Xia Ni pinched Feiqi's body curiously, and muttered vigorously, "It's the same as the real thing, it's really amazing." Fei Qi lost the tough skin of the demon, and grinned in pain, while refuting Xia Ni's opinion: "This body is real! It's completely human!

"Magic is really magical. Xia Ni let go of her hand and turned behind Feiqi: "Wait, you seem to have a tattoo on the back of your neck, right in this position." ”

Since Hawkeye meditation had not yet fully recovered, Feige could only see what was behind him by leaning on Shanny's mirror. Just a little below his neck, two thumb-sized black wings were clearly engraved on his skin. This is the only mark that the Lust Demon as the essence leaves on this human form, and it seems to be of little use other than to use it.

"How do you feel right now?"

"My feet are uncomfortable, tired, and hungry. ”

Turning back into a human, Feige decided to celebrate, just him and Shani, and nothing else. They came to the town of Fuzang and bought a freshly killed sheep from the inhabitants of the town. The family's sheep had been bought by Xia Ni not long ago, and as soon as it became an immortal, it was burned to ashes by Feige in an evil hellish ritual, and there was no hair left. The male owner of the family looked at Xia Ni with strange eyes, probably wondering why his sheep were targeted by this masked woman?

While Shanny and the family were haggling, Feige quietly slipped to the back of the hut with a phantasmagion, and picked up some leeks, shallots, and peppers in the garden. Potato cultivation has become very common in Minas Ithil, which has left Fitch with a few bulging spherical objects in his pocket. A hen hurried past Fitch's feet, and then, with her fat body and fearless spirit, spread her wings to block the entrance to the hen's coop. Guessing that there were eggs inside, Feige laughed wickedly at the hen, scaring it half to death, and then took the family's cloth shoes hanging in the backyard and put them on his bare feet.

He apparitions back, and Shani notices it, but the family doesn't know it. After the two of them left, they "stumbled" at the blacksmith shop and "stumbled" a pot that somehow ended up in Feiqi's hands on its own, and it was definitely not their fault, right? There was a hole in the bottom of the pot, and it seemed that it had been sent here to be repaired, but the master blacksmith was too busy to leave it cold. Feige used magic to fix it.

"This one will be returned, right?" asked Shanny.

"Oh. Feige replied perfunctorily.

Their celebratory dinner took place on the riverside, a soft cobblestone riverbank. The fire burns strongly, and there is absolutely no smell of hell, so the contents of the pot are bubbling and bubbling over the fire, and they are filled with happiness and freedom. Feige pretended to stir the mutton with a staff, but the cat stick cried and refused, so he found two branches, peeled off the skin, and used them as long chopsticks.

"Look, this branch has suffered for you!" he glanced at the cat stick as he skimmed the foam away, and the latter was even more aggrieved.

"Cook your lamb well, don't bully a stick. "Shani came back from the river, carried the cleaned vegetables, tore them off, and threw them into the pot. "How do you want to make the potatoes, do you cook them together?"

"You can eat it on a roast, with this little lamb kidney, lamb. Feige said as he cleared out some charcoal to bake the potatoes and made skewers of lamb loins and the like and set them on the edge of the fire, and the skewers were sharpened with the unstretched pit sword. So he was in charge of the barbecue, and Shani was in charge of cooking. For a while, Midnight remained eerily silent as usual, and two rabbits that had been found out of nowhere in their mouths appeared in front of them.

"I always thought that it was a wolf or a fox that could catch rabbits, but I didn't expect cats to do it too. Feige reached out to midnight, who spat out the rabbit and poked his head for him to touch, and wrapped his tail around Feige's wrist.

"It's a ghost cat, not a domestic cat!And it's so smart, what is it if it catches a rabbit, right?" Xia Ni picked up the rabbit and looked at it, and complimented: "Midnight, you are really good, you caught the rabbit without destroying the fur at all, and the two of such a big one can almost be used as a pair of gloves." Do you want to eat it grilled or boiled?"

