Amidst the laughter, the young boy and girl were taken care of by the stall owners on the food street. Later, Raas found out that the humans in the City of Trade were all refugees from the Ross Empire, but they were captured by the demons and bought by the owner of this place. However, according to their description, the owner was a scary and kind person. Although they were not equal to the demons, at least they received dignity and could work in exchange for a better life.
They had lost everything in the war, including their families. But now, they were still able to sit together, laughing and chatting.
Raas looked at the crowd and fell into deep thought. He looked at the girl's happy smile.
Marge, is she really happy?
No, Raas, who had also lost his parents, knew that a month or two was not enough to dilute the grief of losing his family. She must be like him. Every time she went to sleep, she would feel lost. Every time she woke up and couldn't see her parents, she would feel lost.
But she showed such a smile, and it was even when she was seriously ill.
Looking at the girl in the white dress, the young boy fell silent. His face gradually filled with a layer of gray.
The burning city, the three young boys standing at the city gate, the girl kneeling on the ground and crying, Yi Qi wiping his tears, and Raas standing in the same place, holding back his tears. He did not cry. He thought that this was strength, that he was the pillar that supported the two of them.
Actually, he was not. In the end, he realized that he was the one who was supported.
Bang!
Raas suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.
This shocked the people around him.
"What's wrong, boy?"
"I … I remember that I have something to do. Sorry, I'll leave first."
"Eh? What's the matter? "
Marge was a little confused. She was suddenly pulled away by the other party and left the stall.
"Nothing, let's go."
"Take care, boy. Remember to come again next time."
The stall owners did not mind.
Raas walked a little hurriedly, and Marge could not catch up behind him.
"Brother Raas, wait! Where are we going? "
"The hospital. You haven't recovered yet. You need to rest more."
Hearing this, Marge fell silent. She suddenly stopped and broke free from Raas's hand.
Raas turned around and looked at her in surprise.
Machi stood in the middle of the walkway. There were two rows of lush trees on both sides. When the breeze blew, leaves would often fall. A leaf landed on her dry, forked, lusterless hair. She lowered her head and remained silent.
But Russ could see the corners of her mouth curving up with effort, and the tears that slowly fell.
"I'm sorry, I never told you. Actually, my illness is incurable. The doctor said that it's because I was born lacking something compared to ordinary people. Even magic can't cure it."
She suddenly said.
Raas's lips trembled. Just as he was about to say something, Machi suddenly raised his head and said with a smile, "But don't worry, according to the doctor, I should have died ten years ago. Look, I'm still alive and well! So, don't worry about me, I'm still alive and well. "
Looking at Roland's thin face, sunken eyes, and still smiling face, Raas suddenly felt his legs go weak and he almost fell to the ground.
He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. This was probably the first time the other party had seen him cry. Human emotions were contagious. Machi also couldn't help but shed tears.
"You said before that you want to be my wife, right?"
"Yes!"
Madge nodded her head vigorously.
When she was young, lying on the hospital bed, she saw the young man for the first time. At that time, he appeared outside her window and made a shushing gesture with a smile. Then, he put a white flower on the windowsill.
This made the young girl who suffered from illness see the dawn of life.
"Then I'll make a promise with you. When you're 18, we'll get married."
"Yes!!"
Machi couldn't say anything. She just nodded very hard with all her might.
Evening
Machi fell into a coma again and lay on the hospital bed.
A black carriage arrived in front of the hospital. The coachman was a Rabbitman. Abby appeared at the entrance of the hospital and Raas stood beside her.
"I still have work to do. You have to find that lord yourself. Find Hala first and give her this letter. She should help you." Abby handed a letter to the young man.
"Yes, thank you."
The young man lowered his head and said to Abby. He would remember her kindness for the rest of his life.
Just like that, he boarded the black carriage and left the hospital alone. The black carriage moved into the depths of the forest under the cold white moonlight. The dark forest was filled with the cries of various beasts. But Raas didn't tremble in fear. Instead, he revealed a determined look and quietly looked out of the window.
