Chapter 67 Late Night Food
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The live broadcast began, and Luke quickly switched perspectives.
The leaky fortress, the relatively bright lights, and the wrinkled tablecloth formed the background.
The person actually sitting at the dinner table, facing the main camera, is a demon general.
The feather pen has been withdrawn from slavery, and where those strange thin lines once connected, there are now dense blood holes, and black blood is constantly flowing out.
[We captured a living demon general and tortured him severely. Did you find out anything from him? 】
When it comes to the Holy See, the elves, who already have a grudge against it, are most concerned.
Because there were too many people online and they were all posting comments, there were tens of thousands of comments per second at the craziest times, causing the Angelfish Community to lag.
The Elf King and his elders sat under the Tree of Wisdom. The signal was exceptionally good, so they had no worries about eating melons.
Wisdom Tree: ...
Just when everyone was curious, Luke suddenly appeared in the camera, put his hands in front of him and waved: "Good evening, family."
Family members?
An elf elder who was watching the live broadcast said frankly: "It seems that one of his 'family members' has died."
Judging from the time of death, Alec was already in rigor mortis.
Luke was still talking in front of the screen: "Tonight's theme is food eating show."
He introduced the food on the table: "I call this the taste of mother." Then he glanced at the eldest crown prince whose body was collected and said: "I call this the recipe of father's love."
The audience in front of the screen swallowed hard, not out of greed but out of surprise.
What devilish talk!
But it was certain that Alec was chilled to the bone.
Lujia was still sitting in front of the live broadcast: "It's just past midnight now. One of my demon general friends needs to sweep away hunger, so he will be our intern anchor today."
"...First of all, thank you Xting for the pre-made dishes. Let's thank you Xting in the comments section."
[Thanks to the Holy See.] 】
[Thanks to the Holy See.] 】
[Thanks to the Holy See.] 】
[Oh my god, are those people above trying to kill themselves?] All the blocked words are not blocked. 】
[Stop talking nonsense. The neat formation has been disrupted. 】
【……】
While the comments were being flooded, the wounded demon general was forced to drink wine and eat food.
This disappointed some netizens with heavy tastes, such as the Orcs. The Demon General usually loves to skin and bone prisoners of war. They thought that things had changed and they could finally see the demon bones being disassembled on the spot, but it turned out to be just forced feeding.
As they shook their heads, something unexpected happened.
The wounds on the demon general's body were healing at an incredible speed.
Luke seemed not to notice this and continued his professional explanation in an orderly manner:
"The aroma of fruit wine and life fluid are intertwined, with an amazing taste. After one sip, the taste goes straight to the top of the head of the diner."
"You can see that his whole body is filled with the breath of life now."
"Let's talk about this roast chicken. A feast cannot be complete without meat. The tender and crispy chicken is preserved by the life fluid, and even the bones are flavorful."
After waiting for the news for a whole day, many people were actually a little hungry when he said this late at night.
Following Luke's suggestion, the focus also shifted to the Holy Court.
Apart from the life fluid, there is indeed no other miraculous healing substance. But why are there delicacies made from life fluid?
Isn't this a waste of resources?
But Luke just happened to be a riddler, and even though the comments went viral, he never gave a direct response.
As for the demon general, after his wounds had healed a little, he gradually regained consciousness.
Lujia smiled and said, "It seems that everyone likes my demon general friend. In this case, I will sign the anchor for everyone on the spot!"
Long before he finished speaking, his powerful divine sense had already enveloped the demon general.
The latter reflexively struggled desperately, and the wound split open during the violent movement, but it was of no avail.
With an absolute difference in power, a forced contract can be achieved, just like what the Quill in Exile wants to do.
In front of hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, Luke chanted spells and brutally executed the master-servant contract.
A drop of heart blood flew out from the demon general's chest, and the demon general was forced to cooperate in the blood contract.
