The rough stone pillar standing in the middle of the royal court seems to have not changed in the slightest in seven years. When the hideous silhouettes pierced the horizon, Ranmuir woke up in the Demon King's arms.

After sleeping for a long time, Lanmuir's physical condition is obviously much better than yesterday's half-dead appearance. He washed up briefly, was fed a little food by the demon king, and then began to look around.

"How?" Faint Dawn propped his forehead and looked at his human with amusement.

"Where did you get that forbidden lock?"

Lan Muir was helpless, and pointed to his neck: "After all, I am still your slave in name, whether that thing is useful or not, it is better to wear it anyway." ”

Dim: "Well, it's lost." ”

Lanmuir: "Don't be kidding, don't you recognize fine silver, that's something you can lose?" ”

Dusk raised her eyebrows and said nothing, pretending not to understand. Ranmuir added: "If the young king sees that I have only been on the expedition with the king for a few months, he will return and unlock ......"

"I unloaded it." Dusk Yao lazily interrupted, "If she has any objections, she will either come to me to duel and defeat me to become the new king of the royal court, so that I will obey her orders, or hold back." ”

Lanmuir had nothing to say. He then asked if he wanted to ride a horse, and tactfully suggested that it was not good for the Demon King to be in the carriage with him like this, only to receive a negative answer again.

When Ranmuir tried to persuade again, it was too late.

In the distance, the desolate sound of drums and bells, and the sound of orderly footsteps, were heard. These are mixed together, brewing a thunderous spirit.

It was the big demons who stayed in the royal court, and under the leadership of the young king, they welcomed the return of the demon king.

"Alright."

Dusk patted Lanmuir on the shoulder: "Just go home, relax." ”

With that, he casually raised his hand to open the curtain in front of him and strode down-

Outside the open stone pillar hall, standing at the front was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old demon girl.

She had rare golden eyes, and her gaze was as sharp as a fiery eagle in the sky; Her bare body was wrapped in hard scales with a brownish sheen, her long brown-red hair of the same color as the scales was braided, and the slender horns on the top of her head silently showed her noble lineage.

Holding a huge beast bone scepter, she shouted, "My king returns!" ”

- This is the young king Tianpo, the future king of the royal court. Demon King Dusk Yao has been cultivating her as an heir for three years, and if she fights, she will be the second Lord of the Abyss.

Tada, the eldest high priest in the royal court, took the beast bone scepter from Tianpo with his old hands, turned around and handed it to the oncoming figure, and shouted the same: "My king is back!" ”

Dozens of great demons knelt on the ground in unison and shouted, "My king is back!" ”

"Flame" Modo and "Wind" Asain, the two strongest generals under the command of the Demon King, stand on the left and right respectively. The Demon King came from the middle - he was tall and strong, and even the broken corners could not offset the evil aura and majesty of his body.

The beast bone scepter in the hands of the high priest Tada was taken, and Dusk Yao walked straight forward, asking as he went, "How is the royal court?" ”

The high priest replied in an old voice, "All is well, my king. ”

Dim: "Good. ”

At this moment, the golden-eyed girl raised her head and looked at Ranmuir in the carriage.

When she found that there was no longer a forbidden lock around the neck of the human, she first showed a hint of shock, and then let out a soft "snort", showing an undisguised look of disgust.

The dim light who was walking in front suddenly turned around, glanced at her meaningfully with red eyes, and laughed in a low voice: "Young King, pay attention to the rules." ”

Countless eyes were directed towards the golden-eyed girl. Tianpo's face turned blue and white for a while, and he immediately knelt on the ground: "Tianpo is rude, please give my king for sin." ”

The next moment, Tianpo only felt a pain in his right cheek.

In front of everyone's eyes, a brownish-red demon scale fell to the ground, with a few drops of blood stained on the edge.

Dim Yao slowly retracted his sharp claws: "Little punishment." ”

Tianpo: "...... Be! ”

Hiss......

Many demons exchanged frightened glances with each other.

It wasn't the fact that Tianpo was stripped of a scale. For the demons who fight and fight bloody at every turn, and their skin is open, dropping a scale is nothing at all, and after more than ten days, it will grow back again.

In the past, the Zhenzan tribe used to practice the punishment of "cutting scales", but it was also to peel off hundreds of scales from the whole body of the demons, and tie the scaled demons to the stone pillar and be roasted by the ground fire for three days, which can be called cruel.

If you really want to talk about heavy punishment, it has to be broken corners, cut off hands, and gouge out eyeballs.