The huge moon hung high in the sky. Many black bird shadows floated in the sky. But soon, the young man revealed a shocked expression.
The brightly lit city was like a painting of a flourishing age. It was a very large city, and it was unusually prosperous. He saw tall chimneys and beautiful lanterns hanging on the huge houses. Many of them were not lit yet, and it seemed like they were still preparing for it.
"How is it? It's beautiful, right?"
At this moment, the coachman suddenly said.
"Yes, it's spectacular. It's like a miracle."
"This is a miracle. A miracle brought by that lord. A year ago, this was just a wilderness."
The coachman said proudly.
Raas was in disbelief. The coachman with a straw hat and a blade of grass in his mouth looked back at the young man. After seeing the shock on his face, he shook his head happily.
A miracle? A miracle. Raas suddenly had a trace of expectation in his heart. Perhaps this mysterious lord of the land could bring him hope.
"Well, we're here. This is our hometown. Although I don't know what you're doing here, I still wish you good luck. Little human brother, bye bye."
The coachman patted Raas's back and then returned to the carriage.
Raas took a letter and waved goodbye to the coachman. Then he turned around and faced the unfamiliar demon city.
Almost all the people coming and going were demons. He was the only human. No one paid attention to him. Raas took a deep breath and stepped into the demon city.
Hala sat on the desk piled with documents. Her hair that was usually neatly combed was a little messy at this time. There were also dark circles under her eyes.
Even though it was late at night, she was still working hard because of the Demon King's plan. On the slightly messy table, there was a map with a prototype magic circle drawn on it.
At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted Hala's work.
"Who is it! Didn't I say not to disturb me if there's nothing! "
Hala suddenly lost her temper and scolded.
"Lady Hala, a human is looking for you."
A human? .
Hala tilted her ears and felt puzzled. Why was the smelter worker looking for her? Was he complaining about the work in the past few days?
Because of the Demon King's sudden assignment, the Ufa Great Forest was unprecedentedly busy. Almost every race and every worker was swamped with work.
"Let him in."
Hala sighed and put her hands on the desk, leaning her forehead against the back of her hands. "I know you're working hard, but everyone is so busy now. Can't you just hold on for a few more days?"
While she was complaining, she heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Hello, are you Ha, Hala?"
It was a young voice. Hala looked up and found that it was not a worker covered in oil, but a young boy. Moreover, she knew at a glance that this boy was not from here. She had never seen him before.
"I am, and you are?"
She showed a puzzled expression.
Raas stood straight, his hands clasped tightly to his sides. He looked very nervous. Suddenly, he bent down and took out a letter with his right hand, presenting it with both hands.
"Please! Please take a look at this letter. "
He was so nervous that he stuttered a little. Hala immediately woke up a lot. She yawned and took the letter from the boy.
It was written by Mel. Her seal was on the red wax seal of the envelope.
Hala opened the envelope and saw neat handwriting. She envied Mel for being able to write such neat and beautiful words. She often practiced secretly, but she still could not write such beautiful words.
"Dear Hala,
I'm sorry to disturb you so late. You should have seen that boy. He is the leader that master needs, but there was an accident and he is temporarily unable to complete the task. So, I hope you can help …
I wish you success in your work.
— Mel "
"Tsk! What a hypocrite. "
After reading the letter, Hala frowned and threw it aside. This made Raas very uneasy. He lowered his head and had a bad feeling.
Hala and Mel's relationship did not look good.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Hearing this, Raas hurriedly replied, "La, Raas."
"Then Raas, I'm sorry to tell you that my master is not seeing anyone right now."
Hala said faintly. She looked at the document again and began to work.
"I'll ask my men to arrange a room for you. I'm not sure when you can see him. Stay here for a few days."
Hearing this, Raas fell into silence.
A few days?
