"The dragon. The Demon King looked forward like a female mage, "I really can't see its shadow, most likely it's gone to the mountains." ”

"If it weren't for that dragon, we wouldn't be where we are. Catherine seemed to be complaining, but there was no anger or displeasure in her tone.

"It's not a bad thing right now. His Majesty the Demon King is very open-minded, "I have always been a little interested in this play, and now I can not only watch the play, but also participate in the performance in person." I think it's a good result. ”

The female mage said, "You must be too bored to feel this way. I have a lot of things to attend to, and I don't have that much time to spend on them. ”

His Majesty the Demon King smiled and said, "Oh, my dear female disciple, how come I didn't know that you have a lot of things to deal with? ”

Catherine glanced at him, "The most important thing I can do is to get you out of my body. ”

"That's impossible. The Demon King shook his head and said with great certainty, "You'd better do something else." Neither you nor your first will can accomplish this, there is no possibility. And I can tell you responsibly, my female disciple, it's not about ability, it's determined by the rules of the spirit world. ”

"Rules? There is always a way to break the rules. Catherine retorted.

"Ha, you haven't even comprehended much of the mystery of the soul, this ambition is really not small. The Demon King said in an exaggerated tone, "If that day happens, I'm looking forward to it." The rules of the spirit world are far beyond the limits of what we can understand and grasp. It is the fundamental rule that builds our souls. Every soul must follow this set of rules in order to exist. As powerful as I am, I've only just scratched the surface of these rules. ”

The female mage turned a deaf ear to the Demon King's words, and she didn't know if she took it to heart or had other ideas. The two of them seemed to be out of conversation for a moment, but walked unhurriedly towards the Grand Knight Kraft and the Troubadour Diesh.

The Grand Knight Kraft seemed to be impatient, and he walked back and forth with his great sword. From time to time, Kraft would pause, sword in hand, staring in the direction where Catherine and the Demon King were coming. But he couldn't look at it for a few seconds, and then he would pick up his big sword and continue to wander.

On the other hand, the troubadour Dieth was much more patient. Dieck stood behind Kraft, the Grand Knight, holding a golden pamphlet in his hand. He shook his head and looked at it for a moment, then he would stretch out his hand to the sky and chant a word. It looked like he was singing the beautiful verses of a booklet.

The female mage and His Majesty the Demon King dragged the puppet team that came in a hurry, and finally walked up to the two actors. The troubadour stepped forward and said, "Ah, what a strong warrior, what a mighty ranks. Admireable and invincible warriors, along the way, I have heard your heroic deeds sing everywhere in the world. I have been writing down verses of praise for you day and night as an expression of my great reverence. Accept the anonymous collection of poems of a traveler from afar, whose awe of your supreme achievement. ”

When the troubadour had finished speaking, he took the golden pamphlet in both hands and brought it to Catherine. The female mage cast an inquiring glance at the Demon King, and His Majesty immediately reached out and took the booklet.

The Demon King opened the booklet, skimmed through a few pages, and immediately handed it to Catherine. The female mage took it and took a look, and it turned out that the booklet was densely packed with lines.

"We have to read the lines. Catherine's ears came the Demon King's whisper, "Look at the great knight, he's waiting for our conversation." ”

Sure enough, the female mage saw the great knight Kraft holding a large sword and pointing forward, posing as if he was giving orders. However, his posture was strange, as if he had stopped there halfway through an action. The troubadour stood at his side, respectfully and still.

"Are you sure you want to read it?" Catherine whispered to the Demon King, "this first stanza is meant to be sung, and I don't." ”

The demon king said, "Then sing it casually, and you can read it aloud when I make a tune." ”

So the Demon King opened his mouth and pulled up a high-pitched chant, God knows what kind of strange tune it was, sharp and high-pitched and very rhythmic.

Catherine followed the high-pitched chant and said aloud: "Polishing our armor, raising our swords, and loud trumpets, leading the way, the pace of victory, which cannot be resisted." Cheers to the battle, cheers to the heroes......"

As soon as the female mage finished chanting, she and the puppets behind the demon king began to repeat the high-pitched chant and chanting together. In an instant, it was as if thousands of people were singing together. The unique tone fills the entire soul illusion, oscillating like a tidal wave and enduring it.

The ground began to shake, and there was a strange roar beneath the Grand Knight. The roar grew louder and louder, as if something was about to burst out of the ground.

With a "boom", a black python-like creature crashed into the ground and rose from the ground. The giant creature had no eyes or mouth, only a large fleshy ring-shaped body exposed, and it seemed that most of its body was still hidden underground.

