Many years ago, the guy who was defeated at the hands of the Demon King basically had no way to live.

The demons are already thirsty for killing. Faint and young, with broken horns and a bad fate, before meeting Lan Muir, he was completely killed by a mountain of corpses.

From one-on-one gladiatorial battles to wars between tribes, according to the creed of the Faint, if you don't surrender before the battle, then the eight achievements are life and death.

Countless unlucky demons died at his hands, all of which were burned out of their bones and hung in his private vault.

It's just that later, the demon king stayed with the Holy Monarch day after day, and he was more or less pickled, and his murderous nature decreased year by year, and occasionally he would let go of his defeat and die.

In the seventh year of the Holy Monarch's descent into the abyss, when Duyao returned from a campaign in the north, he lazily pushed open the door of his small storehouse with a pair of blue-black corners...... He suddenly realized that he really hadn't stuffed bones here for a long time.

Squeak –

At dusk, the iron door carved with the evil tiger, the giant python and the golden bead opened on both sides, and the demon king entered his private treasury.

Many tribal leaders like to fill their private vaults with curiosities and gems, but Dusk has little interest in shiny things.

His treasure trove was more of the horns of the Great Demon killed in duels, the spoils of war taken from the conquest of the tribes, and the fur, teeth, and skulls of the behemoths he had hunted with his own hands.

When Ranmuir first stepped into this place, he showed a very subtle expression about Wang's somewhat strange collector's fetish.

He also said, "It seems that when I die, my king will surely burn me out of a complete skeleton and put it in the most conspicuous place." ”

"Why put you in the most prominent place, huh?" The Demon King hummed.

Lanmuir didn't answer, he looked around, and finally pointed to a rather empty high place in the middle and said, "Look, it feels very good here." ”

Angry and funny, he said, "Okay, then leave your future bones." ”

But a year later, when Dusk Yao conquered the western Luolu tribe, he hung up the pair of big horns of the leader Luolu.

When Lanmuir came in again, he looked a little lost. Obviously, he liked the position.

Fortunately, the Demon King has found another way to bully slaves. He deliberately asked Ranmuir to pick again, and every time a human picked a favorite position, he would use the next trophy to take it, and then tease Ranmuir to look at it as if he were a fool.

It was only after repeating this many times that Lanmuel finally realized that the king was just making fun of him...... This human being is really easy to deceive in some things.

There was a soft pop.

Dusk casually hung the corner of the tile iron in a corner.

The big boss who had been rampant in the north for many years finally died under his sword, but the demon king was absent-minded.

He was thinking of Ranmuir and the phrase "less urgent but still important."

For some reason, Dimmy Flare has been flustered lately at the thought of Lanmuir. I always feel that the human body seems to have deteriorated a little again, and the temperament seems to be a little quieter. Sometimes it's very close, but it's always like an ethereal mist, and you can't catch it or see it clearly.

But those bad days are over, aren't they?

In the past seven years, whether it is hatred or hurt, whether it is turmoil or war, they have stumbled over, and they have all come to a place with a bright future.

Maybe it's because of guilt. Dim Yao thought to himself, he really didn't do very well in the past few years, that is, Lan Muir's ridiculous good temper, he actually endured it.

So, be kind to the slaves in the future.

The forbidden lock has been removed, and the next step is to consider the seal.

What is the right reward? Not to mention anything else, as the king of the royal court, he can't always open his mouth empty-handed to propose.

It's a pity that Lanmuir has been with him for too long, and there are no treasures in the royal court's treasury that no one knows. Dusk Yao quietly pondered for a few days, and felt that there was only this place, this demon king's private treasure house, and it was possible to surprise him a little.

Twilight walked around the treasury, first picking a longbow inlaid with pearls and broken gold.

It was a birthday gift that the leader of the year, Rolu, had prepared for his ten-year-old daughter, and it was very light and luxurious. It's a good idea to give it to Ranmuir.

Stimulated by the ambush on the way home, Faint finally decided to equip the humans with weapons.

In fact, he had already had this idea, but he always suspected that Lanmuir would stab him in the middle of the night. And now the Demon King saw himself clearly—his sanity was still suspicious, but his instincts were no longer the slightest wary of Lanmuir.

So if you don't give weapons, the result may be the same, so it's better to give it.

After looking at it for a while, Dusk shook his head, put the longbow down, and went deeper.

In the depths of the treasure house, there is a place that is clearly empty.

There are more than a dozen items on the half-human-high coral stone platform, and a few on the walls. Their workmanship is exquisite, with a faint sense of sacredness, which is very different from the rugged style of the rest of the collections.

A slender and awe-inspiring cross sword of light, a pair of short daggers that fit snugly around the waist, a dark silver robe painted with sacred charms, a set of soft armor blessed by a defensive circle, and a small statue of the Mother of Light......

There was also a snow silver leaf harp, three scrolls of blazing sun spells, a few yellowed old history books, and all sorts of miscellaneous things that the dim light couldn't recognize.

