Chapter 47 Astrologer [VIP]
Luke looked like an arrow on a string.
Quill's gaze lingered on him a moment longer.
When Blaney pointed out some things, the quill pen had produced tens of thousands of complex judgments and emotions, but there was one thing he never doubted.
No matter who you are, it is hard not to be attracted to Luke after spending a long time with him.
Especially some lifeless souls.
Luke interrupted his reverie and said, "It was you who gave me the revelation."
"Um?"
"In the notes you compiled, the dream-entering technique was mentioned on the previous page."
The dreams of the strong are not only bizarre, they also think in their dreams.
The quill saw through his thoughts at a glance: "Dreams can best reflect the Demon King's thoughts. You also have atavistic blood in your body. It is not difficult to enter a dream, but it is difficult to be discovered immediately."
Obviously, Luke knew that the devil's focus was on him, and he wanted to find out what the other party was planning by entering his dream.
"What if the Demon King is distracted? For example, he is irritable and in a bad mood recently."
"It's hard for a strong person to have big emotional fluctuations." Quill calculated: "If you really want to have it, you have at most three seconds."
This also includes the gap of evacuating from the dream, and the time to enter the dream properly is only about one second.
Luke suddenly smiled and said, "Let's try it."
He had an idea. If all went well, he would not only be able to understand the devil's evil plan, but also be able to divert most of the focus.
Here it comes.
Once he put on this seemingly innocent smile, Quill Pen knew that Luke was going to cause trouble again.
Luke has always been very active.
This time he did not make much preparation in advance, but only agreed to be interviewed by a newspaper that afternoon.
The editor-in-chief of the newspaper was so excited that he almost fainted. Under the envious and jealous gazes of his colleagues, he went to interview the reporter in person.
There is no doubt that the entire interview revolved around the topic of the Demon Ancestor, and Luke was quite cooperative.
[…The feeling that the Demon Ancestor gives me is that he is both supremely majestic and unrestrained. 】
[…The Demon Ancestor was a little surprised that my mother was a human, and he said "what a pity" three times in a row. 】
[If she was a demon, I would be very powerful since I was born. Of course, the real power is still my father's bloodline. The Demon Ancestor even praised me a little. 】
The total interview report is about 3,000 words, and Luke interspersed a 1,000-word description of his appearance and temperament in the middle, which fully satisfies the public's imagination of the Demon Ancestor.
The demons attach great importance to the theory of blood relationship. Even the president of the newspaper was so excited that he held the interview manuscript and read it hundreds of times, unable to extricate himself from it.
On the day of release, no promotion is needed.
All the newspapers on sale were sold out in seconds, and there were even robbers stealing newspapers in the streets.
The king's capital was so eager to frame a newspaper that a large number of newspaper offices directly activated the teleportation array and sold them to other central cities at high prices.
Amidst countless discussions about the Demon Ancestor, the public began to focus on a crucial issue.
"Iliad only inherited half of the Demon King's bloodline, but he was able to activate the blood pool. What if a pure-blooded demon gave birth to the Demon King's offspring?"
That is the bloodline that even the Demon Ancestor affirms!
An unknown reporter commented: "Maybe the strongest bloodline will be born!"
The strongest bloodline, just thinking about these words makes countless demons excited.
Ordinary people just thought that countless big families had begun to do everything possible to insert their relatives around the Demon King, and the princes and nobles could not sit still. Even some demon generals who had made remarkable achievements in some wars, now entering their old age, began to tearfully ask the Demon King to consider their family members, even if they did not marry them, but let them stay by his side to serve.
The witch in the Blood Demon Guard was also deeply moved.
If a revertant child can really be born, the future will be promising.
The other crown princes almost broke their teeth.
The competition for the crown prince is already fierce enough. If a few more brothers and sisters come along, will they be able to survive? The princely forces represented by the crown prince worked together to help them try their best to stop it.
The high-level circles are in chaos, with people fighting over reproduction issues every day.
For the first time since he ascended the throne, the Demon King felt a headache.
The demons' fanaticism towards the atavists is ingrained in their bones.
Even if he is the Demon King, he cannot punish all these nobles for no reason.
Inside the palace, he glared coldly at the witch who was flirting with him and uttered a word slowly: "Get lost."
The strongest person needs the essence and blood of both parents to nurture life, which will reduce their own potential. Although the impact is negligible, the Demon King is very concerned about it.
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"The little bird said good morning, good morning. Did the Demon King give birth today?"