"Let's grill it, and if you cook it, it will taste like mutton. Oh, so you're not asking me. "Feige finds out that he has been tricked by Shanny and Midnight, and it is up to a cat to decide how to eat the rabbit?

"If I catch some fish myself, can I grill them and eat them?" Fitch tries to show that he can also hunt, hoping to win back a city in the battle of Shanny's favor.

"You want to use spells to fry fish, right? Forget it, we definitely have enough to eat, so don't trouble the calm river." Xia Ni saw Feiqi's careful thoughts, and said, "Why are you hunting with your pet? You can make money, but it can't." ”

Midnight immediately squatted on the ground, squinting his eyes and smiling slightly, making a cute expression while raising his right paw and swinging it back and forth around his ear. "No, you can't attract wealth. Feige pushed the cat away, pinned it to the ground and scratched its belly, and didn't let go until it scratched it slightly.

"Go, go and get some firewood, just like a dog picking up a stick!" Feige finished speaking, and saw Midnight stretch out his little paws, and pop out his sharp nails with a thud. He thought about it for a moment and used the Dharma Seal to release the little angel of the Holy Light, thus diverting Midnight's attention and making himself safe.

"Help, there's a cat chasing me!" the ball of light screamed and flew around. It could fly high into the clouds, but it kept hovering around the bouncing limit of midnight.

The mutton soup quickly became fragrant because there was an extra fish in it. Feige didn't go to blow up the fish, he just pulled out the Pit Excalibur and went deep into the water, and a big fat fish was stunned and floated helplessly to him. Everyone has to contribute—that's Feige's reason for the Pit Excalibur, but it's more like an excuse for himself. Because the ingredients are fresh and Xia Ni always brings some strange things with her, such as spices, the celebratory feast is very satisfying.

"It's nice to be human. The happiness of feasting, the desire demon can't taste it at all" Feige wiped his tears and said nothing, his feelings were immersed in constant chewing.

After eating, they snuggled up to each other by the embers, resting Xani's head with Feige's arm, and the two of them looked at the stars in the sky together. Midnight tried to climb up Feige's belly several times, but it was particularly steep because it was stuffed with fresh soup, and after two unsuccessful attempts, Feige grabbed it and stuffed it under his feet. When he's with Shani, he doesn't want to be disturbed.

At night, the little angel of the Holy Light, who had enough of playing, rested on the cat teasing stick like a firefly, and landed right on the crystal display. The cat teaser sent an emoji to greet the little angel of the Holy Light, never thinking that this image would be magnified by the Holy Light Ball and shoot into the sky like a projector.

"Can it still be like this? It doesn't seem to be a bother's eyes. Feige just glanced at it, then turned his gaze back to Shanny.

He talked a lot that day, and it seemed that he didn't stop until the two of them fell asleep by the river. Feige didn't drink, but he had a bit of a hangover the next day because he couldn't remember anything he said, but it certainly didn't include magic, hell, the devil, and territory - he felt that way. Shani said that he told a lot of jokes, some of which he understood and some of which he didn't, but she had understood the emotion and laughed happily.

Feige is also happy, but that doesn't prevent colds. The human body, to be precise, a sub-healthy human body that lacks exercise, is too fragile for him to withstand on a damp and cold night by the river. Although the disease will be suppressed as long as he turns back into a demon, Feige still chooses to huddle under the covers with a hot water bottle, waiting for Xia Ni to prepare herbs to ward off the disease.

Thousands of miles away, there was another person who was in a similar state to Feiqi, but there was no medicine that could get rid of his illness. His Majesty King Saroyan Yaria, lying on the bed, his eyes a little glazed. Even though the sun shone through the open window on his embroidered brocade quilt, and despite the contemplative scent of flowers around the bedside, he faintly smelled a smell of urine. The smell lingered like maggots on the tarsal bones, whether awake, asleep or unconscious. His Majesty thought to himself: I won't wait until I'm dead, and I'll still smell it, right?

