Chapter 37 Forbidden Book [VIP]
The ancestors of every race have countless beautiful stories passed down to the world.
Before the rise of the demon ancestor, an astrologer predicted his fate and called it the brightest star in an era.
The divination site at that time was in Hongrong City.
Therefore, to this day, the ten central cities radiating from Hongrong City still attach great importance to the fate of the crown prince.
After making the call to "be strong in order to forge iron", Lujia clearly saw the expressions on the faces of the nearby demons. The high-ranking royal family members all had extremely solemn expressions, while the people of the region who were discussing below were continuously excited.
Second Princess Eve actually took the initiative to communicate with Luke: "Look, Princess Mary is about to get angry."
Lu Jia said calmly: "What should we do? Let her bear with it."
Can't kill her.
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Lujia looked at the astrologer and the chief witch again, "Excuse me, am I the most brilliant nemesis in an era?"
Even the chief witch would not dare to say that divination could cover the breadth of an era.
She said: "The best in the world."
The witch's eyes kept lingering on Luke, wondering how he could live to this day with such a fate.
The astrologer, who had always been at odds with witches, seemed to have the same doubt and said in an incredible tone: "A miracle."
This is the real miracle!
He temporarily stepped down from the horoscope, eager to report this matter to his guide on the road to growth—the greatest astrologer currently living in the Holy City.
The reporters around became even more excited when they heard this.
If it weren't for the presence of the royal family, they would have wanted to shove the photo stone into Luke's face.
This explosive news is definitely the best in Magic World this year!
Lujia made a great show of himself, and after politely greeting the Lord of Hongrong City, he prepared to leave.
To become a legend, you need to know how to leave blank space.
Under the starry sky, the least favored young crown prince is accompanied by dragons on both sides. The short-haired young man next to him also looks extraordinary. Behind him, the complex gazes of witches, astrologers and royal forces follow him like a shadow.
At this moment, the impression that Iliad was a born waste was completely erased from the minds of the people in the Demon Realm present.
"I heard that his speech at Klin Tower was a great success."
This is something that no other princes in history have ever done.
"Why didn't I realize before that this prince is actually quite outstanding?"
No matter how good your fate is, it will sound a bit empty. But Iliad's is very down-to-earth!
He looked very hopeful.
Facts speak louder than words. Alec lost the duel, the Demon King inexplicably fought with the Dragon Clan in the Wanchao Conference, etc. Everyone believed that he was really unlucky with his relatives!
The fact that Iliad is still alive is itself a demonstration of his strength.
Among the countless gazes directed at Luke, one was particularly cold.
After entering the aging period, Princess Mary became more moody and regretted that she should have nipped this change in the bud.
Under the starry sky there is a kind of silent shackles, which are the rules set by the ancestor of the demon clan, and they cover the demon realm forever like the starry sky.
Not to mention her, even the Demon King cannot interfere excessively during the hunting trip.
"I hope that little beast will take the initiative to leave the Demon Realm."
In places without the protection of ancestral will, there are many possibilities.
…
"I want to be that nail house, nailed to the devil's land until death."
At this time, Luke was on his way back to the guild hall and vowed not to move away easily.
He could imagine how many pairs of eyes were staring at him in the dark, trying to assassinate him.
The Green Crystal Dragon said arrogantly: "No one can attack under the noses of the dragon clan."
After saying this, he looked at Lujia with a very curious look: "Such a powerful fate, if astrologers never lie, I would have thought you bribed them."
Lujia couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you afraid of being defeated by me?"
This sentence caused the other dragons to laugh at the same time.
The Green Crystal Dragon and the others were so amused that they were speechless. Finally, Grover said with a hearty smile on his face, "It's too late to find it funny."
Possessing a tenacious soul, carrying some secrets, and a little bit of danger, it is a perfect combination of all the dragon's favorite points!
A child who is more to their liking than the cubs in the book.
Everyone talked as they walked, and soon arrived at the guild hall.
"If you stay up any longer, it will be dawn soon. Go to bed early and get up early to grow healthy."
Blaney seemed to be very concerned about the other person's height.
“What’s concentrated is the essence.” Lujia stood at the door and glanced at the shadow in the pool of water. It was obviously not that short.
He turned his head and asked Quill after the dragons left: "What about you, are you afraid of being suppressed?"
Quill deadpanned, "I was half dead to begin with."
The first bucket of blood for the deformed heart to develop again was given by the other party.
Luke: “…”
He was worrying too much.
