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"Don't you still do good things sometimes? Why does Xiubao get so scared if you keep doing this?"
Talia discovered that Lan Qi's strange emotional communication ability was like a cult leader when used poorly, and like a little angel when used well.
She kept looking at Lan Qi.
To some extent, Lan Qi's condition has improved a lot compared to his condition in the first half of the year.
For other people, growth means moving closer to the truth and the gods, but for Lan Qi, everything is the opposite. His growth may mean gradually taking off the cloak of gods and becoming like a human being.
After Xiubao's continuous efforts, Lan Qi has gotten much better.
"I've been doing good things."
Lan Qi replied in his heart.
It’s hard to count how many good deeds he has done over the past year, and he can hardly write down the list of his merits.
"..."
Thalia felt that Hubao still had a long way to go.
When necessary, she had to help Xiubao discipline Lan Qi.
In the hall where people were drinking and singing.
Nigel, who had changed from his usual military uniform to a formal dress, walked among the shadows of the fragrant clothes and temples, without squinting, only seeing the beautiful shadow in the distance.
The girl was wearing a lavender dress, like a wisteria flower, which was particularly dazzling among the demon guests.
The young man walked towards her slowly, attracting the attention of the guests present.
The girl was keenly aware of the young man's arrival.
When she turned around and saw that familiar and handsome face, her eyes widened in surprise.
She never expected that he would actually come towards her.
However, I just made up my mind.
Nigel walked over.
The pace suddenly stopped.
He stopped again because of a sight.
When the ball was at its most exciting moment, a mysterious man walking down from the top of the stairs attracted the attention of all the guests.
He was wearing a navy blue classical dress, and the cane behind his back glowed softly under the candlelight.
Mr. Perlman came down.
His gentle smiling eyes seemed to be asking Nigel what he wanted to do?
Nigel's steps felt like they were stuck in mud and he could no longer move.
He personally killed one of his mentor's daughters, and now he wanted to shamelessly touch another daughter. His mentor's gentle smile was like torture to him, making him feel like his whole body was sinking.
Perlman quickly looked away from his beloved disciple and looked at the guests present.
As the lord of District 10, Perlman has a slender and tall figure, like a sculpture. Every step he takes is very calm. Even from a distance, you can feel the tolerance and majesty in his eyes.
Although he looks only in his thirties, his appearance makes him look more mature, and no one will doubt that he has actually lived for hundreds of years.
When Pearlman, the host of the banquet, walked down to the banquet hall on the first floor, the originally noisy banquet fell silent for an instant.
The band suddenly stopped playing.
The guests made way for him one after another, with awe on their faces and their heads lowered, deliberately avoiding eye contact with him.
He came to the world like a god, and like the bright moon rising in the dark night, dwarfing all the demons present.
When Perlman slowly walked to the center of the dance floor, Nigel stared at the teacher's figure intently. Just like many years ago, he could not figure out what the teacher was thinking or every attitude of the teacher.
Perlman, who attracted all the attention, had a pale complexion and his hat covered his demon features. Only the tips of his ears made him look more like a demon.
The short hair seemed to be combed into a meticulous back, and the white hair was exposed at the temples under the brim of the hat.
Perlman nodded slightly to the demons.
When all the demons were waiting in silence, the mysterious demon lord finally spoke.
"Dear ladies and gentlemen."
He looked around at the guests present, his eyes burning brightly.
"Thank you all for coming here tonight to attend my little girl's birthday party."
His voice was low and magnetic, like the timbre of a cello, and seemed to hypnotize them.
The demons' faces were still immersed in the joyful feast that had just taken place. They were either whispering to the demons beside them or nodding with a smile.
"But I believe everyone knows that many years ago I had a daughter who eventually died due to the curse of the great wizard Parroni."
When he finished speaking, the air froze.
Many demons present could not help but glance in the direction of Siara, or at Nigel.
Siara's original expression instantly became complicated, until she slowly lowered her head.
She and her sister are twins.
When I was a child, every birthday was celebrated with them.
It wasn't until later that it became hers.
But she didn’t know why her father would mention his deceased sister at this moment——
Because Nigel's eyes were already filled with a hint of fear when he looked at her.
It was like when he saw her, he simultaneously thought of his sister whose head was beheaded by his own hands.
