"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

There was a slight knock on the door.

With a wave of his hand, the [High Beam] in mid-air will automatically dissipate.

"Come in. ”

A beautiful figure pushed open the door with something and walked in.

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As a high-quality graduate of Styx Riverside Kindergarten.

A new generation of demons who both kill people and set fires, and engage in biochemical experiments, in line with the fine virtues of the bottomless abyss.

Orga has always been well aware of the truth of not wasting steadily!

Although occasionally my mind is still a little confused due to the nature of demons, I am still relatively rational in general, and I don't mess around with things.

But he also has some troubles from time to time, such as a little bit now.

Looking at the housekeeper Trina, who looked a little restrained in front of her, Orga tilted her head and asked a little puzzled, "Why has your attitude changed so much, is it because of my identity?"

After hesitating for a moment, Trina said with a somewhat embarrassed face, "...... It's just a little awkward. ”

"I've never been a shy about my character, you should know that I won't hurt you, and my demon should be a safer existence for you than many humans. ”

He reached out to touch her cheek, but Trina dodged as quickly as if she had been pricked by a needle.

"Sorry......"

After dodging, looking at Olga's outstretched hand in the air, Trina lowered her head slightly.

"Nothing. ”

Withdrawing her hand, Olga shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"I'll go out first......"

"Okay, let's get out. ”

Looking at the other party's departing figure, Olga gently lifted the clothes on her upper body, her sharp nails cut a slender opening along her chest, revealing the heart inside, and gently reached out to hold the heart that was still beating.

With a slight force, it was removed, and no blood was left, and the wound healed on its own.

Pinching his heart, which was still beating normally, Olga touched his chin with an unchanged face, and said to himself with some doubts: "Why is it that as a pure-blooded demon, I have the feelings of men and women of ordinary humans.

Could it be the residual influence of the previous life?

But those memories are just a few fragments, and 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 it was born, so the impact is so serious?"

He was a little puzzled by what had happened to him.

As a demon on both a physical and spiritual level.

He doesn't have all the sympathy, affection, friendship, and good and evil concepts that human beings have, but he has a strange reaction to such things as love, so that he can't figure out why.

Is it because he belongs to the mutant demon?

Or is it that he is too young, and the preconceived human memory of the previous life has affected him?

After thinking about it, he didn't get an answer in the end, so he casually stuffed the beating heart in his hand into his mouth and ate it, and re-completed the installation process.

Turning his head and researching something else again.

He knew very well that human emotions might be able to influence him to some extent, but he was still a demon after all, and he couldn't make him change too much.

'Maybe it's a good idea to use this as the spice of life?'

He thought so.

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looked at Safi and the others who were smiling happily as they left.

The minister in charge of planning the construction of the city asked Jem Watts with some caution: "Your Highness, do we really want to let them build a diocese in the royal capital?"

For Jem Watts suddenly called him from his home and asked him to plan 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 between the royal power and theocracy, the royal family did not hesitate to make a big move in order to expel the people of the church from the Duchy of Marton.

Since then, in the past two hundred years, although churches have occasionally been built in the kingdom of Marton, the church fathers and nuns alone can only be regarded as a small fight, and it will not become a big climate.

But when a new diocese is established in the royal capital, it will be different!

This is like setting up a banner, and the scattered ecclesiastical forces in nearby cities and even nearby principalities will automatically condense as if they have a backbone, and it will not be conducive to the rule and management of the royal family at that time.

Nodding slowly, Jem whispered to the worried minister beside him: "This is a necessary thing, although it is difficult to explain the reason, but it is definitely more beneficial for us for the church to be involved at this time, so you don't have to worry about anything, everything is expected." ”

Looking at Jem Watts's serious eyes, the minister knew that there must be a lot of hidden secrets, and after a change in his expression, he sighed slightly: "I understand, the minister will definitely do his part and not trouble your plan." ”

"Excuse me. ”

When the gray-haired minister left, Jem Watts's face was also a little complicated, as a principality that has been established for thousands of years, the Duchy of Marton naturally has all kinds of intricate hidden dangers inside, and all kinds of rotten relationship networks are everywhere, and it is this kind of backbone that has passed the test of time and is absolutely loyal to the royal family, so he can occasionally reveal some inside information.