When Luke heard that the Demon King had driven all the Blood Demon Guards out of the palace, he smiled and said, "The entire Demon Realm is using the Demon King as a reproductive tool."
But the devil couldn't refute it, and he couldn't say that he was incompetent.
As he said this, Luke made a gesture of holding his heart and said, "If the Demon King had asked me to be castrated at the beginning, I wouldn't have been forced."
There was once an opportunity for family planning in front of the other party, but the devil did not cherish it.
There are fewer guards outside. Recently, the male demons were transferred to guard the palace, and the witches took leave early. Upon hearing this, Quill Pen felt that the Demon King had committed many evil things, and Luke had helped him to offset them one by one.
What a good life.
Of course, Luke was not idle either. He gloated over other people's misfortune and tried to enter people's dreams from time to time.
When the devil is upset, he is likely to choose to be quiet, but when he will rest may be now, two or three days, or even a week, it all depends on luck.
I don’t remember how many times I tried, but the frequency of Luka’s dream-entering technique was almost as fast as his breathing.
That day, the room was still dim in the afternoon. Luke was flipping through his notes when he suddenly seemed to sense something and stopped.
Quill looked over here the first time.
The originally clear eyes are gradually losing focus and the pupils are blurry. Knowing that it was a sign of success, he quickly whispered:
"Remember, don't stay in the dream for too long."
Luke's eyelids had drooped, and he didn't know if he heard anything or not, and he fell into a complete sleep.
There is another world under the dream technique.
It's like a red wool thread pulling the direction.
The surroundings were filled with white mist. Lujia used blood as a guide to ensure that the object entering the dream would not be wrong.
At this moment, he had not yet successfully fallen asleep and was trying hard to dissolve the barrier in front of him bit by bit. Time and again, when the barrier finally loosened, Luka held his breath and completely pushed open the door to the Demon King's dream.
Just over a second.
It was freezing cold, and everything was cold. Luka resisted the urge to shiver and took the time to observe his surroundings.
"That is..."
Luke seemed to see something strange and was secretly shocked.
In front of him, the tall figure standing with his back to him sensed something was wrong and turned around.
There was nothing, just a brief, sharp breeze mixed with snow and wind.
The Demon King withdrew his sharp gaze, thinking that he really had been feeling a little low in spirits recently.
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When Luke came out of the dream world, his whole body was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He panted quickly: "That was a close call."
Fortunately, I retreated quickly and almost got discovered.
Several small flames jumped around Luke, the temperature of the air rose, and the clothes dried up little by little.
Quill sat beside Luke, and seeing the semi-transparent shirt, he seemed to be affected by the fire element in his hand, and his body temperature rose.
Luke's words brought him back to his senses: "I saw it."
"It's a tree." Luke shook off the feeling of drowning and recalled the quick glimpse in his dream, "There is an endless tree rooted in the cold winter."
He was very sure that the scene in his dream did not happen in the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm did not have such a pure atmosphere. It was all white all around and the giant trees emitted a sacred light.
That whiteness made him uncomfortable.
Quill listened carefully to Luka's description, thought for a moment and said, "What you saw is most likely the World Tree of the Holy Court."
When Luke was a child, he read Norse mythology, which contained a grand description of the World Tree, but there was definitely no Nordic reference here.
I just don't know if people with the same name and surname are all related to God.
Quill: "The Holy See originally relied on the World Tree to communicate with the world's will. After the World Tree lost this power, it was renamed the Tree of Life."
No matter what the devil is planning, the Tree of Life must be a crucial link.
"My knowledge of the Tree of Life is very limited, but there is one person who should know it very well."
"Saint." Luke thought of the answer almost instantly.
This coincided with his plan, which also required visiting the saint.
Quill nodded: "He was also the one who initiated the plan to rename the Tree of Life."
“…”
Luke suddenly felt that the Holy See’s dislike for the saint was probably even greater than his own.
The trouble has been almost solved, and now is a good time to travel.
The Demon King was induced to be born, and the other crown princes focused on helping the Demon King find romantic partners. The relationship between Princess Mary and Alicia deteriorated rapidly, to the point that Luke even suspected that he had lied about the truth.
As for the nobles, they were still immersed in the story of the Demon Ancestor.
As the instigator of the storm, he once again disappeared beautifully.
"Busy, everyone is busy, it's better to be busy."
Luke picked up the small luggage that Quill had packed that night, put it on his shoulder, and said excitedly like a thief, "Quillen, let's go."
Feather pen: “…”
Put it in my storage ring.
That night, both sides took advantage of the cover of darkness and changed teleportation arrays several times, safely crossing the demon border.