"Since then, Siara's birthday party has become much more deserted. Not only have I lost a beloved daughter, but even my beloved disciple, who I regard as my own, has also left me."
Lord Perlman continued, there was no trace of anger in his voice, but instead it was filled with relief and a trace of imperceptible self-mockery.
"I believe everyone knows that a hundred years ago, when the demon world in the Northern Continent still existed and the war had not started, I came across the sea in an attempt to break the prejudice between humans and demons, and to create a world where humans can compete with demons. A society of mutual benefit and harmonious coexistence.”
He seemed to be reminded of his ideals and passion when he was young, and he felt nostalgic for it.
The demons nodded slightly in respect.
Mr. Perlman's efforts are obvious to all.
It can be said that Pearlman's contribution is a huge decisive factor in why there is such a Poisson's Demon World now.
"Having said so much today, I want to reveal a fact to everyone."
Pearlman tapped his cane lightly, and a magic projection light curtain slowly appeared on the wall of the banquet hall behind him.
Then he stopped talking, just pressed his cane, and waited for the image behind him to proceed.
The demons all looked away in confusion.
The perspective follows a mysterious figure wearing a dark gray cloak.
The corner of the screen showed three twenty-six in the morning.
That is at this moment.
But the surrounding buildings were not the Posen Demon Realm, but the south bank of the flower capital Parrieu that seemed quite familiar to them.
Continuous thunder often exploded in the dark cloudy sky, and huge raindrops poured down, splashing countless water splashes on the deserted streets.
The figure held an umbrella and walked on the square in front of the South Bank City Hall.
He moved quickly, and the slight sound of the fabric rubbing was quickly blown away by the night wind. When the streetlight illuminated his figure again, he had turned into a researcher in white.
The mysterious figure walked quickly across the square, flashed behind an inconspicuous door behind the city hall, and then retracted his umbrella and appeared in the city hall.
His skills and actions made the demons in the banquet hall look at each other in surprise.
It stands to reason that the barrier of Huadoparieux City Hall is not that easy to cross, and the act of forcing entry into the city hall is obviously a crime.
They didn't know what Mr. Pearlman wanted them to see at this moment.
In the picture, the mysterious figure disguised as a researcher walked to an office on the basement floor of the city hall. He came to the wall and quickly pressed a series of complex codes on the stone brick surface with his fingers.
With the input of the last password, the wall quietly rotated open like a Rubik's Cube, revealing the deep passage hidden behind it.
He walked inside, and the wall closed quietly behind him, as if it had never been opened. Then he walked through corridors, turned several turns, and entered a transport elevator.
Accompanied by a burst of darkness during the fall, a magic lamp that flickered on and off was embedded every few meters. The sound finally completely dissipated and isolated, revealing a new space.
The door several meters high in front of you is made of cold and hard forbidden magic steel, with a thick curse seal attached to the outside. It lights up and goes out in a regular cycle as if it can breathe.
As if he knew the password, this figure touched the magic input device on one side and swiped the secret key on it.
The light on the door suddenly dazzled, and then turned into countless fragments, flying and circling in the air. Finally, like a gorgeous firework, it dissipated in the thick darkness, and the magic-forbidden steel door suddenly opened.
At this moment, white light filled the screen.
From the end of the dim underground passage, what appears in front of you is a huge research institute.
The interior of the pure white lacquered institute is like a paradise, but it is also like a tightly sealed secret space. The light is intertwined, and there are vague figures of researchers in the depths.
They all looked at him, as if wondering why the researcher was coming so late.
however.
The mysterious figure did not answer them.
He just walked straight into the underground building and looked around, letting the scene of the mysterious institute full of contradictions fill the screen.
Under the pale light, even late at night, several researchers in white coats were busy attentively in front of the measurement and control research table.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine and blood. Not only were the precision magic instruments assembled, but there were also deformed specimens soaked in the solution.
"what is this?"
"The corpse of our demon clan?"
"Shouldn't all those under the Madness Curse be cremated?"
This made many demons watching the live scene in the banquet hall of Pearlman Mansion cover their mouths and exclaim.
Because these deformed specimens are not human beings, but deformed and crazy cursed demons.
According to the report of the Senate, all the mad demons who were executed in the end should have been cremated to eliminate any possibility of "infection" that made the demons uneasy. Unexpectedly, so many corpses of mad demons were sent away. Got here.