It has been half a year since my father's death, and after these situations have been stabilized, it is time for me to prepare for my accession to the throne...... Before taking over the kingdom, who knew that the country was about to completely decay, branches of the royal family, thousands of years of aristocratic families, and merchant families with commerce all over the world...... No one is willing to settle down......

He knows very well that rotten flesh has been growing on his body, and it will become the cause of disease, even if it is cured for a while, it will not last long after all, and it can only be completely cured by cutting it, but cutting meat to cure disease is a technical job, and a bad treatment is the cause of death that leads to the deterioration of the injury.

He had to be cautious, but if he really had the chance, he wouldn't mind taking a risk......

Tuk Tuk ......

At that moment, the maid outside the door knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Your Highness, Lord Charles, whom you ordered earlier, to come with a token. ”

"Charles, oh, let him just come over. ”

This so-called Charr is the new identity of the sorcerer Salter.

Specially prepared for him by Jem Watts, there are almost no flaws.

Even people from the church would never find anything suspicious about this identity.

It can also be regarded as a favor before thanking Salter.

Had it not been for the fact that he had given him two places with Orgar to save his life and that of Baron Duke, Orga would have drained their blood and crushed their bones on the day of his Advent.

The abandoned prison, he had specially arranged for someone to clean it up the next day, fearing that someone would find out that the summoning ceremony there had attracted people from the church, but his subordinates reported that there was only a large pit that occupied a radius of hundreds of meters, and all the material was completely burned by unknown forces, and even the land was burned to crystals, not to mention corpses and other things.

He could only say that he was glad that Salter had saved his life, and the relationship between the two was much better......

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Soon after, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in.

Jem Watts sat down in his chair, gestured to the next place, and said with a smile, "Welcome, Salter, we haven't seen each other in a while. ”

The other party was not polite, and sat up directly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Your Highness." But there's nothing you can do, as I told you, you have to rest for a few days with that spell, or your bones and skin will have problems. ”

When he sat down, Jem Watts took a closer look at Salter's current appearance, and exclaimed with some curiosity: "It's really a very magical spell, even the appearance of a human can be completely changed, if it weren't for the sound of the voice, I really wouldn't dare to recognize you!"

Salter smiled and said, "This is my ability to press the bottom of the box, it is a spell that I learned on an ancient secret book before, if it weren't for the high requirements to use and the lack of a suitable identity, the church would not be able to hunt me down at all." ”

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

Even if he walked in front of the Inquisition priest who was in charge of hunting down the bounty holders, I am afraid that no one would be able to recognize him.

Jem Watts picked up two glasses from front of him and filled them with wine, handed one to Salter, and then picked one himself:

"Your changes are not only in appearance, I can feel that your personality and behavior have changed a lot, and you are a completely different person from when you first met, and you no longer have the vicious feeling you had at the beginning, as if you have been reborn. ”

Taking the wine glass and meeting the other party's curious gaze, Salter shook his head: "After all, people will always change, right?

"Ding!"

The glasses touched, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"All right, Charles. ”

Drink a little red wine and taste the taste.

Shaking the glass and looking at the liquid circulating inside, Jem shrugged his shoulders, "Thank you for liking the name, I made it up." But if it weren't for that guy's influence, I don't think you'd still be that sorcerer Salter for the rest of your life, and you'd never be the 'Charr' you are now. ”

Indeed, perhaps it is only after experiencing fear and being destroyed by one's arrogance that human beings can better recognize themselves.

Although I didn't show it in front of you at the beginning, I was actually very proud of my personality, and I looked down on most people at all, and I always regarded them as dispensable insects, until Olga appeared in front of me.

I fell into fear just by sensing part of his power, I couldn't even mention the idea of resisting in the face of his gaze, and I didn't even dare to use the spell that I had always been proud of, and it wasn't until then that I realized that in front of a higher-level existence, I was actually just a worm, and I pinched it to death with a slight force......"

Jem Watts, who was just looking to hear some interesting anecdotes, moved his ears and felt as if he had heard some useful information, and immediately asked, "...... Can you sense the difference in power between yourself and Orgar?"

Surprised to look at Jem Watts, Charles thought about it, and said a little hesitantly: "I think it's better for you to give up using force to deal with Orgar, when he just came, although there were some problems with the summoning ceremony, but I still inevitably had some contact with him, so I can vaguely feel his power at that time, that is not the scope that humans in this era can deal with, the gap between humans and him is like a beast and an ant, there is no actual comparison......"