Lord Demon King, you really don't know what kind of expression your subordinates should make. Cyno placed the wood carving on the table, and first tried to poke it twice with his finger, for fear that he would accidentally break the wood carving.

No, it's true that it's a very touching line, but you can't make other obvious expressions in the first place, aren't you? Great is the raising of the eyebrows, or the slightest change in the curvature of the corners of the mouth.

The subordinates will keep it as a family heirloom and pass it on from generation to generation.

But it's just a wood carving, is it necessary to be so exaggerated? I was speechless as I watched Cyno put away the wood carving as if he had won a treasure, and couldn't help but complain: You have been dead for more than a hundred years, and there is no other descendant to pass on to you.

It's okay to do this, because the subordinates don't want to hand it over to anyone else. Cyno nodded, and actually agreed with my statement from the side: It's great not to have to kill the offspring with your own hands.

You're terrifying, in every sense of the word. I calmly let the Dark Priest continue serving, ignoring Cyno, who was starting to get out of control.

It's no wonder that some people claim that madmen are more terrible than ordinary murderers, after all, the reason why the former wants to kill you is sometimes not reliable at all, or that the reason of others is simply inexplicable.

Dinner time was peaceful, well, only dinner time.

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Before going to bed, I was lying alone in bed boringly flipping through the diary of my former demon king, when there was a knock on the door outside the dormitory.

Wait a minute. I flipped up and didn't answer the door immediately after leaving the bed, but first opened the drawer of the bookcase in the room and hid the diary of the former demon king in the mezzanine between the drawers.

Because there is a convicted Luvika in the Demon King City, I have to treat the diary of the former demon king in the same way as the little yellow book hidden in the country, after all, the information recorded by the former demon king is quite referenced, and I am not doing a good job, and the second-rate demon king who specializes in writing novels is no longer on the same level at all.

It's okay if my diary was taken by Luvica, only the day of the former demon king remembers to keep it...... Why does this suddenly feel sad?

Come on. After making sure that the diary was well hidden, I went to answer the door.

Because I have to go to bed tonight, Cyno has just left my bedroom to go to the bathhouse to bathe, and according to the usual practice, Cyno will spend at least nearly an hour washing every corner of her body, so it should not be her who is outside the door at this time.

I opened the door, and it was not Cyno standing outside, but Diana in her private clothes, and when she saw me open the door, Diana immediately took a step back and bowed to greet me: "Lord, excuse me."

It's really rare to see you coming to me at night, you have something to report on the other hand, right? I pushed the door wider and turned sideways to make room for Diana: if you need to talk longer, you can go to the study.

Diana looked at my movements, first with a strange look, and then shook her head: "Lord, I don't want to talk to you about business.

You mean something that suddenly ran away this afternoon? I waved my hand, squeezed out a soft smile and comforted: I didn't take it to heart, and you shouldn't punish yourself for it.

Thank you for your magnanimity, but even if you forgive me, I can't forgive my own emotional behavior. Diana lowered her head, and her left front hoof tapped the floor twice anxiously: But that's still not why I'm looking for you at this time.

I raised my hands in surrender: then please announce the answer. Actually, I still have a guess in my heart, but since it is a question and answer without prizes, I don't bother to bet on the rest of the possibilities, so I just let Diana say the correct answer herself.

It's just, hmm...... I am so ashamed that I have made such a strict mistake today, and now I have come to discuss this matter with you, but my faith must be true to my heart, ahh Diana held her head and muttered to herself, it seemed that her thoughts had turned the wrong corner in the middle of the way, but she fell into her own entanglement, especially since she still forgot to keep her voice down, and as a result, it was quite difficult for her to pretend that she didn't hear.

Diana, please tell you the point. I decided to take Cyno's name to good use, and the fox threatened: If it is delayed any longer, Cyno will come back from the shower.

You're right. Hearing the word Cyno, Diana really came back to her senses and hurriedly stood up: Regarding this month's salary, I would like to apply for a replacement reward with you.

Oh, no problem. It's true that it's too cheap to use touching your head as a salary, even if you want to change it to a daily pay, so I agreed to Diana's application without thinking: what do you want to change?

Well, it's the kind of wood carving you gave to Lord Cyno for dinner today. Diana was vague and struggled for a long time before finally speaking: I want a similar one too.

Do you want a wood carving in the shape of Cyno?! I looked dumbfounded, but of course it was just a pretend.

That's not what it means, Lord...... Diana was about to cry when she spoke, and she had been hit too hard today, so that even the spirit of this upside-down child became fragile.

Just kidding, you're waiting for me here. After leaving this sentence to Diana, I turned back to the bedroom and opened the upper drawer of the desk, and took out the Q version of the wood carving in the shape of Diana, and then returned to the door: Come, here you are.

Diana, who received the wood carving, was stunned for a moment, then looked down at my face and asked, "Lord, who are you?"

What I was originally going to give you is a consolation for your hard work for a while. I looked back at Diana with my head up, emulating the toothy grinning of a beautiful boy in the anime, and the damn height difference was really annoying.

Lord, I can't accept this gift right now. Diana bit her lower lip and pushed the wood carving back to me.

Hawkers,Can't accept it as a token of love?

Ding, a token of love?! Diana first showed a stunned expression, then returned to normal, turned her head and whispered: If so, I think...... It should be ok.

A few words were good to say, and finally Diana was willing to accept the wood carving, and left happily, just when I was relieved, closed the door and was about to take out the diary of the former demon king to continue reading, a new visitor came to my bedroom.

Knock, knock.

Can't you just come down the hallway?

Looking at Luvica knocking on the window outside, I suddenly felt the urge to pull the curtains down and pretend I didn't see anything.

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Miscellaneous:

Speaking of what is the standard for signing a contract?

Listening to the information provided by the authors of other novels, it is said that the editor will give the author a letter to the author who fails to sign a contract, but I will only write here that it does not meet the review standards.

Finally, thank you for the evaluation votes that I'm really a bear, and the reward from Kang Zhuang and Benning.

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