It takes about two adults to hold the pillar, and it lifts the knight into the air three or four meters high. Kraft stood at the top of the pillar of flesh, brandished his great sword, and said in a loud voice: "Look! This is Bercy's Holy War Regiment, the invincible army of the famous continent. The name of dragon slaying that has not been won for 300 years will be picked up today. I, Kraft from Gangtos, commander of the Holy Legion, ask you, is there really a dragon coming from the mountains of Alta?"

The troubadour threw his hat and bowed, and stood by the pillar of flesh and replied respectfully: "The noble knight, the servant of the god of war who is with glory, and the windtalker of the Zewu steppe, dare not weave ridiculous lies. In the name of Raerphi, the god of the steppe, I swear to you that a red dragon has come from the mountains of Arcadia. If this is a lie, I will lose my singing voice forever, if it is a lie, I will lose the musicality of composing music forever, and if it is a lie, I will lose the talent for poetry forever. Assure you with the eyes of the god of the steppe that I did see a dragon, a true red dragon, the legendary Lord of the Flames. ”

Catherine frowned when she heard the conversation between the Great Knight and the Troubadour, and she whispered to the Demon King, "Are they really acting?" Isn't that dragon here to play the dragon?"

"That's it. His Majesty the Demon King pointed to the golden pamphlet and said, "That's what is written in this script, and it seems to be getting more and more interesting." Look at that big pillar of flesh and know what it is?"

"It looks like an earthworm, but it's so big I've never heard of anything like that. Could it be a creature endemic to the underworld?" the mage guessed.

"That's right. His Majesty the Demon King said in a disgusted tone, "It is a kind of inferior demon, and the devils call it a dung worm, and its original name is the Meat Demon. They were specially crossed by demon lords to clean up the feces of the demon army. Those filthy idiots, who always know how to make something disgusting. ”

"Clean up the feces? You mean swallow the feces. Catherine commented, "This is the first time I've known that demons pay attention to cleanliness and hygiene. ”

"Phew. The Demon King made a vomiting gesture and said, "That thing can grow up to hundreds of meters long, and it's one of the favorite foods of the upper demons. We turned back away from it, and this thing was very unbeaten. When it bursts, it will spray everywhere what it eats. There was a vicious battle back then, and a demon lord drove dozens of dung worms to charge ahead. It was better not to win that battle, and it was the most disgusting battle I've ever experienced. ”

"It turns out that demons devour their own kind. The mage concluded.

His Majesty the Demon King looked at her, and he didn't know what to say.

No matter how disgusting the meat demon was, the Grand Knight Kraft stood majestically on it. He commanded the Flesh Demon to the top of the mountain. The flesh demon arched its half-cut body, breaking through the ground and rocks and slowly squirming forward.

"A mouthy windtalker, a tongue-chewing troubadour, it is better not to try to blind the knight. The sword gives me the courage to pierce the fog, the shield gives me the ability to protect against the wind and sand, my war horse carries me across every inch of land, and the servant of the god of war never lacks wisdom. The dirt of lies will be washed away by blood, and I promise you that it will be your shame and my glory. Kraft shouted at the pillar of flesh, and as soon as he slammed his sword into the flesh demon's body, a black sludge-like thick substance erupted and drenched him. But the great god of war servant didn't care.

"I said it was disgusting. The Demon King and Catherine followed behind the two dedicated actors, "I said, the creator of the Soul Illusion, why don't you really get a horse for that guy." Using a dung worm as a mount is not the way a normal person should think of it. ”

"It's just a theatrical interpretation. The female mage disagreed, "The stage set and the choice of props for the play reflect the company's unique understanding of the play. Simgelin's performance of "Magic Algae" has several common stage sets, including in the desert, in the swamp, and on the cliffs. In one of his 20 performances at the Theatre Royal, he even boldly included a dozen background actors, setting the backdrop of "Devil's Algae" in a noisy and crowded bazaar, which is a new interpretation of a classic play. Compared to that, changing mounts is really not a big move. ”

The poor troubadour walked beside the flesh demon, and he could not avoid the thick stuff that fell from his head, and he got a lot of it on his hat. For the poet must respond to the Grand Knight in all seriousness, "I cannot deceive your eyes, noble Grand Knight, servant of the wise god of war, the tiny marmot cannot resist the talons of the goshawk, and the weak lamb does not dare to challenge the authority of the lion." Thy wisdom is like a sword hanging over my head, and I have no courage to show my obedience, and how can I have the courage to show my foolishness? You see, the majestic mountains ahead are the sign of Ado, and there my obedience and thy wisdom will be witnessed by God. ”

When the great knight heard the troubadour's words, he waved his great sword heroically and threw out many black "raindrops". The Demon King hurriedly grabbed the female mage and slowed down, but the Grand Knight and the Troubadour looked back at them together.