Chapter 1015 [Observation] So this was your real purpose
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Several days passed, and Christie finally saw the man, who was lying in the room and nowhere to be seen, appear.
He still had the appearance of an angelic high priest, only the three pairs of wings on his back were gone.
"Ready to quit?"
The man appeared beside Christie, his elbow resting on Christie's shoulder, and half of his body weight leaning on him.
“Of course.” Christie smiled and closed the book in her hand.
"Then let's go."
Christie nodded.
During the few days that Mr. [Name] was resting, he had already taken care of the remaining matters and could now leave directly.
They could just pack up and go.
"..."
Christie stood at a distance, watching the gentleman surrounded by a bunch of sheep.
"Sir, aren't you in a hurry to go to the Demon Clan?" he reminded him.
"No rush," the man said lazily, stroking the head of a pretty little lamb. "We'll play for a while first."
Christie smiled. "You said the same thing six months ago, sir."
The man paused, looking at Christie with feigned surprise. "Really? Time flies."
As he spoke, he shooed away the enthusiastic sheep around him, stood up and walked towards Christie, "Let's go over there now."
As soon as they finished speaking, they appeared at the border of the demon race, and the man's appearance changed accordingly, with obvious demonic features.
Christie looked at him.
The man glanced at him and said, "You should change too."
The two entered the demon territory as if it were their first time there.
The little devil on guard paused for a moment when he saw the lord, then his expression changed and he exclaimed with delight, "Lord Demon King! You're back!"
Christie: ?
The man grunted in agreement and led Christie further inside, casually asking the little devil, "Has anything happened while I was gone?"
“Yes, three months ago, a demon from the Nightmare Clan came looking for the previous Demon King, but after learning of his death, they suddenly launched a devastating attack on us. Furthermore, according to our investigation, the Angel Clan also encountered a similar situation.” The little demon briefly highlighted the key points. “Afterward, we went to the Nightmare Clan, but for some reason, their territory had become a dead city.”
"Hmm." The man responded listlessly, waving his hand to let the little devil continue his guard duty.
Christie followed him to the Demon King's palace.
"Are they subconsciously treating you like a demon king?"
He asked a question, but didn't seem to have much doubt.
“That’s convenient.” The man slumped lazily in his chair, waiting for Christie to pour him some tea.
Christie's lips twitched slightly, feeling like she wasn't out for a vacation, but rather there to serve others.
The man took the teacup, but paused just as he brought it to his lips. "Hmm? Nightmare Demon Clan?"
"What's wrong?" Christie asked, looking at him.
“Speaking of the Nightmare Clan… I seem to have forgotten something.” The man rested his head on one hand, a thoughtful look on his face.
He remained in that position, as if frozen in time.
He didn't move, and Christie didn't call out to him either.
Time passed quietly for a while, and Christie, who had been watching the gentleman, noticed that his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
“Sir?” Christie called out softly, almost instinctively.
The man snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Christie who looked somewhat worried, and yawned slowly. A hint of drowsiness seemed to flash across his eyes. "I can't remember."
Christie looked at him for two seconds before slowly saying, "Don't force yourself if you can't remember."
“I didn’t force him.” The man glanced at him.
Christie nodded. "Yes, you didn't force me."
He smiled slightly, lowering his head to hide the thoughtful look in his eyes.
However, just as he lowered his head, a faint, almost imperceptible "click" sound seemed to drift through the air.
"?" Christie looked up, craning his neck to look at the space above him, but saw nothing. It was as if the faint sound he had just heard was just his imagination. A look of doubt flashed in his eyes. "What was that sound?"
He looked at the man, only to find that the man was looking at him with a deep, unwavering gaze.
"Just now? There was no sound just now, you must have misheard."
The man lowered his eyes slightly and replied casually.
"..." Christie paused for a moment, then stared at the man with her eyes half-lowered. "Sir, you really don't lie."
"Hmm." The man nodded nonchalantly. "I will learn."
Christie: "..."
Asa: "..."
She became even more resentful.
Although some details reveal that there are reasons why Mr. Forgot, it does not diminish his jealousy of R.
Asa glared fiercely at the back of R's head.
R completely ignored the burning gaze behind him.
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They stayed with the demon race for one hundred years and twenty months.
When the new Demon King was born, the Master skillfully escaped, taking Christie to visit other races and see all sorts of scenery.
It could be said that Christie followed her husband around as a scoundrel her whole life... ah, she witnessed the world's biodiversity through her husband's company.
Within the Elven race.
The gentleman fanned his thin wings on his back and lazily perched on a white flower.
And Christie was right next to him.
"Where will you go after leaving the Elven race?" he asked.
"There's nowhere else to go for now." The gentleman nestled contentedly among the fragrant flowers, leisurely enjoying the warm sunshine.
"Hmm?" Christie raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Let's go back to the island..."
Christie didn't quite hear, but when she leaned closer, she found that the man was already asleep.
"..."
I must say, the gentleman is more humane when he's asleep than when he's awake.
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"Let's go."
"Where to?" Christie glanced at the man.
They are leaving the Elven race today.
The man casually grabbed his arm, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Didn't we talk about going to the island last time?"
When Christie heard those words, a familiar sight flashed before her eyes, and then the man let go of her hand.
Looking at the pleasant natural scenery before him, he turned to look at his teacher, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Hmm..." The man thought for a moment, "This is a secluded island, I'll give it to you."
Christie: ? ?
Where exactly did you change your mind and say you wanted to give me this island?
"That's the decision."
Seeing that Christie didn't answer, the man naturally made a unilateral decision, "I'm too lazy to manage it anyway."
Christie: "..."
Oh, so that's what you were after.
He nodded helplessly, "Okay, I'll manage it for you."
The man glanced at him with a slight smile, "I said I'd give it to you, so here you are. Take a look and see if you need anything. Do whatever you want with it."
He then pointed to the only building on the island not far away, saying, "I'm going to stay in there. Don't bother me unless it's something important."
Without waiting for Christie's reply, he vanished in the blink of an eye.
Christie paused for a moment, then shook her head helplessly.
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