It's all old things from Ranmuir.

Seven years ago, when the demons withdrew from the human world, Dusk Yao asked the Holy Monarch to take his private belongings away, and Lanmuir obeyed.

It's a pity that only the golden bow that the Demon King misses the most, Lanmuir said that it is a sacred object of the Brett Temple, and it does not belong to him, so he cannot bring it down the abyss.

In the middle of the coral stone platform, there is also an iron box.

The Demon King stretched out his hand, and his palm was clasped on the lid of the box for a long time before he made up his mind to open it.

The familiar honey-gold dagger, quietly shining, lay on the red silk.

“……”

Dusk picked it up gently, a little distracted.

He and Lanmuir, spanning fourteen years of love, hatred and fate, are here.

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When the Demon King came out of the private vault, it was already late at night.

He finally picked up the Snow Silver Leaf Harp, and as for the luxurious longbow that he first fancied, the Demon King was ready to temper it himself before giving it to him.

In the end, I don't know what kind of ghost I had, I brought out the honey gold dagger.

“…… My king? ”

Suddenly, the girl's voice sounded behind her.

Faint turned. I saw Tianpo standing there, his face pale: "What you have in your hand is ...... What is it? ”

Faint raised eyebrows.

When he personally stripped Lanmuir of his mana, Tianpo, who had not yet been named a young king, watched from the sidelines, and she recognized the dagger.

"Your tone is like you're questioning me?" The Demon King walked over.

"Tianpo doesn't dare," Tianpo knelt on one knee and reverently kissed the scaly tail that hung on the ground, "My king, the place of my blood and soul!" ”

But she gritted her teeth again and raised her head: "But Lanmuir is a human being, he was once the king of men, my king!" How can you-"

Dusk: "You also said that he 'was' was." ”

Dim: "Today's Lanmuir is not only no longer a saint, but even a pure-blooded human being. He has done more for the abyss than I do. What are you afraid of? ”

"The ...... he did for the abyss"

Tianpo sneered: "Yes, he has assisted the king by his side over the years, and has done a lot for the abyss. He even said that he would open the barrier of Gassel and let the sun shine on the abyss! ”

"—But my king, do you dare to believe such nonsense?"

"If the barrier is completely shattered, Gassel's miasma will flow to the world in an instant, and corpses will be scattered all over the field, and there will be no land!!"

The demon girl's golden eyes were as sharp as her voice: "Seven years ago, in order to stop the escaping miasma, three elders died in the human temple of light, and at that time, it was just my king who tore a gap between it when the enchantment was weak!" ”

"Now, will Lanmuir take the initiative to open the barrier? That's a monarch who is willing to go into the abyss and be a slave for the sake of his people! ”

"No matter how merciful you are, can you love the demons more than the human race!?"

“……”

Twilight didn't speak.

He knows what Tianpo said. How many sleepless nights of suspicious people had been thinking about these bloody words before, and said to himself: Wake up, Lanmuir can't be so sincere to you.

But now, actually, now......

"What's more, this person has been very wrong since he entered the abyss." Tianpo's gaze turned cold, "A god son who has been pampered since childhood, was rejected by his own people, and fell into the hands of the demon clan, can still be so open-minded and compassionate. ”

What faith did he rely on to maintain clarity of mind? Could it be to save a group of aliens who had just captured his royal city? But if you had the idea of bearing the burden of humiliation from the beginning—"

"Tianpo." Faint and deep voice.

In the blink of an eye, Tianpo's expression became sad again: "My king, Tianpo knows what you are thinking. Impossible, impossible...... Terran and Demonic ...... It can only be an undying enemy. ”

"My king, Tianpo begs you, don't give him back your mana...... What if he really has bad intentions? The abyss is decided, and the royal court cannot live without my king......"

“……”

Faced with this little girl who was raised by himself and has always been devoted to himself, he really couldn't open his mouth and said: I understand the truth, but he ...... now I don't care anymore.

Even if Lan Muir really wanted to kill him at the big ceremony after the seal, it would just be one more fight, and then life and death.

If he dies, the young king Tianpo will be the second demon king. If he could misunderstand Lan Muir after seven years of getting along—which means that if the Holy Monarch really wanted to do something to the entire demon race—then there was also Tianpo as the last line of defense.

But he couldn't say that.

"Look at what you say."

The Demon King was silent for a long time, and could only bend down and touch the corner of the young king: "Even if Lan Muir really has bad intentions, I can be easily killed by him?" ”

The corners of Tianpo's mouth twitched, and she thought: Isn't it, look at the way you look now!

As long as the human smiles and beckons, you can bow your head and show your neck—

"My king, Tianpo knows that he can't convince you."

In the end, the demon girl gritted her back teeth: "But if you insist on returning the mana to the human saint monarch, at least ......"

"Please go to Tada, the high priest, and make a decision before you make a decision."