At that moment, Dim Yao's heart was complicated.

Golden sunshine and blue sky, fragrant flowers and spring breeze...... These are the things of the world that he really longed for when he was young.

But time has passed, and now he no longer has illusions about these ethereal things.

"What's there to see," Dusk Flare retracted his gaze nonchalantly, "You don't really think that demons are rare things in the world? Instead of looking at the flowers, it is better to have more deformed beans. "

Ranmuir was stunned, lowered his eyelids and stopped talking, as if he had been hit hard.

— but to think that this is the end of the matter would be to be too ignorant of Ranmuir.

One day after the cold winter, the demon king asked this man to go to his private treasury to pick a reward, and the human actually took a small bag of seeds out.

Dim looked at him with a headache: "......"

His original intention was to let Lanmuir get back the old things he had in the temple, such as the harp, such as the statue of the god, who would have thought ......

With anticipation in his eyes, he said, "My king, I still want to plant, please allow your slaves to plant a little."

Dusk: "I told you you you can't grow this thing."

Lanmuir: "Even if you can't plant it, what's the loss?"

"Didn't you waste your energy in vain?"

"It's just entertainment, my king likes to ride horses, and the demons dance around the bonfire, isn't it also a waste of energy?"

"…… That's how you want to plant!" yes, please, I really want to plant. ”

The Demon King did not resist the slave's wistful gaze, and a few days later, he took Lanmuir to the Barrier Cliff.

It was a rare good day for the abyss, with a thin miasma and a pleasant breeze. Lanmuir wore linen clothes that were not easy to stain, and his long hair was braided.

He sat on his knees among the cliffs, dug through the not very fertile soil between the crevices with his knife, planted the seeds in them, and covered the soil with his hands. Dusk stood bored and watched: "...... Your flowers won't grow in the future, don't say I didn't warn you. "

Lanmuir replied perfunctorily. The Demon King waited for a while, then simply sat down cross-legged on the cliff, propped his cheeks, and stared at the faint lines on the Gathel barrier.

Ranmuir finally unscrewed the water bladder and poured a little water on it. He turned around and shouted, "My king."

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#34; It's over?"

Faint Yao walked over, grabbed his hand, and patted the dirt in his palm: "Go, go back." ”

Lanmuir smiled, his fingertips still stained with a little dirt, and pointed to the enchantment: "Do you want to learn the magic circle?"

This topic jumped a little too fast, and the demon king was stunned: "What learning?" Circle science, light circle, "human beings are full of innocence, "The essence of the Gaso enchantment is the magic circle."

Dusk suddenly had a sense of crisis that he had fallen into the trap. He narrowed his eyes: "What are you playing again?"

Lanmuir smiled slightly, revealing his scheming frankly: "It takes sunshine to grow flowers."

From the fifth year onwards, Lanmuir began to write books.

Perhaps sensing the urgency of time from his declining physical strength, he began to pave the way for future generations.

But soon, Lanmuir discovers that the literacy rate of the demons is too low. I tried to start planning for education, but I found that the current situation of the abyss was far from supporting the popularization of culture.

-- Without fundamentally changing the harsh environment of Gassel, no matter how much cultivation is encouraged, it will not be possible to grow high-quality and abundant crops. And when you don't have enough food to survive, where is the energy to learn words and knowledge?

Even if he had made a law in the royal court forbidding cannibalism, all it took was a bitter winter or a series of rains that would have brought everything apart with the advent of famine.

Lanmuir realized wearily that the hurdle that he couldn't avoid was still the enchantment.

After a circle, I returned to square one again.

But now Ranmuir has learned wisely, and no longer says dangerous things to the Demon King, "Do you want to open the barrier of Gassel?"

He knew that Faint often fell into a struggle between emotion and reason in dealing with him, and even though "Faint" wanted to believe him, the "Demon King" did not dare to easily believe "Faint" judgment.

So Lanmuir tried to make a detour, since Dusk couldn't agree to him as a human touching the enchantment, how about simply teaching the magic circle to the demons? Even if it's just a little thinner?

There is no reason not to agree.

On the first day of learning, the Demon King was full of interest.

On the fifth day, it was difficult to show its face.

On the tenth day, the pain gradually became painful.

In the first month, the eyes began to be dead.

In the second month, I tried my best to skip class.

The third month...

"Something!"

The Demon King collapsed and rolled the sheepskin into the ground and slammed it: "Fuck off!"

Lanmuir stood beside the table and tried his best to comfort: "My king, it's not difficult, try harder."

Faint scolded bitterly: "Can't learn, get out!"

Lanmuir: "As long as you understand this rule, the rest will be easy!"

Dusk: "You said that a month ago, and you said so two months ago!"

The white-robed human was at a loss. He holds a pen in one hand and writes in the other

The parchment roll full of calculation rules, and then look at the empty palace, a frustration.