[…This is the bloodiest signing I have ever seen. 】
[I don't understand, is this a deliberate slap to Alec's face? Use the opponent's demon general for your own use. 】
I feel like it’s a display of strength. If you want to force a blood contract, you must at least ensure that you are at the tenth level. Wait, Iliad is at level ten? ! ! ! 】
Amidst the endless speculation, the Blood Pact Demonic Pattern that was about to take shape suddenly shattered! The signing of the blood contract failed.
The entire comment section fell silent.
There was absolutely no problem with the inscriptions and spells of the blood pact, so why did it fail?
However, during this particularly quiet period of time, Luke acted as if nothing had happened.
"It seems my friend is not too happy to be signed."
Yu Bi pulled out another magic general and started the second round of food live broadcast.
The same steps, repeated plots, and then the familiar history is played out again. The demon general begins to recover under the treatment of gourmet food and is forcibly manipulated into a blood contract.
But this time, before Luke chanted the spell, he smiled and said, "Just a reminder, you can breathe while watching the live broadcast."
The audience who were waiting with bated breath began to breathe subconsciously, but the next second, the blood contract failed again!
The breath of all the audience members froze instantly.
Under the Tree of Wisdom, no one knew what the Elf King was thinking of. His extremely beautiful eyes were colder than ever before, and the other elders stood up directly.
There is only one situation that will cause the blood contract to fail, and that is an incomplete soul.
For example, a demon servant can only have one master, and if he is forced to form a blood pact, it will definitely not succeed.
The demon general is the leader of the demon guards. He usually does not offer his soul like the demon servants, so how could his soul be incomplete?
I don’t know who started typing a line in the comment section:
Is there something wrong with his soul? ? ? 】
[…Sorry, I suddenly remembered the death of the high priest. 】
The fuse at the time was also the life fluid, and the public generally believed that it was the Holy See that tampered with the life fluid, rather than that there was something wrong with the life fluid itself.
Anyway, it's normal for big clans to plot against each other.
After the first question arose, a large number of questioners immediately followed.
[Could this be the important event to be announced tonight, and it’s related to life fluid? 】
The preview made countless netizens imagine for an entire afternoon, and now they can easily spread their thoughts to various conspiracies and intrigues.
On the other side, Lillian's employees began to quietly lead the discussion, and the comments began to debate back and forth.
[A low-level frame-up. The demon general is in Iliad's hands. Maybe he was forced to make a blood pact with someone else, which is why this happened. 】
[Yes, it was a poor performance.] 】
[I just have one question. Such a serious injury cannot be healed by just one or two drops of life fluid. The annual supply of life fluid is not that much, why do the demons have so much? ! 】
The source of the life fluid is the key point. This physical evidence is not something you can get just by wanting to frame someone.
[Lord Iliad has a good relationship with the human race, so there is no reason for him to frame the Holy See. 】
[I heard that the Holy See left a bottle of life fluid for the Elf King as compensation. Is that the bottle you are using now? 】
[Don’t we elves use the Internet? No such thing. 】
[Nonsense, it obviously exists!] It is a bottle of diluted life fluid. 】
[Oh, are you from the Holy See? 】
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Things are different now. Even though the Holy See has temporarily won over some important officials to speak for them, Luke still has more supporters. To be more precise, everyone just wants to watch the fun.
An inexplicable sense of "destroying God" always permeates the subconscious mind.
When the comments section exploded, Lujia was still giving a professional introduction: "As long as we don't overeat, food will be less of a burden on us."
The double entendre seems to emphasize that only quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.
“Food that contains a unique energy makes people fascinated.”
Lujia paused, and his smile gradually disappeared: "Family members who have life fluid can contact me, I will buy it at the original price, and let us witness the eating broadcast process together on the spot."
This sentence is the ultimate killer.
Every time the life liquid is auctioned, there are many large families who specialize in hoarding it. These people probably want to know the answer more than anyone else.
"I don't know how many drops I need to collect to hopefully summon a diner with an incomplete soul."
“Follow me and unlock more wonderful moments.”
Just like the short trailer, the live broadcast came to an abrupt end, with only shocked faces reflected on the terminal screen.
By the time the audience reacted, their hands had already involuntarily clicked to follow.