Just as he was about to say something, a dazzling light came out without warning, interrupting the communication between the two.
Is it dawn?
However, the light does not come from heaven, but from ourselves! Luke lowered his head, and there was an unusual glow on his chest.
Before attracting the attention of the patrol soldiers in the annex, Luka quickly flashed back into the house and took out the source of the light: the space scroll he had been carrying with him.
This scroll was given by a saint, and he has never taken it back to the storage ring to make it easier for him to escape.
"Why are you suddenly glowing and hot?"
"When drawing the scroll, a little special blood essence is left behind, supplemented by magic patterns, which can be used as a communication medium."
The quill responded expertly: "...When you open it, you should be able to see the silhouette of the saint."
Luke simply and crudely understood that the other party was making a video call.
"Isn't that how you used to write in your diary?"
The feather pen was speechless for a moment and temporarily disappeared.
The night wind is bleak outside the window.
Hongrong City experienced forced cloud-driving and the temperature was abnormally low.
In order to avoid chatting too long, Luke sat down at the table first, made some preparations, and then slowly opened the scroll.
Almost at the moment the scroll was unfolded, a holy and glorious figure appeared in the room.
The endless silver hair almost touched the ground. The saint saw the smoking tea and Luke's small blanket on the table. He was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "It seems that you have been having a good time recently."
I take good care of myself.
Lujia's household registration was still unresolved, so he didn't need to stand up and salute like the ordinary humans. He nodded politely, "Saint."
"The energy of the scroll pattern can't last too long, so I'll make it short," the saint said in a voice that was still refreshing. "I already know the results of tonight's destiny observation."
Lujia secretly sighed that today's spies are so powerful that they can track and report in real time.
As if knowing what he was thinking, the saint shook his head and said, "I happened to be playing chess with an astrologer at the time, and it was a junior he had mentored who sent the message."
Luke listened quietly.
"What's a bit troublesome is that the Holy See also heard about this matter from somewhere, and proposed that I ban your books from circulating in the market and prevent the development of related industries."
Luke couldn't help but frown.
A saint would not lie about such a small matter. It seems that the Holy See really dislikes him.
Sage: "The Holy See believes that there is a problem with your position. It will be a great hidden danger in the future when you grow up."
"After some discussion, we finally decided that I would use the Eye of Truth to ask you some questions. The results would be recorded using the Image Stone and reported back to the Holy See."
Once locked onto by the Eye of Truth, lying will be detected immediately.
Luke smiled faintly when he heard this.
In the past, he was willing to risk blowing up the guild hall in order to avoid being a pawn, so now he will not be controlled by anyone.
He calmly picked up the cup, his long eyelashes shielding the coldness that was like the shattered light: "What if the results of my test are not satisfactory?"
The saint's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then I will edit it."
Rearrange all the words to form a standard answer.
Luke spat out a mouthful of tea.
This world is in tatters, is there always someone who can patch it up?
Fortunately, he turned his head in time and did not spray where the shadow was.
Luka's gaze was wandering, hoping that the feather pen wouldn't just happen to be hidden in this space.
He wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked at the saint again: "I don't understand."
Why help yourself?
The saint waved his hand: "Because they are all too idle."
Find trouble for yourself when there is nothing to do.
Father-killer, what a beautiful virtue. It is obviously something that the devil should worry about, why is he getting involved?
It was really a blessing, he was so happy that he couldn't contain himself.
“…”
Saint: "If there is no problem, then we will start."
He always acted decisively, and before he finished speaking, ripples like water appeared in the air.
The next second, the saint disappeared, and a bottomless black hole appeared in front of Luka. Some light could be vaguely seen in the depths of the black hole. Luka realized that he was right in front of an eye.
After being firmly locked in the sight of nothingness, the voice of the saint was heard.
Compared to the usual gentleness, this voice now carries a natural majesty:
"Let me ask you, if the two races go to war someday, what will you do if the demon race loses, and what will you do if the human race loses?"
Quill, hidden in space, with wet hair tips, coldly considered whether to help Luke eliminate the influence of the Eye of Truth.
Although the saint promised to help cover it up, if the answer was too radical, it would be disadvantageous.
However, Luke gave the answer without thinking.
"If the demons lose, I am willing to be a hostage to the human race. If the human race loses, I am willing to be a hostage to the demons!"
The whole house was silent.
Before the Eye of Truth was retracted, Luka further confided: "If conditions permit, I am willing to send all other crown princes, the Demon King, and the Demon King's mother, Princess Mary, to the human race as hostages."
