansair also called Amon in advance.

The reason why I called Amon is because there are currently several known areas where the resurrection iris blooms, and one of them is next to Amon's hermitage.

The resurrection iris is also one of the special products of the Eastern Region, which symbolizes the power of resurrection, so there are often a large number of monsters around it.The bold alchemist of Yigaoren is not afraid of these things. He will build his seclusion next to the growth place of the resurrection iris, which can not only protect himself with a large number of monsters in the periphery, but also facilitate research... He will grab two pieces of resurrection if he has nothing to do. Iris leaves.

Resurrection Iris: Gan!

"Of course there is no problem. Although it can be called precious, this kind of flower is not a common material for my research, and even if it is picked, it will grow again after a few decades."

The alchemist naturally agreed. Even if His Majesty and close pen pal asks him for the moon, he can create an artificial moon to illuminate the city of Suberbian forever. This is the great alchemist's confidence!

"and……"

The alchemist began to hint wildly.

"I won't go back to that place for a long time, it doesn't matter if I pick it or not."

It.

It!

Take note, Your Majesty!He has given up his old house, so should he be given a staff dormitory?He can naturally join His Majesty's command!

Offer!post!duty!Either way, give it to him!

However, the devil's brain circuit is more tortuous than the most complicated alchemical formula.Ansair always cherishes and is cautious when facing his pen pal Amon. He feels that from the current development, he can push forward the progress of recruitment by a millimeter.

Hold on, hold on, such a powerful alchemist, can't act too hastily.

He then suggested enthusiastically.

"Can't you live in the old house? It's easy! Which area do you like? I'll send someone to build a new house for you! How about a small two-story building?"

Amon: "..."

This sad mood is like frosted winter jujube!

Ansair's winter jujube is a metaphor for Amon's learning to be useless√

Seeing that it is impossible to advance the progress of job hunting today, Amon still wants to chat with his pen pal for a while, but Azhai can't chat, so he tried his best and only choked out one sentence.

"You are willing to use the resurrection iris. It seems that His Majesty really wants to save that human being. You are really kind."

"If I was going to die, would His Majesty want to save me so earnestly?"

Ansair: "..."

Silence spread.

Obviously, the great alchemist's ability to choose topics is completely out of proportion to his ability to choose topics.

Listening to the silence on the other end, the great alchemist suddenly panicked.He really doesn't know how to chat, if it falls on paper and puts it into the tip of a pen, there is still room for thinking and deliberation, but when talking face to face, he doesn't know when he will chat to death with a stick.

Ansair sighed, not because of Amon's topic, but because of his own approach to this matter.

"I can't bear the name of benevolence." He sighed. "To save Edward, we can actually use a faster method, that is, I get the resurrection iris, give it to Sylvia, and then treat it."

"However, I ignored the girl's pain, thought and weighed it as a demon king, and finally even used Edward's life as a bargaining chip to force the person in charge of the human world I wanted to see to grow up quickly. The pain and suffering that resulted from this were all related to I am concerned, therefore, cannot be called benevolent."

For Ansair, "benevolence" is an extremely high concept. He is always praised so in the devil world, but he always thinks that he has not done enough.He also failed to find an interpretation of this word from the heavens, because the heavens seem to pay less attention to this word.

"But Amon, if it were you." Ansair said with a firm tone, "I will come to the rescue as soon as possible, without any delay, hesitation, and absolutely no embarrassment or hesitation."

When the alchemist in the human world heard this, the feathers on the crow's head suddenly fluffed out, and the entire crow's head became extremely round due to the fluffy feathers.Then with a "bang", the head of the crow failed to hold on, and changed back to the alchemist's original black-haired appearance.

The great demon with the appearance of a young man raised his hands to cover his face, and also covered the crow totem composed of alchemy spells on his right face.

Woohoo, Your Majesty is so good at it, he can tell people that he is more than friends with His Majesty...

Not full staff.

Amon: "..."

Why is this!

***

Sylvia, who was visiting the city, was simply dizzying now.

