Chapter 94 There are still many good people in this world

[Dear Lord Demon, this morning when I was patrolling the territory, I found a mushroom with beautiful colors, but unfortunately I don’t know its name. My servant always told me that your profound knowledge left a deep impression on her. I believe that you, who are well-informed, will definitely satisfy Sissi’s curiosity.

——Sissi】

At dusk.

Luo Yan, who was returning to the Demon King's Territory from Yinsong Town, happened to meet Missy who was on duty when he passed by the Blood Hall.

The little devil flew to him with an embarrassed look on his face, and respectfully handed him a letter written by the Queen of Nightmare Land with both hands.

Luo Yan opened the envelope and took a look.

As usual, the Nightmare Land was peaceful today, and the Queen of the Nightmare Land was strolling around the territory again.

What’s different from usual is that this time the letter also included a dynamic magic photo.

This kind of magic photo is a bit similar to the dynamic photography of mobile phones on Earth. However, unlike dynamic photography, the things in this kind of magic photo do not move according to the snapshot at the time of shooting, but can move vividly in the photo like the real person.

Most of the illustrations in Shanghai Daily are of this type.

The little devil in the photo had fiery red shoulder-length hair, and scarlet pupils and lips like the magma flowing in the depths of hell.

She was wearing a beige dress, with a red ribbon that made her fair skin stand out even more. Her arms were resting on her knees, her hands were supporting her chin, and she was smiling slyly, looking like she was in a good mood.

There is no doubt that this is Sissi herself.

To be honest, it was the first time that Luo Yan saw what his vassal looked like, and he couldn't help but stare at him for a few more seconds.

Apart from a pair of shell-sized horns, and the tail and wings behind her, she looks almost human as she sits and blinks in the photo.

As for the dress she was wearing, it was undoubtedly sold to her by the player... at least the white silk one was definitely sold to her by the player.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There are still many good people in this world.

wrong--

It should be said that there are many good demons.

In short, thanks to Ms. Sissi's selfie, Luo Yan felt that his blinded eyes had finally been somewhat redeemed.

That's right.

Where is the mushroom? Luo Yan searched for it in the photo for a while, until he pushed Xixi in the photo back with his fingers, and then he found the uniquely shaped mushroom in the corner of the photo.

Back at the magic workshop, he carefully wrote a reply letter, stuffed it into an envelope and handed it to Missy.

[Very beautiful photo, the clothes suit you very well. In addition, that mushroom should be a variant of the mist umbrella, which can be used to prepare dream potion. However, it should be noted that its spores have a hallucinogenic effect, so remember not to consume too much.

——Luo Yan】

"Please give it to Ms. Sissi for me."

"Yes! Lord Demon!"

Missy took the envelope with trembling hands, and as always, she didn't dare to look up at the devil's eyes.

Already accustomed to this guy's timidity, Luo Yan did not make things difficult for her, but only asked about the things he had instructed some time ago.

"By the way, is there any news about the alchemist named Miranda?"

Missy put away the envelope and shook her head.

"Reporting to the Demon Lord, not yet... Although adventurers visit the second floor of the maze from time to time, you are the only necromancer."

No? That's strange.

Recalling Father Matt's previous report, Luo Yan fell into deep thought.

Looking at the silent Demon King, Missy asked cautiously.

"Master Demon, do you have any other instructions?"

She wanted to go and come back quickly so as not to miss dinner.

A possibility came to mind, and Luo Yan waved his hand.

"No, go and deliver the letter first, and tell me if there is any new news."

Missy nodded slightly, then flapped her wings and flew into the air, flying towards the nightmare land...

…

Adlai and Father Matt's report was just a small episode that took place in late autumn.

Although the undead alchemist named Miranda caused a stir in Thunder City and even attracted a manhunt by the Knights of the Trident, this incident has not had any impact on the cemetery so far.

No one knows what kind of storm the brewing storm in the distant dimensional desert will bring to Leiming County.

The only thing worth Luo Yan writing in his work report was that the "artworks" in his cemetery had finally succeeded in penetrating into the interior of the surface human society... and the interior of the upper class.

Although the attack was carried out in an unexpected way, it was not important to Luo Yan.

