Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Miss Miaomiao’s charm is really...
In the dim light, Lin Miao's hand touched the storage ring on her ring finger as if possessed by a ghost. The mask with purple patterns on a white background was taken out and spread out in her palm.
She didn't even need to use her eyes; she could use her fingertips to accurately trace those winding lines and those strange directions.
Why was this mask created in the first place?
...She shouldn't be thinking about these things at such a critical moment.
Sadness and melancholy about the passing of time is the most useless anesthetic; dwelling on the past will do nothing for the future.
...But Lin Miao convinced himself again.
After all, she's not a complete demon king yet.
As a human being, as a human being who has always worked hard and never escaped, she should accept everything about herself, including the occasional mental turmoil and the occasional weakness besieged by memories.
Then she remembered again that the birth of the Demon King hundreds of years ago was not expected by any living creature.
In heaven, on earth, and in hell, wherever He went, He was met with hostility, fear, and disgust.
Even though He did nothing.
Even though He has power but no ambition.
Fear and hatred are always the main themes throughout His life. Insults, whispers, indirect criticism and the fear of speaking out are the notes that recur in the music score.
The mental state he set for himself, filled with murderous intentions to lure him into insanity, was all caused by what he had encountered and endured.
When he was born, demons attacked him without any reason, the human world accused him of absurd crimes, and the gods in heaven responded by chasing him down.
…He has no ambition, but He has power.
Why was this mask originally created?
It's out of selfish desire to escape.
The devil's great strength is innate, but his skin that is immune to all poisons is not.
He thought that since he couldn't change the way others looked at him, he could always hide his face;
Disliking the pure white mask, he waved his hand and, with a flick of his brush, casually drew some purple patterns - his favorite color - and covered his face with them.
Therefore, He walked through hell, the human world, and heaven, all while wearing this white and purple mask.
The mask gradually became the Demon King's symbol, earning him notoriety across the Sacred Continent. But for the young Him, fame was unattainable anyway. At least he was grateful for the mask, which shielded him from prying eyes and gradually taught him to block out all manner of malicious gazes.
Then?
Then, the masked devil built a small palace in the north of hell, living in a safe corner.
He was tired of walking alone, fighting and killing, and began to feel lonely.
He thought about creating something, something that would make him less lonely.
“…Miaomiao.”
In the quiet woods, even the smallest sound will be amplified several times, let alone such a unique voice with a clear and clean sound and a lingering aftertaste.
Lin Miao suddenly woke up from her memories. She could feel her upper body being lifted up by a pair of trembling but strong hands, and then gently and slowly being dragged into a gentle and strong embrace.
A faint cold fragrance could be smelled at the tip of her nose. The bright light was blocked by the body of the visitor. Her face was buried in the resilient chest, and their hair was intimately entangled through the soft cloth.
"… Mission accomplished?"
"It's done. The one in the Tam Knights' spell is a high-level sleeping spell. It's not difficult to break, it just wastes a little more mana. Martha is in charge of them."
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me obediently in the Knights' camp?" The warm embrace melted Lin Miao's accusations, making them soft and less majestic. "You're a bad guy who disobeyed orders."
"Yes, I am a bad guy." An Wei said, without explaining why he left his post, nor did he insist on asking for punishment or reward.
The three-headed dog kissed her forehead lightly: "Hello, Miaomiao."
"Miaomiao is the best."
…
At the headquarters of the Tam Knights in the northern suburbs of the royal city, the lawn is lush and green, and more than 3,000 knights wearing shiny armor stand upright.
They held spears and led their horses, the feathers on their helmets trembling in the breeze, like a silent and majestic steel forest.
This was the scene that Lin Miao and An Wei saw when they arrived at the knights' camp.
"The Knights of Tam are all members of northern tribes. They are exceptionally powerful, obeying only the orders of the Griffin Token and showing little loyalty to the royal family." Martha, who had spent years gathering intelligence at the palace, was well aware of this. "After the Duke of Capet defeated the northern tribes, their leader surrendered to Kretz. Part of the agreement was to hand over the Knights to the king."
She snorted coldly, "That king has occupied the throne for eighty years. His greed and confidence are inflated. Even though he knows his loyalty is insufficient, he still places him on the outskirts of the royal city to intimidate the entire kingdom."