In fact, in the beginning, Lanmuir's apprentice was not just a demon king.

He thought that teaching one was also teaching, and teaching more than one was also teaching, so he enthusiastically called the young Wang Tianpo, who was the successor of the royal court, the old priest Tada, who was in charge of knowledge, and the four disciples carefully selected by Tada.

Now, it's all gone.

Lanmuir was sad. Is his lecture really so bad....

But when you think about it, it's actually quite normal.

As a son of God, Lanmuir studied this knowledge under the guidance of the elders since he was a child, and later studied it for a period of time, so that he could enter the hall at a young age in the attainment of the magic circle.

The cultural level of the demon race is already worrying, and it is even more difficult to learn a human spell from scratch than to ascend to the sky!

Lanmuel was helpless: "My king, perhaps...... Let me do the matter of the Gassel Barrier?"

Dusk Yao had already been drained of his energy by the Circle Study, and he collapsed in his chair without love. Hearing this, he sat up straight again, glaring angrily: Wait, Ranmuir! You won't be deliberately torturing me, and when I admit that I can't learn, I will take advantage of the idea of enchantment-

Ranmuir:

The Demon King was not reconciled, and he pointed to the parchment roll he had just thrown out domineeringly: Pick it up! Ranmuir obediently went to pick it up.

Dusk pointed in front of him again: Come here, continue teaching.

Lanmuir smiled: Okay.

When he was whipped by the magic circle again, the demon king was in a trance and thought...... I can't be provoked by the opposite.

But at least, Dusk knows one thing.

Lies can make up a person's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and a person's past experiences, but they can never make up such intricate and logically interlocking knowledge.

This must be the result of thousands of years of wisdom. The more you learn, the more you will be able to appreciate the vastness of knowledge.

The Demon King then picked up the pen again, thinking in a secret heart: If he can really comprehend the magic circle science, will one day, he be able to convince himself and the other demons - Lan Muir claims that he is willing to open the enchantment for the demons, is it sincere?

Later, the days passed.

He was really pushed by Lanmuir, half-coaxed and half-deceived, soft and hard, and learned the magic circle in his spare time.

As for how much of it was to open the hope of the enchantment, and how much was to prove Lanmuir's "innocence", he couldn't tell.

At that time, Twilight was not in a hurry.

At that time, he felt that there was still a long time.

The royal court is getting better, their relationship is getting better, and both he and Ranmuir are still young. Whether it's practicing the Circle Study, breaking the barrier of Gassel, or trusting all the human beings, you can be cautious and don't rush for a while.

Little did it happen to him that just two years later, he would be able to shake the enchantment under the guidance of Ranmuir. The sun shone on the cliff of the barrier, and flowers and plants popped up.

Two years later, too, Ranmuir would lean into his arms, pale and emaciated, and hold his arm quietly, and say—

"My king must make a decision early, my time is running out."

In the darkness, blood stained the trembling fingers, and one or two drops of bright red fell from between the fingers.

Ranmuir slowly picked up the handkerchief, first wiped his fingertips hastily, and then covered his mouth, spitting out the remaining blood from his mouth.

The breathtaking night fills the wooden houses like the sea. Faint held him from behind, gently stroked his back, and pressed her chin very lightly against his head.

Lanmuir put the handkerchief aside, patted the faint, and smiled weakly: Alright, it's all right...... Go to bed.

Since moving to Barrier Bluff, his condition has eased briefly. But the calm days suddenly came to an end.

Ranmuir began to experience symptoms again, pain, coughing up blood, dizziness, and sometimes falling into a coma...... This time, the signs of decay are even more pronounced. …… Ranmuir.

The Demon King suddenly spoke hoarsely.

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He furrowed his slender eyebrows and wiped the traces of water with his palm: "I don't think I've ever seen you cry."

In the darkness of the night, the Demon King's eyes were wet. But his expression was quite calm, and he said, "In the royal court before, I went to old Tada once for divination...... Divination your business.

What is the result?

The Demon King slowly pulled out a smile and nodded the human eyebrows: Until the snow, you are still alive and well. Lanmuir said abruptly: However, the first snow of the year is ...... Ahem, it shouldn't be long. The faint smile faded sadly.

Are the Divine Sons so ruthless, he thought to himself. Like the gods they believe in, who never really come, but only watch the birth and death of all things with a cold eye?

Ranmuel said, "Let my king make a decision sooner."

"Sleep." Dusk Yao bowed his head and kissed him, Tomorrow, I have a few questions for you.

And so Ranmuir's heart stirred with joy in this weak shell.

Perhaps, that final moment is coming. His demon king is about to pronounce his fate, and set the end of this long and fleeting seven years.

Thinking so, he closed his heavy eyes with peace of mind, struggling to hold on to each breath, his ribcage rising and falling. Slowly, consciousness dissipated little by little, little by little, like sugar crystals melted in water.