A powerful demon god stepped out of the flames.

Seeing an evil demon god walking towards him, Miss Gleni and Isabella, their reactions were very standard. The two girls rolled their eyes and were about to faint.

Grazt's ghostly dodge was instantly pressed, and the fiery eyes almost hit the faces of the two young ladies.

"Imsolents, the Lord of the Darkness commands you not to faint!"

Gleni and Isabella are typical aristocratic ladies, and even the loud voices of the knights can scare them into fainting. This is a kind of pretentious aristocratic etiquette, and the more delicate the young lady, the more feminine she is perceived.

But in the face of true fear and evil, these little tricks of the nobility have become bullshit. They were so frightened that they couldn't even faint, their teeth chattering.

This raging demon god carries the breath of destruction in the bottomless abyss. He ordered them to stay awake, how dare the ladies faint.

"No, my lord, please, don't!" Madame Marshal, completely devoid of her usual reserve, threw herself on the demon's lap and cried, "They are my friends, best friends. For poor little Amy's sake, don't hurt them. ”

The marshal's expression was sad, but her cheeks were terribly red. The petite body hugged Grazt's thighs tightly, rubbing back and forth while begging, and from time to time kissing the demon's rough skin with full lips.

"Amicia! You're always interfering with me! I'm leading an army into the Bronze Fortress, and I'm going to tear a damn devil general to shreds. The demon's roar was deafening, "How dare you interrupt my pleasure!" You have to be punished too! ”

Grazter threw Amicia into the couch like a chicken.

"Lord Grazt, I didn't know ...... you"

The marshal's wife hurriedly tried to explain. She also knew that Master Grazter was a real busy man, busy with blood and carnage every day. But he always can't help but find an excuse to summon him, even if he is scared to death every time.

She wanted to explain that this time it was not because of ordinary things that disturbed the great journey of adults, but a particularly serious matter - her good sister had lost her love!

But the Demon Lord seemed to be angry, and he didn't give her a chance to explain at all.

"Shut up! Sit down for me! ”

The three young ladies were hugging each other and crying on the sofa, but when they heard the demon's order, they quickly sat up straight one by one. They were not so honest with their etiquette teachers in the Enlightenment School. Their backs were straight, their hands were on their knees, and they shivered like quails in the cold wind.

"How am I going to punish you, stupid mortals!"

Grazt condescendedly, pinching his chin contemptuously. The three girls all agreed, and their throats rolled hard. There are many words that are very scary for women in their heads.

Moreover, this is a demon lord, after being XX, I am afraid that it will be torn apart and eaten! But what is there to resent, this is a great demon lord, who let himself delay the time of adults without knowing whether he is alive or dead.

In the box, in addition to the three young ladies and a demon god, there is also a mage Richie who is pretending to be a statue. He didn't look like a man on the surface, but he was fascinated by it on the inside.

What is Art? That's art!

The devil is a highly charismatic race, and this charisma is not the handsome and polite charm of the noble knights, but an evil charm, a fatal attraction.

The Demon Lord is powerful, wise, and ruthless! He was well versed in art, culture, poetry, etiquette even more authentic than the old-school aristocracy, his wealth eclipsed the entire kingdom, and his power was so powerful that he could easily scorch half a continent.

He had an irresistible strength, like the three young ladies with chattering teeth now. They feared him, gave in to him, and did not dare to take any offense.

That's the charm of the devil!

Master Richie didn't think there was any risk to the ladies, and Grazt's appearance was bluffing, but it didn't hurt substantially.

The Demon Lord himself has a blasphemous appearance, and ordinary people who look at him up close for a while will inevitably become corrupted and degenerate, and mutate into a terrible state of half-human and half-demon.

Grazt put away his profane talent, and even lowered the lava temperature on the surface of his body to a level that the ladies could bear.

Master Richie is old-fashioned, he is dying, and the fire of life is about to burn out. He lived a lonely life, leaving no heirs. The only thing he loved was Amicia, the only daughter left by the old earl. He was her teacher, his staff, his family, and he watched her grow up, from a small little girl to a slim girl, and then quickly to a widow.

The richest widow in Lanchester!

Master Richie saw a deep crisis, and countless handsome young men like Arthur would flock to him.

They will take advantage of women's weaknesses and play Amicia in the palm of their hands. They would take her heart, her body, her soul, and all her possessions.