Marge's thin face appeared in Raas' mind. No, no!! She could not wait a day.
He clenched his fists, lowered his head, and shouted with his shoulders hunched, "Please think of a way! I beg you!! "
This shocked Hala, and then she became very unhappy. She frowned and said, "Can't you wait a few days?!"
Raas gritted his teeth. He did not want to see Marge's cold body when he returned. He did not want to be left alone in this world. His heartbeat suddenly sped up, and he suddenly became very agitated.
"My … my most important person, she, she can't wait! I must see that master, please help me. "
He shouted.
However, at this moment, his intense emotional fluctuations suddenly awakened a certain Demon King in the building above him.
In the dark room, a pair of eyes suddenly opened. The Demon King Richard, who had been unconscious for a few days, woke up.
At this moment, the room slowly lit up with candlelight. It was chaos inside. Books were scattered all over the floor, and the chair was in a mess. The Demon King was wrapped in a black cocoon-like thing, and the entire room was filled with black spider silk that held the cocoon in place.
This scene was familiar. That's right, it was the way one of his unreliable subordinates was born. The Demon King killed him once and used this method to give birth to him. That battle made the world discover his existence. Of course, he also became the Demon King.
Just like the Hero, when someone became a Hero, it would cause a series of anomalies. Most of them were in the weather, the red sky, countless lightning, and so on.
The root cause of these anomalies was the world injecting power into the Hero or the Demon King's body. And that power would form the Tear of God in the Hero's body. There would also be something similar in the Demon King's body, but it would miraculously disappear when the Demon King was destroyed.
The Demon King walked out of the black cocoon, his naked body covered in terrifying scales. In an instant, the black spider silk in the room turned into a black whirlwind and gathered in his hand, turning into a blade.
After that battle, the Demon King, who had been forcibly injected with the Demon King's power, did not feel good. The guy who called himself God still had consciousness and wanted to resist his absorption. Its power was much stronger than the Demon King had estimated, and even though the Demon King had cut off its connection with the outside world, it could still affect the outside world's magic. The Demon King's power also wanted to control the Demon King's thoughts, so three types of magic appeared in his body. The other two types of magic wanted to fight over the Demon King's body.
The battle of magic in the body was very dangerous. It could destroy a person's body from the inside out, and even their mind. This was also why the human body would reject and resist other people's magic.
But who was the Demon King?
He thought of a good idea. He used magic to extract his consciousness and most of his magic, lodging it in his blade. Then, he used life magic to melt his body into the most primitive state, wrapped it in a cocoon, and turned it into an embryo.
At this time, the magic of the main body that suddenly left the battlefield would cause the situation to change from a three-way confrontation to a two-way confrontation. The magic of the God Gaia and the Demon King's power began a fierce battle, and the Demon King, who was watching the battle from the side, saw the opportunity. When they exhausted each other to the point where they could no longer pose a threat to him, he used life magic to reconstruct his body in an instant and made these two forces part of his body, fusing them into a new body. At this time, they would never be able to resist the Demon King and could only become a part of him.
The Demon King called this process Nirvana Rebirth.
However, according to his calculations, he should not have woken up so early, but he was awakened. He closed his eyes and instantly found the culprit that woke him up.
He gained a new perception and connected with everything, making them his own body. For the Demon King at this time, the whole city was like his body, and countless people were walking on his body.
He could feel every step in the city, feel the weight of a bird perched on a tree branch, and even feel the emotional fluctuations of every creature in the city. The city was his ears, his eyes, and his nose. As long as he focused, he could know everything that happened in the city.
But that consumed too much mental power.
And the reason why the Demon King was awakened was because of a violent emotional fluctuation. If the emotions of ordinary people were small ripples on the surface of a lake, then this person's emotions were surging waves.
"Let him in."
At this time, the unhappy Hala suddenly heard the Demon King's voice, and he did not know where it came from, as if the other party was right beside him.
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