The maid climbed into bed, lifted the quilt, and massaged his legs. The king tried to move his eyes downward, but he didn't see her wiping with a towel or changing his pants, which meant that he wasn't wetting the bed. A king who wets the bed is absolutely unbearable for him, after all, just over half a year ago, he could still ride on a horse to fight on the front line and personally include Feinberg in his bag. Now, I'm worried about wetting the bed, but if I don't pee, where does the smell come from, is that the smell of death?

"Your Majesty, Count Hall asks to see you. ”

King Aria said nothing, he actually had no right to refuse. Even if he shook his head, the chamberlain would still let the man in to "watch" him, as if to announce to the world that "the king is no longer dead".

Count Hall walked in, wearing the family breastplate, the emblem of the goddess of truth and thunder engraved on his chest, and a very solemn smock on the outside, covering the long sword at his waist. Before entering the room, he unsheathed his sword and placed it outside the door like a proper courtier. However, he also brought in a strange man in a gray robe with a wide red belt around his waist, which was not a qualified courtier.

"Your Majesty, I know you're not easy to speak, so I've invited an inspiration mage to come over. He helps build heart-to-heart communication so I can hear what you want. Count Hall said from afar, then gestured to the gray-robed man. The man walked towards the king, and the maid who was massaging the king withdrew. As she passed by the Count, she whispered:

"He's not responding anymore, and it's the same in that place. ”

No one except the Count knew that this phrase ever existed.

The "Inspired Mage" used spell ink to draw runes on the king's forehead, then nodded a dot on Earl Hall's forehead before bowing down. Only the king, the earl, and the chamberlain were left in the room. The chamberlain brought a stool for the Earl, and then quietly stood aside, witnessing and taking notes, but not expressing an opinion.

"You're dying, so I'm coming to see you, so I don't see you. Earl Hall got straight to the point and said, "I will only come this once, and I will not upset you." If there's anything you want to ask, just ask. In the name of the Templars, I assure you that you are telling the truth. ”

King Aria stared at him, and after a long time asked, "Do you smell pee?"

Count Hall shook his head. "Not really. Although your royal rights have been effectively eviated, how can you smell of urine when you are still being cared for as His Majesty the King?

The king did not respond, because it was nothing more important. The devastation suffered on the night of the bloody meteor had already killed him, and he still survived by the name of His Majesty. He has accepted his dying fate, and there is no motivation to live.

Seeing that the king did not speak for a long time, Count Hall said, "Your Majesty, I should report directly." On the night of the bloody meteor, the city of Tawu Harbor was seriously damaged, and the main castle had completely lost its defensive ability and was no longer suitable as a capital, so it would take the opportunity to move the capital. When you die, you will be buried in the former site of the main castle, with your son by your side, and it will also be a memorial to the victims of the night of the bloody meteor in the kingdom of Aria. ”

"The United Council of Nobles continued to govern the country until the next king was elected. I don't hide it from you, it will be Andrew Hall, my eldest son. He is good enough to take on the responsibilities of king, and for the sake of the security and stability of the country, he will ascend the throne as soon as your funeral is completed. ”

"You've fulfilled your long-cherished wish in this life, Feinberg has been annexed, and decades of war have come to an end, and this respite is a rare opportunity. In my opinion, it may be that too many, too long, too meaningless wars have led to bloody meteor nights, and this method has cut off your kingship. Of course, this is pointless speculation, and it is useless to say it. ”

"The kingdom of Aria has effectively come to an end, and a new kingdom has been established. It's your credit to conquer Feinberg, but making it part of a kingdom is not something you're good at. Count Hall stretched out his hand, wiped the spell ink from the king's head, and said, "Except for the next king, everything else is trivial, unworthy of care. As much as I dislike you, out of the respect of the knights, I can assure you that you will not be forgotten when you die, and that you will never be an unknown king in history. ”

With that, he got up and walked out, and the chamberlain opened the door for him. "By the way, there should be no one coming in the back, so write this down: King Aria's last words to Count Hall, and to his life, were: Did you smell urine? ”

The chamberlain nodded, promising that he would make a clear note of this.

His Majesty King Aria passed away that evening.