Grazt has many doppelgängers like Mr. Geerts, who work all over the world to "sow the seeds of love and justice in the earth" (Grand Master Erickson).

And what about the essence of the Maharaja of Darkness.

He's actually doing something that's more lucrative, more decent, and more in keeping with his demonic identity.

It all started not long ago.

One day, in the beach house, Lucieu summoned Grazter with a very serious expression.

"Husband, there is one thing I want to talk to you about seriously."

Grazt's legs were weak at that time, and he sat down on the spot! The huge body, which was more than three meters tall, smashed the floor with a bang.

The stunned look was like an old farmer who was shocked to hear that the rent had risen by half a bucket.

Can you not be afraid?! On weekdays, when Lucie is smiling, she can beat him to pieces. Now such a serious "talk", what kind of destruction is that.

"With such a big person, he can't stand steadily." The elf didn't do it directly, but kindly helped him up.

"Husband, I heard that you have a tower of swans......

Grazter fell to his knees with a pout, crying and crying.

"Madame! I've released them all a long time ago! ”

There used to be a tower of swans in Grazt, which imprisoned the souls of nine thousand innocent maidens. These girls were lured into the abyss by him and suffered from his eternal torment.

Originally, Lucieu would be the 9001st soul, the brightest pearl of pain at the top of the Swan Tower.

Unexpectedly, Grazt did all the bad things, and finally kicked the evil iron plate of Saron. Instead of becoming the jewel of the Swan Tower, Lucieux beat him to death as a pig.

In fact, Grazt was already very careful, and when he realized that his "lady" was a kind of "force majeure", he very covertly released the souls of the nine thousand maidens and destroyed the tower of swans.

He naively thought that this matter was over, but he didn't expect that today, he would be turned over old accounts. According to Grazt's understanding of Lucieu, nine thousand maidens, well, themselves would probably die nine thousand times - that's so much to start with.

"Ah, actually, I also know that those were all things that my husband did before we met, and I shouldn't have said anything. It is also said in the chicken soup, don't ask yourself if you are the first woman on the other side, but ask yourself if you are the last woman. Men...... Hehe. ”

Lucy said twice, and Grazt shuddered, and thought, here we go! Here we go! High energy reaction ahead!

This time, though, Lucieu seemed to have something else in mind.

"I think so~~" The beautiful elf nodded her forehead, and the tail note dragged on for a long time, "For a scumbag like Lord Fujun, even if he dies nine thousand times, he can't save those innocent and painful souls."

Otherwise, as long as my husband can repair 9,000 broken girls' hearts, I won't pursue this matter anymore, how about it? ”

What else, do it! Isn't it a girl's heart! The Demon Lord has a way!

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It's night in Lancaster City, and the drizzle has been falling close to zero for ten days. The poor were miserable, and the streets were covered with cold.

A homeless man with no clothes numbly passed by the walls of the inner city. Inside the walls is the living quarters of the nobles, even if there is already a human tragedy outside, it does not affect the enjoyment of the nobles in the slightest.

The tall and neat mansion was brightly lit, and the songs and laughter were faintly heard. A young lady in a blue dress passed by. The two servants held up two umbrellas for her, one after the other, so that the cold rain would not endanger the young lady's health.

The homeless man glanced at it greedily a few times, and hurriedly lowered his head and left. The poor did not dare to stay here longer, otherwise, if they were suspected by the guards, it would be more than a simple matter of cold and hunger.

In fact, the homeless do not need to be envious, in this unfortunate world, suffering is a universal existence. The young lady in the splendid gown was named Isabella, and she was the jewel of the Count of Montfort, the powerful minister. The homeless man was hungry and cold, and thought that Miss Isabella must live a very happy life.

He didn't see the tears in Miss Isabella's eyes, which were hidden by the cold and rainy night. The homeless man had no idea how much Miss Isabella was in pain, he was just dying of hunger, and Miss Isabella had lost love!

