"A demon like you is not afraid of even a hundred babies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The leprechaun flew in front of El with his waist crossed, his ice-blue ponytails dancing playfully, and his snow-white slender legs stamping in the air.

What is this?

Al watched the goblin flying proudly in front of him, and his feelings were mixed.

Thinking of his previous life in the Logging Village, especially Anbi'er's attitude towards herself, even if she is a demon, I'm afraid no one will be afraid of her, right?

The fact that he is a demon has indeed caused a strong impact and trouble to Al these days, after all, in Mayfair's education, Al has always been to be an upright and kind person.

As for demons, although Mayfair never specifically mentioned them, Al also knew that demons could never be good and upright, and in the human world, they usually only called demons and other bad people who committed the most heinous crimes.

And he is exactly a demon.

Never mind.

The goblin's reaction as if he was laughing at himself made Al feel inexplicably reassured.

Maybe it doesn't matter if you're a demon, you can still be a good demon.

"Why did you say you were going back?"

As if enough of laughing, the leprechaun paused and asked.

"I met a demon, and he told me that my identity was a demon, and he came to me on purpose to take me back to the Demon Continent. ”

"Are you going back to the Demon Continent?

Hearing Al's words, the goblin jumped up at once.

"No, I'm just projecting the past. ”

"That's right!"

The little goblin patted his little chest, looking relieved.

"Don't you want me to leave?"

Seeing such an obvious performance of the leprechaun, even if the emotional intelligence is as low as Al, he realizes something.

The goblin's eyes widened, and her little face was visibly red.

"No, it's not! The baby just felt bored when no one was playing with me. ”

Obviously, what he said was already inconsistent, but the goblin's tone was so straightforward.

As Al was about to leave the library, the goblin flew up to Al and stopped him, seeing the other man's movements and the shining pupils staring at him, Al was intuitively startled, because he didn't know why it reminded him of Ambiel and Angel who stopped him from kissing.

Could it be that the goblins have learned this too?

"Reach out. ”

The leprechaun said.

Luckily, it's not something like closing your eyes or a goodnight kiss.

Al stretched out his hand, he wouldn't wrap his hand tightly in front of the goblin, the glove that the mysterious ring had conjured up, and his fair and delicate fingers looked really good in the candlelight.

A glowing teardrop-shaped transparent stone, the size of a fingernail, fell lightly into Al's hand.

"So small, what is this?"

Al asked.

The little goblin raised his head, glanced at Al with a triumphant look, and said softly with his puffy lips:

"This is the baby's stone. ”

Baby's Stone?

Al looked at her stunned, the name was really a bit silly.

"Is it any use?"

The leprechaun seemed to be waiting for Al to ask her this question, but she raised her head and said, "Tell you this is the baby's stone, you carry it with you, you take the baby, understand?"

"I don't understand. ”

Al shook his head with a blank expression.

The leprechaun pursed his mouth.

"Stupid, anyway, you just remember to take it with you, carrying it is equivalent to carrying a baby, if you dare to throw it away, be careful-"

The goblin didn't really say her threatening words, perhaps because he didn't feel the need for that when he saw Al's solemn expression.

When he came out of the library in Ceylon, Al put on his hood and gloves, but the baby's stone in the shape of a teardrop shone in his palm, and after studying it for a while, Al found something special, so he carefully put the stone into the pocket of the button of his underwear, after all, the stone was too small to be easily lost if he did not hide it carefully.

In addition, Al noticed that there was actually a small hole in the teardrop-shaped stone, which should be able to wear a small rope, as for why the leprechaun didn't put on the rope when he handed it to himself, he only needed to think about it for a moment to get the answer, of course, because of the leprechaun's too small size.

Al was going to go back and put the stone on top of the amulet he was wearing, which his mother had given him.

As he walked to the door of the dormitory to pull out the key, Al noticed a letter in the mailbox next to the door.

Al took out the letter, the envelope was not stamped with the official seal of the Ceylon Academy, and there was not even a signature, Al directly opened the letter, and what fell into his eyes was the demon text with intricate strokes.

It was sent by the red-skinned demon Karnal, with respectful wording, to the effect that the projection magic array that can project His Highness the Demon to the Goro Continent has been made, waiting for His Highness the Demon to come, and the location is located in Yunyun such as such and such a road, and the time is today.

Today?

Al put the letter away, a slight look on his face under the hood.

He stood at the door for a while, but in the end, instead of taking out the key to open the door of the dormitory, he turned around and walked out with the letter.

As Al walked out of the dormitory building, the tall trees planted outside the dormitory building for the sake of the landscape shook visibly a few times, but now there was no wind.

According to the letter's prompt, Al searched all the way, and passed through a very strange alley, where most of the women were poorly dressed, and when they saw Al, they called the master to come in and have fun, and some even ran out and tried to pull Al into the shops.

But Al was disgusted by the pungent scent of their bodies, not to mention being pulled in, but even being touched by the women whose faces were smeared with snow white and couldn't hide the dark circles under their eyes, and if it weren't for the sake of basic politeness, Al didn't even want to be touched by those women.

Eventually, after making his way through a long, dimly lit alley full of listless old women, Al came to his final destination.

Mossy walls, unidentified dirty, scarred doors.

Although Al is not clean, he is also the kind of person who loves cleanliness in the usual sense, and if he usually faced such a place, he would never have the urge to explore it, but in the face of this door, Al's heart began to beat faster.

He pushed the door open and walked inside.

Squeak-

The old wooden door screeched, and the scene behind it fell into El's eyes.

It was miserable that Al had never imagined. (To be continued.) )