The whole bucket will hit the road on Thursday, and he can even provide a shipping subsidy.
The silence deepened.
Send them all, and then you will become the devil?
The spatial scroll had unknowingly reached its limit in carrying projections. The saint took one last deep look at Luka, and the virtual image disappeared in an instant.
The black hole in front of him disappeared along with the feeling of being watched.
The pressure around Luke eased, and he looked around to make sure the saint was really gone.
He took a deep breath: "Is this the end?"
No need to ask any more questions?
"You're even sending the Demon King away, why else would you ask?"
Quill reappeared, his expression cold, a wisp of dried petals hanging from the sharp ends of his hair.
broken.
Luke reached out to help him take it off guiltily, and the tea he had just spit out actually sprayed onto him.
Quill's expression lightened up a bit.
"How strange." Luke sat down again and recalled his previous conversation with the Saint: "Why did the Holy See suddenly start targeting me?"
The quill slept underground for a while, but the diary carrying his will danced outside: "For a long time, the Holy Court was favored by the world's will and delivered several oracles."
Luke frowned: "God wants to mess with me?"
"That's all in the past. The Holy See has long lost this advantage."
"The saints held a special meeting to suggest that they change their name from Divine Court to Holy Court."
The word "God" should not be abused. Forcing a name on someone without approval can easily bring bad luck.
Luka: "So it's actually because God can't stand the Holy See trying to mess with me, so he's ignoring them?"
Do you have to put yourself in the role?
“You weren’t even born at that time.”
Luke said gloomily: “Oh.”
It turns out that he is not the Son of the Universe.
The two speeches were effective. Luke stopped joking and started practicing.
The positive feedback accumulated in the body was constantly transformed into one's own strength. What surprised Lujia was that a small part of it was extremely pure and could rival that of the dragon clan.
There was none at the Klin Watchtower, so they must be the demons from Red Banyan City?
Anything that benefits him is acceptable, even feudal superstition.
During the break, Luke said that we should believe in fate and brought up this matter.
Quill pondered for a moment: "It is more likely that the power of faith comes from astrologers and witches."
No prophet could help being fascinated by this kind of fate.
Even he had never seen such an extreme nemesis. Quill Pen even had a premonition that the Holy See suddenly began to target Luke, which was closely related to this fate.
…
The next day, the temperature still hadn't returned to normal, so Luke put on a cloak.
With his current strength, he is actually not too afraid of the cold, but he feels a strange sense of security after wrapping himself up.
Seeing that he was wrapped up like a pink ball, the quill pen couldn't help but poke it.
Lujia, who was seizing the time to practice, swayed back and forth under the spell, and then sat cross-legged again as steady as a rock.
The harmonious morning time did not last long, as there was a sudden knock on the door.
Luke went to open the door, and didn't say anything for several seconds.
Quill: "Who is it?"
"Support my constituents."
The Lord of Hongrong City coughed lightly. He never said he supported anything.
Seeing Lujia wrapped like a glutinous rice dumpling, the short-haired boy who seemed to be a personal bodyguard in the house, and the warm animal milk on the table, the Lord of Red Banyan City strangely felt a sense of home in the house.
After giving up this strange idea, both parties sat on the couch by the window and talked.
After some conversation, Lujia had a preliminary understanding of the purpose of the Red Banyan City Lord's visit.
This is an old fox.
Many years ago, Alec's biological father was seriously injured by Prince Aman, but because of Alec's existence, he still retains the title of prince.
Obviously, the Lord of Hongrong City has coveted this position for a long time.
He hinted that he would provide covert support, but not too much. As for the reward, the Lord of Hongrong City did not ask for it.
Anyone could see that Luke and Alec were mortal enemies.
Lujia made a cautious request: "If possible, I want the work to be successfully released in the top ten central cities."
The Lord of Hongrong City had vaguely heard that something called a movie was released in the Dark City a few days ago, and it seemed that the reputation was not very good.
"Are you sure?"
If it is not a good work, forcing it to be broadcast may lead to criticism.
Luke nodded: "Sure."
He wants to let the news of the real and fake young masters spread all over the country.
On the one hand, he could make money, and on the other hand, he could provide the feather pen with enough resentment, once again emphasizing that he was the "real young master".
The demons value blood, and mixed-bloods do not have an advantage, but if you slightly change the concept and shift everyone's attention, there will be only benefits and no disadvantages.