As long as the people in Shanghai know that he is working, that's enough.

As for what the subsequent impact will be, further observation is needed.

On the other side, while Luo Yan was enjoying a delicious dinner and planning the future of the cemetery, the academic exchange group led by Oak arrived in Tieya City as scheduled and started a week-long academic exchange.

In addition to Oak and his twenty apprentices, there were also ten gecko monks who were responsible for missionary work.

The Mole Man's faith is also faith.

Luo Yan planned to build a statue of himself at the highest point of Tieya City, which would facilitate the collection of the power of faith while also accelerating the expansion of the Demon Lord's Territory towards the third level of the maze.

As soon as the group stepped into the garbage-filled "Mechanical Temple", they heard clanging sounds coming from not far away.

I saw a short mole man sitting on the shoulders of the great swordsman Bond, shouting at his fellow moles who were busy on the construction site.

"Hurry up! You lazy bastards!"

The hard-working mole people swallowed their anger and used carts to move the earth dug out by the burrow spiders to the designated location.

If the great swordsman's eyes and the aura he exuded were not so terrifying, they would have rushed up and torn this traitor to pieces.

By the way, this construction site is one of the largest renovation projects in Ironfang City, and is currently jointly responsible for the construction team of Shadow Weaver Lair and the Gecko Clan.

The former is responsible for digging the pit, and the latter is responsible for installing the pipes... According to the plan, they will dig a large pit with an area of ​​100*100 meters and a depth of 10 meters near Tieya City, and then migrate two or three hundred slimes from the farm on the first floor of the maze into it.

From now on, this will be the septic tank of Tieya City.

The grown slimes can not only be used as a source of magic crystals, but can also be cooked and eaten, or used as fertilizer for growing mushrooms.

It can be said that it is very easy to use.

Zhuangzhuang, who was standing on Bond's shoulder, spotted Oak and the others and immediately guessed their identities, so he jumped off Bond's shoulder in surprise and went to greet them.

"Welcome! Guests from the Great Cemetery! Did the Demon King send you here?"

Reinforcements!

After waiting in agony for a week, he finally received reinforcements from the cemetery.

Although Bond is very powerful, he is only one person after all.

The way those new and old congressmen looked at him always made him feel nervous.

"That's right. Oak is here on behalf of the honorable Demon King to guide your work... Not bad, it seems you haven't been lazy."

Although Orc always looked servile in the cemetery, he was even more arrogant than Arakdo when standing here.

A lizardman acolyte stepped forward, looked over the goblin's head, looked at the mole man who was shorter than the goblin, and said expressionlessly.

"I am an acolyte of the Great Necropolis. The Demon King sent me here to serve as a priest of death."

"Priest of Death?" Zhuangzhuang asked cautiously, "May I ask what your job is specifically?"

The Lizardman Acolyte continued.

"To ensure the purity of the faith and to preside over the sacrificial ceremony."

"Sacrifice?!" Zhuangzhuang was so frightened that his voice was out of tune.

The lizardman acolyte looked at him with a mysterious and cruel smile on his face.

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"Don't worry, as long as your faith is sincere and you are loyal to the cemetery... sacrifice will not happen."

Simply put, if the Demon King thinks that Ironfang City is not loyal enough, he will preside over a ceremony to transform some of the Mole People into Ghouls.

However, seeing the expression on the little guy's face, he suddenly felt that the term "sacrifice ceremony" would be more intimidating, so he did not give any specific explanation.

Fear is also a kind of belief.

He didn't know the loyalty of others, but he believed that the chief of Iron Fang City must be devout enough in his faith.

Just as Zhuangzhuang was tremblingly expressing his loyalty, the players following behind Oak were not interested in his boring speech, but instead focused their attention on the group of moles not far away.

These guys are hairy and curled up like a coal ball. The most interesting thing is their fleshy hands, which look almost the same as humans, as if the coal ball has a pair of hands.

“So cute!!!”

"Cute?! Are you serious?"

"Aren't they afraid of digging through the floor?"

"That shouldn't be the case... There isn't just a floor between the layers of the maze. Isn't there a soil layer of one or two hundred meters?"

"What the hell?"

“So deep?!”