As expected, those who had Life Liquid or had purchased Life Liquid in the past had a buzz in their heads, and almost all of them were frantically sending private messages to Luke.
It was at this time that they discovered that the information on the Luke platform had been changed.
The dragon spirit of the past, Haneka, is gone.
The nickname now only has four words: [Luke Review].
The information in the introduction column is updated synchronously as: The number one anti-counterfeiting blogger on the entire internet(^_^).
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The first live broadcast ended perfectly, and the only thing left on the screen was the new function recently developed by Quill: replay.
For the Holy See, this function can be described as vicious.
Aman was a little frightened. She found that Iliad was really reckless.
"There was an outbreak of accusations against the Holy See before, but it was suppressed in the end."
Lu Jia snorted: "Can saying bad things with real names be the same as saying it with an anonymous name?"
A major feature of the Internet age: no matter how good your reputation was in the past, it can collapse in an instant.
Those who can afford the life fluid are either rich or noble, and they will not talk about toxicity without considering the dosage.
Even the slightest aftereffect could have a significant impact on a magician's breakthrough.
Secondly, once the house collapses, the number of young people willing to go to the Holy See will decrease in the future, and people will be shocked and numb. Even if it is proved that there is something wrong with the Tree of Life in the next moment, it will not cause too much of a sensation.
Before and after the live broadcast, the demon soldiers surrounding the fortress had successfully completed a round of handover. After Alec's death, most of them chose to surrender.
Alicia rode on the war beast and did not get off. She looked at Luke across the hole in the castle.
"If you encounter difficulties someday, you can come to me," Luke waved his hand with a smile, "offer your loyalty in exchange for survival."
Alicia's face sank and she led the team away.
After making sure the other party had left, Lujia restrained his smile and turned back to Aman and said, "I will say hello to the Elf King. From now on, you will be the first seller of the terminals in the Demon Realm. You will negotiate with the Lord of Hongrong City on my behalf."
We must subdue the demon before Prince Notting goes crazy.
Aman: "Then you..."
Luke interrupted: "I have something else to do."
…
Luke really had something to do, so he prepared to run away overnight.
The quill gave the same advice as when it came: "Fly."
The animal cart is too slow.
A few minutes later, both sides went into space one after another.
Relying on magic to maintain it, the feather pen floats easily in the air.
They were flying towards the direction of the Klin Watchtower. Luke had previously made an appointment with several vice-presidents of the First Magic Academy to cooperate on exchange students in the future. A team would be coming soon to investigate the environment, so it was a good opportunity for them to go over and take a look.
Walking along the starlight, Luka glanced at the terminal from time to time.
The live broadcast has ended, but the network is still lagging.
"The Tree of Life won't work." He sneered in his heart.
If it is to ensure that terminal competitive products can emerge, Shengting’s actions will definitely be bigger than they are now.
Luka stopped looking at the terminal and started thinking about other things while flying, his expression gradually becoming cold.
Suddenly a voice came from the side.
Luke turned his head in surprise.
The first time I heard Quill sing, it was surprisingly nice.
Quill only hummed a melody, the same one that Luke hummed when he was in the elves. After a while, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Luke didn't react immediately: "Huh?"
Quill looked at him, "You're relaxing."
Only when I am in a bad mood will I go to a high place to relax.
Only then did Luke realize that he had accidentally flown higher and higher, and that he was flying vertically instead of horizontally.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing: "So you were just trying to make me happy?"
No wonder the once-in-a-century song started to sing.
The quill responded indistinctly.
Luke didn't explain and it had nothing to do with his mood, he was just confused. He was curious about why the magic circle diagram when he broke through looked different from that of ordinary people.
"There's a line I hummed wrong."
The night was getting dark, the stars were hanging low in the sky, Luke flapped his wings and taught him to sing the song again.
Looking down at the ground from a high altitude, everything is a miniature.
The Klin Watchtower in my memory is always filled with yellow sand and the air is choking. However, this time, when Lujia landed, he could see several roads leading to the outside. The new city gates were all forged with huge stones, and there were two huge stone statues of monsters standing on the outer walls. Their ferocious ghost faces were very consistent with the aesthetics of the demons.
