It took Qiao Xiu half an hour to write a 'program' that could add and subtract within ten to prove that his idea was correct.

Qiao Xiu's fingertips clicked on the pale white light in front of him, which reminded him of the era when he first came into contact with the computer, when he was still powered on with DOS commands.

In the small program written by Qiao Xiu, the formula of '1+2' was entered, and soon the pale white inscription was fed back with '3'.

If it goes on like this, it will only take a few months, and Qiao Xiu will be confident that he will be able to edit a simple operating system from these inscriptions.

The brain is used as a host, compatible with the functions of CPU, hard disk, and memory, and the eyes are responsible for the function of the monitor, followed by the use of both hands instead of the mouse and keyboard.

It works!

Implanting a computer inside the brain and replacing the calculation of the human brain with a program is something that may take about a hundred years to complete on Earth, and Qiao Xiu found that relying on the power of magic in this world is... At your fingertips.

But to really achieve it, Qiao Xiu's only knowledge was not enough, and his understanding of these inscriptions was too little.

Although Qiao Xiu's knowledge made all these inscriptions appear in front of Qiao Xiu, Qiao Xiu's career as a 'magician' was only less than half a day.

Even so, Qiao Xiu used his newly acquired magic power to fuse the images of the protospar together, recording a shot of the protozoar, and then transporting all the crystals into a protocrystal.

Although this method is a little troublesome, in this era when there are no even electric light bulbs, the invention of the third prince is considered to be several centuries ahead.

"Miss Ciri, I suggest you don't get too far away from me, that thing around your neck will automatically detonate if it's twenty meters away from me."

Qiao Xiu, who had finished his research on the inscription, picked up a pen and blank paper, ready to continue writing the script for "Beauty and the Devil".

But before writing, Qiao Xiu felt the need to tell the lady magician not to run around in other people's rooms.

“…… I... I didn't. ”

Ciri withdrew his hand from the doorknob and looked at the demon facing the desk.

When Qiao Xiu learned the inscription of the God of Order, he sat directly at his desk and studied it intently, ignoring her meaning at all.

It also gave Ciri the illusion that 'maybe I could take advantage of this opportunity to escape'.

So it took a long time for Ciri to slowly touch the door like a cat, and before he could open the door, because of Qiao Xiu's words, he had to honestly return to where he was standing.

Ciri doesn't want to die in such a miserable way with her head, no... If the hedron around her neck had exploded, her death would have been worse than having her head cut off.

“……”

Ciri stood still and waited for about ten minutes, and Qiao Xiu didn't have any new instructions.

Entering a state of boredom, she looked at Qiao Xiu's back, and finally couldn't suppress her curiosity and walked a few steps to Qiao Xiu's desk.

Humans' fear of demons is generally due to the hideous appearance of demons, and when Ciri calms down, she realizes that Qiao Xiu's appearance is no different from that of humans.

This eased Ciri's uneasiness a little bit, and then Ciri's eyes were drawn to the script that Joe was writing.

When the plot develops to the point where the heroine Belle is imprisoned by demons in order to save her father, Ciri suddenly finds that her experience seems to be very similar to the heroine in the script, except that she was captured.

Ciri could already imagine how inhumane Belle would be treated by the demon next, just as she could imagine her fate next.

But the next development is far beyond Ciri's expectations, the plot changes from the moment the demon saves Belle from the mouth of a group of wolves, Belle and the devil's first dinner, the ball in the castle for only two people... No matter which scene, after Qiao Xiu's written description, it is enough to awaken any woman's yearning for the beautiful feeling of romance.

"It's just a story, right?"

Ciri looked at the words described by Qiao Xiu's pen, curiosity overcame her fear again, and finally took the initiative to ask Qiao Xiu.

"Of course, there is still a big difference between the story and reality, for example, the heroine Belle is much better than Miss Ciri."

Of course, Qiao Xiu knew what the sorceress was thinking, and her experience was indeed very similar to Belle in the script.

If it weren't for the fact that she would probably faint when she saw a demon of Zenas's level, Qiao Xiu might have been able to let her try to star.

Ciri immediately understood what Qiao Xiu meant, she covered her chest and took a few steps back, her face flushed crimson, and before she could organize a few words to refute it, a knock at the door made Ciri swallow back what she wanted to say.

"Find a place to hide."

Qiao Xiu pointed to the only bookshelf in his room, where he could barely hide from someone.

The other demons in the demon world are more or less prejudiced against humans, if their servants are fine, but the person waiting outside the door is not Qiao Xiu's servant.

When it came to his own life, Ciri obediently ran behind the bookshelf and hid.

Qiao Xiu also walked quickly to the door and opened the door of his room.

"I don't think there's been any recent experiments worthy of your supervision, sister."

Standing at the door of Qiao Xiu was none other than the second princess, Cecily Yanorod.

Unlike her eldest brother, who lives on the border all year round, Josei's sister Cecily serves as a watchman in the capital of the Demon Realm, managing order up and down the capital.

In the impression of the third prince, the second sister's personality is a little unlike a demon, and she began to serve as a monitor at the age of fifteen, and she has handled large and small cases in the capital with vigorous and resolute means, and she is completely the image of a good police officer of the people.

"I just felt a wave of magic from a human at your place."

Cecili's hair color and pupils were different from Qiao Xiu's, a flame-like color, and under the gaze of these pupils, anyone who tried to lie in front of her would feel a visceral tremble.

It's a wordless oppressive force.

"I've done some little experiments myself with human magic."

An inscription composed of pale white light appeared on Qiao Xiu's hand, and the inscription lasted for a second or two before dissipating, and the inscription was gradually corroded by Qiao Xiu's gray *** force representing chaos, and then Qiao Xiu looked at Cerseili.

"But the second sister must not have come here for this trivial matter, right?"