Lin Miao narrowed her eyes: "So, why is the token in the hands of the eldest prince?"
"Uh..." Martha was stumped by the question. She thought carefully for a moment and hesitated, "It seems that there was an assassin in the palace, and the eldest prince blocked the knife for him. The next day, the king gave him the Griffin Token as a reward."
"How strange, my memory of this is a little fuzzy..."
Given the king's character, he would never hand over the military power that threatened his rule even if he blocked a hundred sword attacks, let alone one.
...There has always been only one "person" who can influence the king's decision.
Lin Miao didn't ask any more questions.
She thought sarcastically, how could she have believed that the arrogant, irritable, playboy Koros Capet, the fool who was used as a shield, an ATM and a mobile sperm bank by Thetis, could lead his troops to kill through the North on his own?
She was becoming more and more curious about how far he could go.
"The nobles can't be relied upon. Demons can't leave Hell," Lin Miao said. "Relying solely on the Tam Knights is not enough to deal with the Grand Prince's army and the Kingdom's army, which is backed by the Light Association."
"As the saying goes, physics versus physics, magic defeats magic. We must first kick the Illuminati Association out of the fight."
Martha frowned: "But we have to prevent Heaven from taking advantage of the opportunity, and we can't just take action directly."
"Dark Association!"
"Dark Association."
Lin Miao and An Wei said in unison.
The former raised his eyebrows and curled his lips: "That's right, Heaven can use the hands of the Illuminati Association, and we can also follow suit."
"Although the Dark Association is small, its strength is not weak. Moreover, your Lady Cecilia has already made some moves on the elites of the Light Association. With our help, it will be no problem to buy them enough time."
"As for the Grand Mage, I'll leave it to Beelzebub's soul. He's the master at defeating the enemy without fighting."
"I also……"
"An Wei, I have another task for you." Lin Miao, having anticipated the dog's competitive spirit, said calmly, "A more important task."
Martha glanced at the three-headed dog, who had suddenly subsided and shown a shy demeanor, and thought to herself, this is what it means to be easy to coax;
Thinking back to the time when she was taken by Lady Cecilia to watch the heroic figures of the "Guardians of Hell" clearing out monsters, she could not help but shudder. Now, who would dare to recognize this spoiled domestic dog?
"But three thousand cavalrymen against tens of thousands of Kingdom troops is still a bit of a stretch."
Just as Martha finished speaking, she heard a weak but firm clear male voice behind her.
——"I still have five thousand people."
The snow-white bird dumpling threw itself into Lin Miao's arms, despite An Wei's vicious gaze as if he was eating a bird.
Lin Miao picked it up and found that Tuanzi's fur had become dull, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he looked wilted.
She looked up and saw the blond prince standing before her, still in the ill-fitting prison uniform.
He looked haggard and disheveled, with a long scar that ruined the beauty of his handsome face, but his honey-brown eyes contained an extremely pure and clear luster.
"I have an army of 5,000 men in a town not far from the royal city. They're well-trained and quite capable." Arwen looked at her and curled his lips. "Your bird helped. I've already contacted them and they should be able to reach the royal city tonight."
"I have a confidant among the nobles who have taken refuge with the Crown Prince. He will help me open the city gate."
"I won't let either of your wishes go unfulfilled."
“…”
Martha walked a few steps away from Anwei in silence.
Influenced by Cecilia, she, who also disliked humans, now began to have some respect for Alvin.
How could a mere human being have such a strong constitution, and still maintain the cheerful smile of a sunny puppy in such a cold weather...?
After all, she was a demon cultivated by the Le Palace. Although Martha had been in the human world for twenty years, her sensitivity to emotions had not diminished. Just like she could swear without hesitation that if this "Fourth Prince" didn't have that kind of feelings for Lin Miao, she would eat Ling Yan alive.
Are you going to resist the pressure of the three-headed dog for love?
Miss Miaomiao's charm is truly terrifying.
"Okay." Lin Miao, who was being locked in by several gazes at the same time, seemed to be completely unaware of the tense atmosphere that was about to break out, and just smiled slightly.
"I'm waiting for you to prove it to me."
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