It's just that Tianpo is a young king after all, and it is well known that she usually hates humans, and Lanmuir also lets her everywhere.

This time, the demon king had just triumphed, but he peeled her a scale in public. This is a clear indication of attitude, but also a warning.

The high priest touched his long beard and secretly sighed: It seems that this expedition, Lord Lanmuir has made a lot of meritorious service.

Ranmuir frowned, he lifted the curtain, struggled out of the car, and slowly walked to Faint.

He intentionally or unintentionally stood between the demon king and the young king, bowed his head and said softly: "My king, the soldiers have been running for a long time, and they are already tired. ”

She glanced at him faintly, but didn't say anything more. The episode was soon revealed, and the army was then disbanded, and the soldiers were led by the general to their respective camps. As for the Watie people who came with the army, they were temporarily resettled long before entering the royal court and no longer followed.

In the blink of an eye, the mighty team dispersed, and only the young king Tianpo, the high priest Tada, a team of demon guards, and the demon king's human slaves remained by the demon king's side.

When the familiar palace came into view, Dusk Yao deliberately took a few steps behind and naturally walked beside Lanmuir.

He handed the bone staff in his hand into Lanmuir's arms, and then instructed the guards beside him: "You guys, send the royal bone staff back to the palace." ”

“……”

Lanmuir shook his head helplessly, the high priest squinted at the sky with old eyes, and the young king was so angry that he secretly grinded his teeth.

And the guards are doing their best to control their expressions and stay serious.

How do you describe this...... My king can directly order "send Lord Lanmuir back to the palace", but he has to add the noble royal bone staff......

In the end, it was naturally Lan Muir who came to play the round and maintain the shaky face of the Demon King.

He smiled gently, made a deferential demeanor, and said, "My king is at ease, the slave will carefully send the royal bone staff back to the palace." ”

Dusk was satisfied.

"I probably won't be back tonight," he said, taking two steps closer to Ranmuir and touching the slave's face, "don't wait for me. ”

"Yes," understood Ranmuir, "will our king return tomorrow?" ”

Dusk: "It's hard to say, what?" ”

Lanmuir hesitated as he opened his lips.

When the sun first returned to the royal court, the high priest and the young king must have many important things to report; The details of the follow-up settlement of the tribesmen of the Watie tribe also need to be discussed. In addition, according to the custom, on the day of the Demon King's victory and return, the royal court will have a ceremony to celebrate...... There's a lot of work to come.

He didn't know if he was not good at saying this at this time.

But it's really headless to drag it on. His body has deteriorated step by step in the past two years, and the actual seizure was four or five months ago. At that time, in time for the rebellion of the Watie tribe, after thinking about it, Lan Muir still felt that he couldn't distract him at this juncture, so he kept suppressing it and didn't say anything.

Now the Demon King's victory is a chance. If you don't open your mouth at this time, when you get caught in a faint by the onset of the disease, the unlucky one will be the old witch doctor Tagu-sama.

Therefore, Lanmuir only hesitated for a moment, and still confessed:

"Slaves have a ...... It's not urgent, but it's important, and I want to say it to my king alone. ”

Dusk raised an eyebrow. He saw the early morning mist loom over the outlines of the palace, and the white robes of humans appeared more generous in the wind.

Lanmuir whispered, "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." ”

The Demon King stared at this man, and the thought that had been spinning in his mind for a long time recently came out restlessly.

If, in the future, Lanmuir is not made a slave, but ......

"Coincidentally." Dimmy squinted, holding the shelf more or less deliberately, "I also have something to tell you that is not urgent, but it is still important." ”

Lanmuir was visibly stunned.

“…… Be. That's all he could answer.

"Go ahead, I'll be back tomorrow night at the latest."

Dim Yao raised his eyes and motioned for the guards to go with Ranmuir.

He himself stood there, watching Ranmuir's thin figure enter the door of the dormitory. This person's demeanor when he walks is always dignified, even if the ground under his feet is abyss, as if he is walking on a path full of flowers and herbs.

So behold, Ranmuir has long since ceased to look like a slave. Dim Yao secretly thought in his heart: The demons of the royal court, including his own subordinates whose hearts are higher than the sky, all call him Lord if they count each other; The bone staff that symbolizes the king of the royal court, he has taken it I don't know how many times, and he has not even been able to symbolically panic for a moment...... Where in the world is there such a slave?

But if you are a queen, all the irrationality will become reasonable.

After all, if his position at the time was not that of a captive, a slave, or a trophy, but that he was forced to marry a queen who was a foreign race and a relative, many of the problems now would no longer be a problem.