Amicia's final destination was around the death of a bed in one of Lanchester's dirtiest J yards. Such a human comedy, Master Rich has seen countless times in his life.

He doesn't think he can convince Amicia that you can't convince a young girl to give up the illusion of love and be as calculating as an old aristocrat.

So, from the very beginning, it was Master Richie who brought Grazter into Amicia's life. What the Dark Lord Grazt has done in recent years, Master Richie has heard of in the wizard circle.

He knew that now Amicia was hopelessly in love with this powerful demon. But so what?! The devil will take her heart at most! If Amicia falls in love with an "upright knight" like Arthur, the end will not be as simple as losing love!

The atmosphere in the box became more and more solidified, and the demon lord twisted his hands, and his sharp claws seemed to be looking for the most delicious part of the ***.

"How the hell should I punish you! Let me think about it. ”

"Hmm...... Today, it seems to be May Day......" Grazt laughed viciously, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, God knows where he felt a few small yellow wildflowers.

This flower is called the five-day flower, and the village women in the countryside will wear the five-day flower on their heads. The ladies also celebrated May Day, but instead of wearing wildflowers like the poor village women, they brought gold branches crafted by jewellers.

For the terrifying demon maharaja, there was no difference between a noblewoman and a village woman, he laughed and put three small wild flowers in the hair of the three maidens.

"Don't take it off!"

The marshal's wife subconsciously reached out to touch the flower on her head, but was glared at by Grazt's fierce eyes, and she was immediately so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

"Your stupidity makes me feel a little happy." The Demon Lord laughed as he lay comfortably on the huge couch specially prepared for him, "Get up and continue to please me!" Otherwise, you will all die today! ”

The three good sisters got up tremblingly, and when they saw the little wildflower on their heads, they wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh. The noblewoman's reserve is all thrown away in the trash.

Marshal Amicia's eyes were closed and she decided to dedicate herself to her good sister. She shuddered and reached for the unbuttoning of her dress.

"Idiot!" The demon roared loudly, "Who gave you the courage to think I would take a fancy to your ridiculously shriveled body!" ”

Poor girl, ashamed and angry, but what can she do. I could only tear down my face and bite the handkerchief.

Gleni had always been the smartest of the three, and she stood up bravely.

"Big, big, big...... People, we, sing a song for you...... May I. ”

Grazt's face was gloomy, and his tyrannical gaze made the skin of the three young ladies hot. Just when they thought they were finished, the Demon Lord waved his hand.

"Sing it." He said impatiently.

Glenei, Amicia and Isabella were all choir leaders as children, so their relationship has always been good. At this time, they need to please the demon to save their lives, and they all thought of singing a little song to the demon uncle.

In front of the Demon Lord, their wealth, status, and even their appearance are a joke. At this time, on the contrary, the sweet voice became the only straw.

This is a very old ballad about the tragic fate of an unmarried girl who is pregnant. The choir would sing this song incessantly, admonishing the girls to observe women's morals.

The three young ladies sang very skillfully, their voices were sweet, and the harmony was just right, except for the beginning because of the extreme nervousness of the voice, the rest of the time was beyond reproach.

This song, called "When the Snow Falls"

Es Ist Ei

Sch

ee Gefalle

(When the snow falls)

Es ist ei

Sch

ee gefalle

When the snow falls

u

d es ist doch

it Zeit

Time passes

Ma

wi

ft mich mit de

Balle

People hit me with snowballs

de

Weg ist mi

ve

sch

eit

I was buried deep in the snow

Mei

Haus hat kei

e

Giebel

There is no beam lintel at home

es muss ist mi

wo

de

alt

It's cold all around

Ze

b

oche

si

d die Riegel

The latch was also broken

mei

Stueblei

ist mi

kalt

The hut is bitterly cold

Ach Lieb, lass dich's e

ba

me

Dear, have mercy on me

dass ich so ele

d bi

I was so unlucky

U

d lass mich i

dei

A

me

Hug me into your arms

So faeh

t de

Wi

te

hi

The cold winter is gone

Ich hatt' mi

e

ko

e

I've chosen

ei

mi

igliches Leut

A beloved

a

de

hab' ich ve

lo

e

He made me lose

mei

Lieb' u

d auch mei

T

eu'

Love and chastity

Das Liedlei

sei

gesu

ge

This song is

vo

ei

em F

aeulei

fei

Bitter thoughts and singing

ei

a

de

' hat mich ve

d

u

ge

She took my place

dass muss ich gut la'

sei

.