The sad Isabella met her best friend, Miss Glenny, also the daughter of an earl, at the agreed place.

The two young ladies nodded with twinkle in their eyes. They left their servants in the rain and entered the mansion of Marshal Amicia through the back door, arm in arm.

After passing through an unknown number of doors, they entered a hidden basement. Gentlemen have their own stage, whether it is the king's study, the theater's box or the lavish salon, it is their battlefield.

In a patriarchal society, that's pretty much the case, and it's dominated by men on the right occasions. But in some invisible corners, women are not far behind.

Here, for example, it looks like a somewhat shabby basement on the outside, but inside it is different. The furnishings and decoration are quite elegant, and the moment you open the door, the fragrant fragrance of flowers comes to your face.

Here is the secret little salon of Marshal Margaret's wife, who entertains only her closest friends here. For example, Miss Isabella and Miss Glenny, who just came in.

The three of them were almost the same age, and they both grew up in Lanchester, except that Amicia was lucky enough to marry the marshal. Even more fortunately, less than a year after marriage, the old marshal, who was over eighty years old, died.

Amicia thus became the richest widow in all of Lanchester, and of course, outsiders called her the honorable Marshal Margaret's wife.

"Glenny, Isabella."

Seeing two friends walk in, Amicia, who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with jewelry, got up to greet her. As the marshal's wife, she didn't have to be so condescending to greet the two young ladies first.

But she was only eighteen years old after all, and according to Earth, she was still a child, and had not yet been completely polluted by the great dye vat of Lanchester's high society.

The two were her buddies in her girlhood, and in the choir of the Holy See, they were intimate. She was so overjoyed to see her friend that she even threw the gemstone bracelet in her hand aside.

"Amicia ......"

A grieving Isabella hugged her friend, tears streaming down her face, wetting the shoulders of the marshal's wife.

"Arthur, that bastard! Scum! "His servant has kept my messenger out of the door, and he doesn't even have the courage to read my letter." ”

"Poor Isabella." The marshal's wife hugged her good friend and comforted her softly, "Tomorrow I will go to meet Your Majesty and expose this negative hypocrite in front of Your Majesty and all the ministers!" ”

"Don't, Amythea, please, don't." The weeping maiden shook the marshal's hand, "Arthur is a brave knight, woo woo, all this, the fault is mine, it's all my wishful thinking, woo woo!" I don't blame her! ”

"You're just worried that Your Majesty will remove him from the title of Knight of the Honor Guard!" Glenei was heartbroken about the good sister's affairs, and ended up eating a closed door, and she hated that damn Arthur in her heart, "Isabella, you are always so kind, so you are always hurt." ”

"Silly girl!" Seeing Isabella crying even harder, Gleni closed her mouth. She is fierce in her mouth, but in fact, she can't wait to break her heart for Isabella.

"Alright, wipe away your tears, and sit down first." The marshal's wife, Amicia, sat on the sofa with Isabella in her arms, "I said there is a way to solve this matter, you have to believe me." ”

During this time, the rumor that Miss Isabella, the jewel of the Earl of Montfort, had been abandoned by Arthur, the captain of His Majesty's guard of honor, spread in the circle of Miss Lanchester.

According to the basic rules of high society, Arthur is not worthy of Isabella. He was only the second son of a baron and had no right of inheritance.

And the Count of Monfort is the Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Kingdom, and he is a first-class magnate. In addition, Miss Isabella has bright eyes and a slender figure. In recent years, there has been an endless stream of noble children who have come to propose marriage.

Anyway, these two can't be together.

But Arthur was a very good young man. He was tall and handsome, and he was of extraordinary appearance, and he was always polite at all times and places, and his riding boots were polished.

When he was fifteen years old, he dared to lie about his age, participated in the martial arts conference convened by His Majesty, and passed more than a dozen moves under the famous Black Jack without falling behind.

He was a well-read poet and a great talker, and he could argue with the scholars of the royal palace. The chief alchemist of the kingdom was once glared at by his retorted beard. You know, alchemists are all extremely knowledgeable figures.