A birdman is still very conspicuous in the air.
Luke was discovered before he landed, and was greeted with warm cheers from the whole city.
"Your Highness Iliad!"
"It's His Majesty Iliad!!"
The demons in Klin Tower were rebellious by nature, but to some extent, they were simple and honest. As soon as Luke entered the city, he was welcomed by everyone.
There were small colorful flags everywhere on the road. The captain of the guards of the Klin Watchtower came to see Lujia in person and said with great emotion: "I never thought that the Klin Watchtower would be like this today."
The construction of the inner city has not yet been completed, but the entire city is already thriving.
Luke looked around.
Knowing what he was looking for, the captain of the guard said, "The teleportation array to the neighboring city-state has been built. The dragon tribe has gone to check the array diagram. They should be back by now."
As he was speaking, the whole sky darkened.
Several tall bodies appeared in the air, blocking out the sky and the sun. The blood-red eyes clearly imprinted everything in the sky, and it turned out to be Denton and Isa, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The last time they met was when they were filming a movie together. Luke waved vigorously: "Family!"
Like a giant dragon surging on the sea, it landed on the ground and turned into a human form. After landing, Isa suddenly realized and said, "You were calling your family members during the live broadcast, but it turned out that you were calling us. You knew we were watching the live broadcast, right?"
He said with a click of the tongue: "It is said that the prototype of my fake son is dead."
Avoiding the topic, Lujia took out a birthday gift: "Eat some candy, sweeten it up, and consider it as a memorial."
His curious gaze fell more on Denton.
Denton is old and likes to stay on the island, so why did he come out?
Denton said helplessly, "It was you who negotiated with Leo and the others to set up a bunch of safe zones, but you didn't take care of the whole thing. I can only come here to help."
Regardless of what he said, his eyes were still full of fondness for the younger generation.
Luke smiled and scratched his head, expressing his gratitude, and once again emphasized how much he loved the birthday gift from the dragon clan.
Denton was used to identifying people by their aura, but Isa looked at the quill and said, "Hey, why has the other fake son changed?"
The last time we filmed a movie together, her facial features weren’t so mature and her hair had grown a lot longer.
Lujia: "I just went out to sea and had plastic surgery done by the elves. It was a minor surgery, not much."
Feather pen: “…”
His serious look made the two dragons laugh.
Lujia walked on the road with the dragon tribe he hadn't seen for a long time, visited the changes in the Klin sentry tower along the way, and asked about the situation of the school on the way.
Guard Captain: "There are about ten buildings completed now."
Luke: "Hurry up, the First School of Magic will come over for an inspection in two days, and then we will start mutual study activities one after another."
The captain of the guards had naturally heard of the First Magic Academy's reputation, and reflexively picked on the human race, "How can those students who are being carefully cared for know what fighting is?"
Lu Jia said calmly: "So I let you learn from each other's strengths and make up for your weaknesses."
The combination of wisdom and strength is the shortcut to progress.
The captain of the guards did not argue again and obeyed the order habitually: "Okay, I will do a good job of ideological work on the demons below."
After completing the tour, Luke handed over the future development fund to Denton and the others, and then went to the sentry tower to comfort the soldiers.
Isa looked at the card in her hand and said excitedly, "This is the first time I've received money from a child."
This feeling is so magical.
I finally understand Leo's happiness.
Money is just a number to the dragon clan. For example, during the serialization of the second part of Three and a Half Years Old, they could give rewards like water.
But now it’s a different feeling.
Denton also liked Luke more and more and said, "After I die, my inheritance will be left to him."
Isa: “Me too.”
Guard Captain: “…”
At this moment, Lujia had already arrived at the sentry tower and was distributing subsidies to the soldiers. If he heard the conversation between the dragons, he would definitely fall into silence for a short time.
According to their lifespans, it is more likely that a black-haired dragon will give birth to an old-haired person.
The day came to an end quickly in the busyness.
Evening, watchtower, accommodation area.