During the entire conversation, Lujia only made one request, which surprised the Lord of Hongrong City and made him look up to him.
"The release of the film is not a problem. I will invite other city lords I know to watch it together. It will also be considered as a promotion for you."
When the Lord of Red Banyan City left, he found that the young man standing in the shadow was looking at him with a strange look.
"Have a nice trip," said the quill.
“…”
The Lord of Red Banyan City left in confusion.
As soon as the door closed, Quill turned its head and saw that Luke had actually started writing seamlessly.
After getting along for a long time, it has long discovered that the person who says he will take things one step at a time is actually an invisible workaholic.
At this moment, Luke was writing furiously "My Demon Father".
Quill: "Why didn't you ask the Red Banyan City Lord to promise to publish the book?"
"These princes and those in power respect and fear the Demon King out of their own selfish desires," Luke said without even looking up. "The movie can get away with it, but the name of this book alone means that once it is released, it will become a banned book in the Demon Realm."
But this is the effect he wants.
When something is banned, its value increases at the speed of light.
Luke wished that he could make this book the most forbidden book in the Demon Realm throughout the ages!
Halfway through, he stopped writing and started designing the cover.
What are banned books?
The content must be sufficiently unhealthy and have sufficiently negative political impact.
Lujia added a line of words with a stroke of his pen: The content is bloody and may cause extreme discomfort. No reading for those under 18 years old!
Added below:
[Unveiling the cruel truth behind the marriage of the prince and princess.
Digging deep into the conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and aunt and sister-in-law, a shocking conspiracy emerges. 】
Finally, I did not forget to add some previews released in advance at the Wanchao Conference: [I just found out that the real purpose of the Demon King marrying me is just...]
"How is it?" Luke paused and looked at the quill.
There's no need to criticize this.
Feather Pen has to admit that when it comes to mainland celebrities, if he sees a cover like this, he might not be able to help but buy a copy.
His eyes fell on the description with unhealthy content and he frowned: "You want to write your own birth process?"
Luke's ears turned red with anger.
"This unhealthy thing refers to violence!"
In order to plunder resources, the devil has committed many murders, so just writing about them would be considered to meet the threshold of violence.
All beings are equal.
Of course, he did not forget the Holy Court that was targeting him.
Luke was not sure how many diaries Quill had written. If there were enough, as one of the top forces, someone in the Holy See might have secretly taken it down.
"Do you know any secrets about the Holy See?" He wanted to include them all in the novel.
The feather pen did not disappoint Luke. He seemed to have thought of something and sneered, "After the Holy See lost the favor of the world will, it conducted several experiments."
"They believed that extremely pure souls had a better chance of being favored by the Lord, so they specially trained a group of saints and instilled various virtues in them from childhood."
"...Later, the Saint Plan did not achieve the desired effect, so they began to create the so-called omniscient ones, trying to copy the blood inheritance of the dragon clan so that babies could also be born with knowledge."
These two experiments may sound ordinary, but if you think about them carefully, you can feel the cruel side of them.
The quill hesitated for a moment, as if it wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
Lujia was silent for a moment, then took the initiative to speak: "The Lord of Giant Stone City once said that the marriage between the Saint Girl and the Demon King did not encounter much obstruction from the Holy Court."
It is true that they love each other, but it is definitely not a pure love story.
The demons also have bloodline inheritance, but there are very few inheritors, and the current Demon King is one of them.
No one knows what kind of "high hopes" are placed on the child born from the combination of the two strongest bloodlines.
Seeing that he was still calm, Quill said, "Perhaps they think you can take back what they lost."
Take their uncle away.
Luke cursed his parents in his heart and asked, "Does the saint know about this?"
"The saint has long since left the Holy Court."
The feather pen thought for a moment and said, "No. 1778, No. 9321, and No. 10009 were all assigned to the upper echelons of humanity by the Holy See in an attempt to unite them and seize some of the power of speech from the Saint. No. 10009 failed to break through and died, and No. 1778 and No. 9321 later began to support the Saint."
Luke didn't react at first, but soon his expression became interesting.
"Are these numbers the names of people who have read your diary?"
If a number represents a person, then that means Alex has written at least ten thousand diaries.
What the hell, what a pervert? !
The author has something to say:
Excerpt from Luke's diary:
Teacher Lu smiled as brightly as a flower: Readers, I’m holding you back!
"My Demon Father" please forward it, and I will drop a hundred small red envelopes at will~
Please look forward to the release of the new book (crossed out) Read as a banned book.
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