His Majesty admired this brave and intelligent young man very much, and last year he was specially promoted to the rank of Captain of the Honor Guard.

This position is usually reserved for the children of noble nobles, but this time there was no objection to His Majesty's appointment.

The aristocratic community has an old-fashioned gaze, this is a rising star in Lanchester, and the wise thing to do is to make friends, not suppress.

Of course, one can imagine how popular Arthur's topic is in the circle of young ladies in the royal capital. Isabella, in particular, always had her eyes lit up every time she talked about Arthur and his brave deeds.

At a ball, Isabella meets Arthur. To her believability, Arthur invited her to dance all night long, ignoring so many other young ladies.

In the resentful eyes of her female companions, Isabella fluttered and longed to fall into the arms of the brave knight.

The two of them made a private agreement for life and secretly dated. Isabella indulged in the sweet words of the moon before the flowers, and even kept thinking about how to beg her father to marry her to Arthur.

All this had come to an abrupt end the day before, when Arthur wrote to Isabella that Princess Glaudine was pestering him.

"I'm sorry for my love." Arthur concluded, "I am loyal to the king, so I must be loyal to the princess." It was a painful decision for me, and I betrayed my love for the sake of loyalty. Please don't come to see me again, I'm afraid I'll be heartbroken to see you. ”

Arthur didn't know if he was heartbroken, but Isabella was really heartbroken.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the good sister Gleni immediately rushed into Isabella's boudoir without any notice, and sure enough, this stupid girl was about to commit suicide by taking poison.

Gleney threw away the poison and sternly warned against suicide. She hurried, writing to Arthur to see if there was any room for things to turn around. On the other hand, he informed Amicia and asked if there was any good way for the other good sister.

Arthur rejected Glenny's letter, but the marshal's wife informed the two that she had a solution.

Seeing that Isabella's mood had temporarily stabilized, the marshal's wife nodded to the shadow of the box, and a middle-aged mage walked out.

It was only then that the two who came discovered that there were other people in the box.

"Amythea?" Doubts were written in Glenny's eyes. This mage she knew, a offering mage in the Marshal's Mansion. But she didn't feel that it was necessary to involve a "bad old man" in the emotional topic between sisters.

"My method must be based on the power of Master Rich." Madame Marshal took Glenny with one hand and Isabella with the other, "Sisters, it may be a little scary to be on the scene, but you believe me, don't you?" ”

"Arminia, I believe in you as if I were my own soul."

"Okay." Madame Marshal nodded resolutely, then glanced at Master Rich.

The dying old mage walked unhurriedly to the fireplace in the living room, and under the curious gaze of the visitor, he took out the spell casting materials from his long sleeves and threw them into the fire.

At this time, Gleney realized that this fireplace seemed to be too big.

Little by little, the expensive spellcasting materials disappeared in the fire, emitting a strange stench. The mage muttered to himself, obscure runes spitting out of his thin lips.

The flames burned quietly, occasionally bursting out with two sparks. But when a key secret word was pronounced, the fire suddenly boiled, turning into a wild form of teeth and claws, and even suppressed heavy breathing could be heard in it. There was no wind in the box, and a strong air current was rampant.

Everything is a sign that something seems to be about to be born from the fire.

In the flickering light, Gleney and Isabella, the two chicks, trembled with fright, and even forgot who Arthur was for a while.

They looked at Amicia in alarm, and found that the marshal's wife was still sitting there calmly, with a small fan of the heron's tail feathers covering her mouth.

You can see that she is looking forward to it.

Since you say you believe, you have to trust to the end. Although the two young ladies were frightened, they did not offer to leave.

The flames grew wilder, ominous and blasphemous whispers permeated the box, and finally turned into a roar, a roar from the abyss.

"Foolish mortals, how dare you call out to the great Lord of the Dark!" A rich male voice with the timbre of a volcanic explosion, majestic and brutal, "Who is it that is killing yourself!" ”