Due to the strict control of the Holy City, Luke took a detour to the Stone City first and asked the Lord of the Stone City for a letter so that he could temporarily enter the Holy City.
It is always a special experience to revisit an old place. What shocked him was that there were many more black hairs on the street.
Before leaving, Luke met up with some old friends for a small gathering.
Lillian made an exaggerated expression: "You are successful now. You are all over the news. The final winner of Huishou, the descendant of the Demon Ancestor... Now many people are imitating your black hair."
Luke mentioned in an interview that black hair is also a symbol of atavism.
The human race and the demon race dislike each other, but that doesn't stop them from imitating the other's outfits, weapons, or catchphrases.
"So that's how it is."
After the dinner, Luke looked at Karen and said, "I'm still in a hurry. Let's make an appointment next time. I will give you the first draft of the Demon Father as soon as possible."
"Okay," Karen said with a smile, "Be careful on the road."
Lillian waved goodbye: "Remember to wish others a safe journey!"
Luka, who was using the teleportation array, nearly sprained his ankle.
There is no direct transportation to the Holy City, and you have to go through several transfers.
On the way, Luke half-jokingly said to Quill: "Why don't you try having black hair too."
Unexpectedly, Quill was very interested in this suggestion. He cast a small spell and his neat short silver hair instantly turned black.
Luke couldn't help but take a few more glances.
To be fair, if you have a good-looking face, any hair color will suit you. The overall color of the black hair quill seemed to be darker, making the skin look whiter and the temperament colder.
It took days and months to reach the holy city.
Thanks to the handwritten letter from the Lord of Big Stone City, Lujia had a smooth journey.
But when he was about to go to the holy tower, he was stopped.
The guard read the letter but remained unmoved: "Can you go to the Holy Tower whenever you want?"
Luke frowned: "Then how can we get there?"
There was clearly no guard last time I came.
Guard: "You can go after I report."
“…”
The message was quickly responded to, and the guard nodded: "Saint, please come in."
you?
Luke didn't want the quill to dangle under the saint's nose.
Quill was very calm: "Let's go."
There has never been a shortage of strong people around Luke, and subconsciously everyone is used to it.
The second time Luke entered the holy tower, he was already familiar with the route.
It was still the house that was magically cut into multiple dimensions, and the saint was actually busy catching ferrets.
Lujia stared at the three thousand silver threads that looked like the Milky Way, and thought of the bald head of the Demon Ancestor, and couldn't help but shed a tear for him.
He murmured softly, "I wonder if Ren Zu has a lot of hair?"
Giving up on catching the ferret, the Saint sat down beside the chessboard as usual in a breath: "A lot. Are you curious about this because the Demon Ancestor you saw was a bald man?"
Lujia opened his eyes wide. Can you guess this?
Saint: "In the few remaining historical materials of the ancestor of mankind, a large section was devoted to describing his hair. I guess he was mocking someone from a distance."
His smile was as gentle as usual, and he did not ask about the identity of the quill, but invited them to take a seat.
Luke was about to sit down when he saw the ferret holding out its paw, on which was a beautiful gem.
It gestured with its other paw, teasing Luke like it was teasing a child, meaning that whoever caught it would have the gem.
Luke didn't know how to respond.
Saint: "Don't worry about it. If you want to catch this snow ferret, you need to have at least the spatial attainments of the Demon King."
Hearing this, Lujia instead became eager to win and rolled up his sleeves: "I'll try."
The saint acquiesced.
After walking less than a meter, Lujia felt a 360-degree surround immersion.
He forced himself to concentrate and cast an eyesight spell to ensure that every step was taken on the connection point in space.
The saint was somewhat surprised to see Luke successfully walk three meters away.
Quill narrowed his eyes. Even in his prime, he had to stop after every step to dispel the discomfort of jumping through space.
"What an enviable talent." The saint sighed: "Your ability to withstand space is the strongest I have ever seen."
There is only a line connecting the spaces, and the sound propagation is somewhat distorted.
Luke had good hearing and was confused when he heard that.
What are you saying?
He even felt dizzy when using a teleportation array.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Quill shook his head: "The teleportation array itself has many flaws."
Anyone who uses it will feel dizzy, but only the strong can resist it with their strength.
Luka thought about it and didn't think it was too strange. After all, he had experienced time travel before. If he didn't have the ability to withstand it, he would have shattered long ago.
Thinking of this, he suddenly became full of confidence, quickened his pace, and vowed to catch the ferret.