There was no light in the room. Luke stared at the magic circle diagram under his feet and said that his star core was not a star, but the sun.
If a poor person relies on mutation, will he eventually become great?
Luke began to amuse himself.
The quill attributed it to the dual effects of the atavism and the contract with the Sage Sword: "Are you feeling any discomfort?"
"No, I feel more full of vitality."
It is not a problem for a tenth-level magician to live to 500 years old, but he feels that he can borrow another 200 years from God.
"That's a good thing."
The quill checked him over to make sure there was nothing wrong.
Without wasting a second, after he felt relieved, Luke immediately consolidated his realm and summarized his experience in fighting with Alex.
The quill is quietly updating the community's magic architecture, trying to add more effective functions.
In the second half of the night, Feather Pen suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked up and saw that Lujia had stopped practicing at some point and was looking out the window in thought.
"The Holy See." Because they had talked about life before, Luke thought of the tree of life again.
"The Holy See suffered a great loss this time, but I still don't want to accept it. Do you know why?"
Quill: "Because you only fight back, not retaliate."
"That's absolutely right!" Luke sat up straight.
What he meant by give and take here was that if someone slaps him once, he would slap them twice in return.
Now one more slap is needed.
My hands are itchy.
Unfortunately, there are many things to do next. The education problems among the major fiefdoms need to be solved, and the economy of other poor fiefdoms needs to be developed. On the other hand, regional promotion should be done, and at the same time, the second part of Three and a Half Years Old has to be serialized on a daily basis, so there is no time to shoot the second part of The True and False Young Master.
Luke lowered his head and wrote down everything, trying to find a connecting point in the middle.
The rule of life is that when you can’t finish a task, just do it all at once.
Time passes especially quickly when you are thinking hard.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but considering what had happened recently, he suddenly had an idea and thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. Just as I was about to open my mouth, I saw that the feather pen was actually uploading the new architecture.
Luke moved closer out of curiosity.
Feather pen: "Aren't you going to add a picture adding function?"
Luke's eyes became bright, is the emoticon function that he has been longing for coming?
Interest is the best catalyst for work.
It was not until two days later when the exchange delegation officially arrived that Luke stopped designing various types of emoticons and took Mo to receive them.
The team is led by Dylan, and consists of three professors, eight elite teachers and twenty students. The accompanying teacher was a little uncomfortable seeing the neat and clean streets, because Klin Watchtower was notoriously poor.
"Welcome to Klin Watchtower." Luke welcomed him with a smile.
No one in the exchange group responded.
The young students' emotions were written all over their faces, and there was a hint of disgust in their eyes.
Although the situation is better than expected, compared with the First Magic Academy with its strong educational strength, who would be willing to go to this magic realm to study?
In addition, the teacher's response was also bland. However, out of respect for Vice President Dylan, he put on a stern face and expressed his resistance.
"A barbaric land." Some student said in a disdainful tone.
"You!" The captain of the guards' expression immediately turned cold.
None of the leaders on either side cared about the verbal dispute.
Dylan's movements when he saw Luke were always regular. He stretched out the wide sleeves of his black robe and said, "Sign."
Luke signed skillfully.
After getting another autograph, Dylan was satisfied and asked, "How do we communicate?"
Lujia said bluntly: "If there is a fight, teachers will fight with teachers, and students will fight with students."
Dylan: “Okay.”
Luke and Dylan turned around and waved at the same time: "Go."
“…”
The demons and the exchange delegation who were still engaged in an argument were stunned.
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Excerpt from Luke's diary:
It is impossible to persuade them to reconcile.
He becomes obedient after a fight [smile][shake wings][add fuel to the flames].
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A fat chapter, washing the stage name of the gorgeous dog!
The Holy Court's boycott is just to delay the expansion of the audience, and buy time for itself to come up with a substitute. But obviously, the terminal is not something he can imitate just because he wants to~ [arms-akimbo smiles] One hundred small red envelopes for the study and exchange group will be randomly dropped! If there are sisters who took the provincial exam last week, I hope you will pass it~
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