I was so lonely that I had no choice but to leave

Isabella sang with emotion, and the thought of Arthur, who had abandoned her, burst into tears. Amicia thought that she would be widowed at a young age, and she also bowed her head and wept. Gleney saw the two good sisters cry and cried along.

The three young ladies have small yellow flowers on their heads, crying and chirping. The Great Demon grinned, wanting to laugh, but he was afraid to spoil the terrifying atmosphere.

"That's it! That's enough! The bottomless abyss is below, don't cry so much! Say, Amythea, why did you summon me! ”

The marshal's wife was bold enough to reveal the love triangle of her friend and captain of the honor guard of knights, Arthur. She was so angry that her words grew more and more intense, and she even forgot about the demonic threat.

She got closer and closer, and at last she almost stuck her whole body to Grazt.

The Demon Lord cautiously moved back.

"You are calling the great Lord of the Darkness for such a ridiculous trifle? Stupid woman! ”

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Grazter changed his words, "However, your singing has succeeded in pleasing me. So, let me guide Miss Isabella in her confusion. ”

The powerful demon god Grazt, how to solve this love triangle dispute. He can find this Arthur, kill him, humiliate him with power, or directly hook up with the princess, or even conquer Lanchester by force and order the king to strip him of everything.

But don't forget, Lucieu gave Grazt the task of saving nine thousand broken maiden hearts. Not nine, not ninety, nine thousand!

If we do it with great fanfare every time, it may not be possible to accomplish it in thousands of years.

So, Grazt chose the easiest method.

"Miss Isabella, please listen to me." Grazt brewed his feelings for a while, "There are three kinds of men, you don't deserve to love......"

The horror and irritability just now was different, and Grazt's thick and hoarse tone at this time had a strange tenderness and charm.

Yes, he's pouring chicken soup. But this bowl of poisonous chicken soup, poured by him, has an extraordinary effect.

This demon lord has just appeared on the scene with arrogance and ferocity, and has successfully suppressed the three noble ladies, who are at the mercy of him like children in front of him.

This is a mental trick, and to put it more bluntly, this is the routine of a domineering president. Suppressed to extremely dangerous distances, but with absolutely no substantial damage. Grazt once used such a routine to deceive nine thousand pure maidens.

I didn't expect to use the same method to pay off the debt I owe.

Such poisonous chicken soup was poured down, and Isabella had to listen to it and believe it.

As the demon spoke, not only Isabella, but also the other two young ladies listened with tears in their eyes.

They had completely forgotten how the demon had just terrorized them and played tricks on them. They now felt that this was a demon lord who knew himself very well, and he was very gentle.

They felt that the stories Grazt told were simply their own personal experience. Things that I couldn't figure out before, after saying this, seem to have suddenly become clear.

That's the power of authority.

It's like saying the same sentence, whether a friend says to you or the richest man says to you, the effect is worlds apart.

"Women, be kind to yourself."

Grazter ended with this sentence and disappeared into the embers of the fireplace under the reluctant gaze of the ladies.

The three young ladies sat there stunned and did not say a word for a long time. In the end, it was the marshal's wife who took the sister's hand.

"Isabella, are you feeling better?"

"My pain has eased a lot, thank you, Amisia."

"Lord Grazt, what a good man!" Gleney stuck out his tongue, "Although a little bad-tempered." ”

She had been too scared to speak just now.

"No, I think Master Grazt understands me very well!" Amicia sighed, "You also know my situation, if there are no adults, loneliness will definitely drive me crazy. ”

"Amicia, when can we see adults again?"

"Don't trouble adults with such trivial things again, I was almost eaten today!"

"It looks like it's good to be eaten by an adult."

"You don't know about adults, I've seen it in the library. The great Lord of the Darkness, but the master of the Nine Abysses. The whole territory of Lanchester is a palm-sized place in the adults. ”

"Amisia, I just noticed, little Amy, didn't I? You've been sticking it to adults, right? ”

Hey, hey, hey......

Three aristocratic girls, with small yellow flowers on their heads, make a mess in the secret box. The handsome and extraordinary Arthur Knight seems to have been forgotten in the clouds.

(Actually, Amicia has a long plot here, but I don't want to write aristocratic rhymes for the time being, so let's end it hastily.) ）