Step by step, Luka finally got behind the display case. When he saw that something was going to happen, the snow ferret suddenly threw a gem. Luka subconsciously tried to catch it, and then the snow ferret ran away.
Luke's eyelids twitched.
People really shouldn't be greedy for money. This is his damn conditioned reflex.
From the chess table came the saint's unkind laughter.
The ferret jumped back and petted his head.
Luka pursed his lips and walked over to sit down. He saw Quill sitting very quietly on the side with a smile in his eyes.
As his eyes swept across the chessboard, he remembered what Leo had said: How could everything in the world be calculated with just a game of chess?
The sage smiled and asked, "Do you know what I am pursuing when I play chess?"
Luke: "Win."
The saint shook his head: "Silly boy, of course everyone should not lift the chessboard."
Otherwise, he would have no good life.
Luke: “…”
I think you have fully understood the essence of going to work.
"You've just finished hunting, and you've rushed to see me. It seems like you have something urgent to do."
Luke put away his previous somewhat unbridled attitude, his eyes became serious, and he got straight to the point.
“I want to network.”
A good beginning is very important. Throw out an unfamiliar word and make sure the saint is interested before he starts telling the story.
Luke first briefly explained the significance of the Internet.
In order to successfully establish a network, there must be a practice point. The dragon clan is small in number and does not like to communicate with the outside world. The demon clan is still fighting among themselves. The human race is the best choice.
In terms of creativity and inclusiveness, humans are far superior to other races.
The saint remained silent as Luka further explained the principles of the network, but his eyes had long since shifted from the chessboard to Luka himself, and he would occasionally fall into deep thought.
Although Feather Pen had heard it once before, he still listened with great interest.
When Luke was halfway through his speech, the saint asked a few questions from time to time.
The ferret stopped making noise now and just lay quietly on the side.
This exchange lasted for nearly an hour.
At the end, the saint's tone was different from usual. After clapping his hands in admiration, he asked, "Don't you think it's a pity that you told me such a good idea?"
He could foresee the value behind the network. The existing teleportation arrays and communication stones all had natural defects. The network that Luke mentioned could play a huge role in information transmission.
The most important thing is that anyone can speak freely on it.
The saint's intuition told him that this was very important, but since he had just heard the concept, he had not had time to think about the specific reason.
"I also borrowed ideas from books, and besides..."
Luke said word by word: "I don't want to work hard anymore."
“…”
In fact, Luke had already thought about it deeply.
With the development of the Internet, it is impossible to keep everything secret, and it is also difficult to persuade an astrologer to do fortune-telling for him.
Tell the saint that all problems can be solved perfectly.
Anyway, he doesn't care who will ultimately control the Internet. Luke is just waiting for the platform to be built to cultivate fans and gain faith.
I don’t know how long it will take to build such a large platform by myself.
Having said that, the saint guessed the purpose of Luke's visit.
He took this matter very seriously and directly tore a space crack:
"Come on, follow me to see the astrologer."
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The observatory is the tallest and most historic building in the entire holy city, except for the holy tower. The four walls are covered with mysterious star maps and are filled with more than ten thousand lightning rods.
All year round, there are always a large number of crows and pigeons hovering in the sky at the same time.
The access control here is even stricter than that of the Holy Tower. Even high-ranking humans are only eligible to enter if invited by the owner of the observatory.
At this moment, three figures walked out of the space crack one after another, and the saint said loudly: "Old man, I brought an interesting person to show you."
After a long while, a hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in."
It's even colder inside.
The old man sitting cross-legged on the star plate had a gray beard and a crooked hat on his head. The color of the star robe on his body was not the traditional black or white, but colorful.
"May fate bless you. The Saint is still as graceful as ever."
The same style as before means that there won't be too many changes in a short period of time. Only waves can give birth to infinite possibilities. Generally, strong people will be easily disappointed after hearing this.
But the old man saw satisfaction on the saint's face.
The fine lines at the corners of his eyes twitched, and he still maintained his usual leisurely pursuit.
The sage got straight to the point: "Help him calculate one thing."
The old man's gaze shifted, and he paused briefly on the feather pen, with a long-lost puzzlement in his eyes: "Strange, I can't see your past."
When he saw Luke, he looked at him carefully and said, "I can't see your future clearly."
Luke: “…”
It is better to listen to your words than to hear them all. Are you sure you are not a liar?
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Luke's Diary Guide:
Daily question: Has the devil given birth?
The Demon Ancestor passed by and left a like.
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Make some preparations for the tree of life and space. The new map is not in the human domain. The astrologer randomly drops fifty small red envelopes~
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