The image of the devil stirring the pot with a big fork all day long did not appear. She found that the devil was also busy working, almost no different from the human world.

Sylvia saw a group of demons unloading the truck, and a few sturdy Balrogs shouted commands at the ground dragon, saying "Down", and then bumped into it with a "boom".Di Xinglong's big eyes were full of tears, he felt wronged, and all the demons were not angry, they laughed around the dragon cart.

In the streets, there are flying devils selling newspapers, and devil children laughing and running around holding flowers; on the small terrace on the second floor, bearded devils are leisurely listening to the radio and drinking tea; In a corner of the city, magic is busy building the city wall... Blooming flowers are everywhere in the city, and the flowers are dotted with the lives of the residents of the demon world.

Sylvia was greatly touched, and she couldn't help asking Vasago, the supervisor who guided her on the tour.

"Excuse me, are all demon worlds like this?"

So warm, so bright, so peaceful.

Vasago shook his head with a smile.

"Not so, miss. Only Subbian, only Subbian."

He asked Sylvia to climb up the city wall, under the clear sky, the visibility was extremely high.The supervisor took out a pair of alchemy binoculars and signaled Sylvia to look in a certain direction.

"Please look over there... Oh no, it's not here. From your current angle, you will see the Western Region of the Demon Realm. It is also a prosperous place, but the climate is very cold. You need to move, yes, it is this direction, you see Reached?"

"This direction is the Southern Territory, please look at the Southern Territory."

Vasago smiled kindly and spoke politely.

"Look at the wretched place ruled by garbage."

Sylvia: "..."

Levy: "???"

Tell a joke.

"polite".

***

"Politeness! Is this how you treat your teacher?!"

Unfortunately, the master Wang, who was lazy and lazy, was finally caught by the devil, so he just sat down on the spot. If it wasn't for Ansair who was pulling his collar, he could just lie down and act shamelessly.

"Teacher, this is related to my human world strategy." Ansair tried to persuade him.

Baimon still didn't do it, he lay down and brushed for a while, and suddenly made a gesture to Ansair for a time-out.Ansair then stopped, and Baimon took out a small cake from his pocket, ate it quickly, and continued to lie down.

quit!Don't even do it!

He only taught Ansair one student!

"You just need to speak a few words." Ansair persuaded and coaxed, "Teacher, you are very good at teaching students, and Sylvia will definitely gain a lot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Andre, who came to report his work, showed a shocked expression.

Teacher Wang will teach students?

It is estimated that only His Majesty can understand the ghost things he taught.

Seeing that Baimon was still unwilling, Ansair naturally wouldn't force it too much. He sighed melancholy, wondering how to make Sylvia grow up quickly during the trip to the Demon World with a headache, and the prime minister beside him spoke at the right time.

"Your Majesty, it is actually unrealistic to expect a certain minister to spend a long period of time alone."

The prime minister made suggestions in a gentle voice.

"If every minister has occasional free time, he can make a few points in the field he is good at, I think it will be very beneficial to the growth of the head of the human world."

Ans Elton's eyes lit up, what a great idea!

"Andre, then entrust you to convey this request to other ministers."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Baimon was humming to speak when Ansair's magic mirror suddenly lit up.He looked at the caller displayed on the mirror, and immediately signaled Master Wang, who was not working and eating for free, and so on, and walked aside by himself.

So, Sylvia, who returned to the Demon King's Palace after her first visit, saw this scene as soon as she walked through the flowery garden——

The white-haired demon king was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a magic mirror, talking.The window sash is bathed in brilliant light, outside the window are bees and butterflies dancing, surrounded by hundreds of flowers, I can see that he sometimes speaks with a smile, and sometimes listens intently, with rich expressions and high spirits.Just by looking at it like this, one knew that the person talking to him must be someone he cared about.

Sylvia still has some experience, she tilted her head.

How should I put it, she feels that His Majesty the Demon King...

Seems to be in love?

So sweet.

It's over.

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