"What do you think... Think about how long it takes us to walk every time we go 'downstairs'."

"Speaking of this, I want to complain, why not install an elevator between the levels of the maze? Even if there is no electricity, it shouldn't be difficult to drive it with Hades, right?"

"That's a good idea, let's try it next time!"

"66666, the update of this game depends entirely on the players' initiative, right?"

Although most of the players are complaining, they are actually quite satisfied with the degree of freedom of "Cataclysm OL".

After all, if everything in the game is already developed, what's the point of them? They might as well go back to screwing around in reality.

It is precisely because there are still many imperfect and even unreasonable designs in the game world that it provides them with a stage to freely exercise their creativity.

Just as the players were looking around, a few mole people not far away also set their sights on these guests from the cemetery.

Compared to Zhuangzhuang who clung to the Demon King's thigh, these guys were obviously not completely convinced... Especially those members of the Thirteen Fangs Council who were inexplicably disbanded, and the engineering rats who mastered the dwarven inscriptions.

They did not object to taking refuge in the cemetery. After all, it was nice to stay under the big trees for shade, and the demon king did not seem to be that bad. At least he did not whip them like the dwarves, or tie them to hamster wheels to provide energy for the inscriptions.

However, letting the weakest thing be their leader... most of the mice who have been deprived of their power cannot swallow this.

"Lizardman charlatans, mentally retarded goblins, and a dozen or so undeads... Is this the engineer of the cemetery?"

"The robots we make are industrial waste? To guide us in our work?"

"Tsk tsk... these guys are really bold."

A group of cunning moles looked around, but ultimately did not dare to go up and cause trouble themselves. Instead, they turned their gaze to Gabang and Kuangkuang who were standing not far away.

Although those two guys were also the targets of their daily persecution before, it was obvious that they were more jealous of Zhuangzhuang who became the leader at this moment.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend! A group of mole men exchanged treacherous glances, and immediately came up with an idea, and moved closer with aggrieved expressions.

Looking at the old men from the previous dynasty walking towards him, Gabang, who was already in a bad mood, immediately waved the whip in his hand and shouted.

"You guys! Why don't you go to work! What are you doing here?"

One of the mole men stepped forward and complained with a look of grievance on his face.

"Respected Gabon, the Demon King said he would send engineers to guide our work, but look at what they have brought. A goblin is the leader, and he is followed by either lizards or undead."

His name is Sharpfang, and he was one of the former members of the Council of Thirteen Fangs.

But now he is just an ordinary mouse, and Gabang will not tolerate him. His eyes widened when he heard this.

"Shut up! Are you allowed to discuss the Demon King?"

After being scolded, Sharp Fang quickly waved his hands to explain.

"I'm not talking about the Demon King! On the contrary, I, a loyal person, am worried... The Demon King was deceived by a treacherous villain and believed the slander of the treacherous ministers. In the end, something went wrong, and we in Iron Fang City had to bear the consequences!"

When he said this, he decisively turned the topic to the annoying guy.

"Look at our chief. He's so servile... Do you think he can correctly express the demands of Iron Fang City?"

As soon as the former Mole Man congressman finished speaking, a group of dissatisfied engineering mice began to complain.

"that is!"

"It would be fine if it was a goblin! What inscriptions can a goblin understand? And you even boasted that you want to teach us!"

“Is this appropriate?”

The people's demands varied. Some called for replacing the goblins, while others called for the cemetery to stop interfering with their technology.

But in the final analysis, these voices emerged because the chief's prestige was too low to convince the people.

Otherwise, why didn’t they say anything when the Devil was here?

Listening to the excited voices, Gabang was also convinced by them. After thinking about it again and again, it seemed that it was indeed not appropriate.

Moreover, that goblin didn't look like a good person. He was obviously the same kind of person as Zhuangzhuang, just a flatterer.

If they let such people be their technical advisors, wouldn't they be led into the sewers? If Iron Tooth City fails to complete the task of the Demon Lord, they will have to bear the blame in the end.

This won’t do!

Gabang and Kuangkuang exchanged glances and immediately made up their minds to do something for Tieya City, so they walked towards the group of people who crossed the archway with great momentum.

"Hey! You guys!"

“Stop!”

(End of this chapter)