So. I thought dizzily, so I ......

Why didn't I think about it in this direction at the beginning?

"My king?" Tianpo snorted in confusion.

"What are you thinking?"

“…… It's nothing. ”

The Demon King finally withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's go." ”

……

As she remembers it, it was the end of the first year, the beginning of the second year.

When the cold winter wind and snow completely stained the abyssal earth white, the demon king broke off the tiger tooth on the right from his beast bone throne.

He summoned Dogu and said, "I need to refine a bone key for the forbidden locks to control my slaves." ”

"My king!"

The old witch doctor, who had been called to help, shouted incomprehensibly as he drew a charm on the parchment, "Why bother, you can't just chain him!" ”

Dim: "It's a human, it's too delicate to wear anything like that." Don't you see that his hands and feet are going to wear out? ”

The demon king threw the beast tooth in his hand twice at random: "Just use this as his chain." ”

Tagu knew what the king meant. Engrave the spell corresponding to the forbidden lock on the bone fragment to make the "key" of the forbidden lock. It is convenient to apply punishment at any time, and it can also control the movement of the lock-wearer within a certain range.

The slaves often complained that it would be nice to put a lock on all the slaves. Then all they need to do is hold the bone key in their hands and sit on the back of the wild sheep in a graceful manner. Whoever dares to fall behind will surely taste the bitterness of the spell.

But......

The corners of Duogu's eyes twitched, and he thought painfully: It's not that we don't have bone fragments that can be used to quench spells, why does my king want to break it from his noble throne!

also specially broke the tiger tooth on the right side, is this eager to remind the entire royal court all the time that he was cut off the right corner by the human saint monarch!?

When the old witch doctor asked the king his question as tactfully as possible, the faint glow, who was refining the beast's tooth himself, fell silent.

The Demon King couldn't help but rethink this question-

What did he send Ranmuir to the abyss for?

It was late at night, and there was only the whining of the wind in the dormitory. The Demon King sat next to the slave and fiddled with the enchanted beast tooth bone key: "Lanmuir, if you want to live, it must be of some use to me." ”

"I brought the enemy into the abyss, I can't offer a god son for the sake of good food and drink, right?"

"You're right." Lanmuir frowned and groaned with him, as if equally distressed.

The gap between human physical fitness and the demon race is too great, and the hard work that the demon slaves often do, Lan Muir can't do any of them.

And if you are simply tethered to the palace as an ornamental pet, this person is not obedient enough, as evidenced by the last captivity.

Of course, Dusk can also choose to erase his mark from Lanmuir's forbidden lock, making him an ownerless and fending for himself in the abyss.

But the end of this is doomed. There are too many demons here who hate him, and Lanmuir is still alive because of the king's protection. A beautiful and powerless human being, if he loses his master, will be played to death in just one night.

Lanmuir thought for a moment, raised his eyes, and said, "If my king believes in me, maybe I can devote myself to learning the things of the abyss and give advice to the king......"

"Ranmuir." Dim Yao sneered and patted Lanmuir's cheek with Scaletail, "Enough is enough." I say one last time, you're a slave. ”

He looked down at the bone key lying in his palm, and coldly poured a little magic breath.

The effect of the spell activated, and the slave snorted in silence, his teeth biting his lip.

It seems that the effect of the enchantment is quite good.

"It's a hot potato."

Dim squinted at the slave for a long time, "I should have killed you early, burned you to a skeleton and hung it in my private vault." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and brushed away the long silver-gray hair that fell from Lanmuir's forehead, and looked at it for a long time: "Take off your clothes." ”

Lanmuir looked up blankly, a drop of blood still hanging on his lower lip, wanting to fall.

“…… My king? ”

"I'm going to have to find some use for you." The Demon King stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of the human lip, "Let's try Hehua first." ”

Ranmuir still didn't react. But Twilight had already stood up and walked to the large bed in the depths of the dormitory.

"Keep up," said the Demon King, "learn to follow your king at all times, or the thing around your neck will not let you go." ”

It wasn't until Dusk lifted the bed tent that Lanmuir suddenly reacted.

His face was visibly discolored, and he said in a trembling voice, "I...... No...... Can't ......"

"Can't? Miko abstinence, huh? Dimly looked at him playfully, "But at the beginning, it was you who said to obey me." Will you keep your faith, or will you keep your promise to me? ”

Lanmuir was stunned and stopped talking.

Call.

In the small brass candle, the flame was extinguished. Darkness fills the distance between humans and demons, and they seem to become shadows and then merge into one.