If Dosmas didn't have Beelzebub's blood on him, things would be much simpler. He first asked him in a friendly manner whether he had a strong desire to die. If you follow or go against this will, crush him to pieces and walk away. oh. You were not born yesterday. Haven't you seen anyone more mediocre and stupider than him? I can't help but ask myself.
Of course he had. There are many. But none of them were as annoying to him as Dosmas.
"Five times. So, within a thousand years, the undead murdered five demons with the title of Duke five times."
Icha opened a paw. "You didn't want to do something?"
"Of course. I've been doing it." Dosmas said accusingly - as if this was a big fuss. "I promote the new earls to dukes. Let them imitate your habits. Pretend to be you. So that they can continue to admit their mistakes and continue to kill the wrong devil - Grandpa. You are not easy to imitate!" He laughed. "It took a lot of effort just to train them——"
Yi Cha quickly made the metal copper tube appear in his hand, and took half a second to glance at the ledger inside.
"Incredible," he said. He really didn't want to ask this question, it was like asking the Leprechaun why he hid the gold under the rainbow instead of using it to polish the match that illuminated Grandma. "Why don't you organize a fight? Or set a trap." Too bad. Worse than before, now it was almost as if he needed to lead the leprechaun hand in hand to the rainbow and hide the gold. "Since the undead always visit, you should 'welcome' them properly."
"How to welcome?" Dosmas asked unyieldingly.
One, two, three, take out your pocket.
Four, five, six, take out the gold.
Seven, eight, nine, put down the gold.
Ten, eleven, twelve, go to hell.
"Arrest them. Seize them. Torture them," Icha said. "Or kill them before you catch them. Make them afraid before you torture them. If you don't think the undead will be afraid of you, or simply don't have this function, then find a way to make them lose other functions. .Use it on one undead first, and then tell them that you will use this method on all undead, or use it on them before telling them. Depending on your ability. In short. Dispel their ideas, or Smash their heads. Let them never come to kill the devil they think is me. Reduce our losses. You don't have to waste your troops on such boring things.
Or, continue to find ways to deceive and confuse them. But not like this... think of a smarter way. "
Dosmas thought seriously for a moment. As if he was really thinking about it. His appearance was too mediocre, and once the expression appeared on his face, the authenticity was blurred.
"It has to be you. Duke Ezhaint. What a good idea." He raised his head and smiled easily. "It doesn't matter. As long as they didn't kill the real you anyway. Dear grandpa, troops are useless to me." The young demon narrowed his eyes. Seems a bit lazy. "Anyway, there is no other place to capture. There is nothing to go to in the places that have been captured. I don't want to go to the rest of the places. I won't go to your place."
took a look at him.
"Same," he said. shrug. "I almost forgot. Your status is 'King'. Same as the Lord of Demons."
"I just want to be a legend. Just like you and her." Dosmas said, feeling a little embarrassed. "I will take down the decoration there, Grandpa. You can go back whenever you want. If you want to keep the decoration there, that's up to you. My things are yours. I will never snatch them from you. I will protect you to the best of my ability. As long as you are willing to teach me..."
"Oh. You'll get teaching. Legendary teaching." Icha waved his hand. "You're right. I'll go there first and take a look."
"Are you leaving now?" Dosmas was surprised. "Terminal Office is yours now. This is your office now. If you don't like the color of these carpets, I can ask them to change them for you. What color do you like-?"
Get out by seizing the door.
"Follow!" he heard Dosmas call after him. Soon I heard the rustling sounds of two and a half clerks running behind me, gradually getting louder.
"Protect the boss's safety," they said. "It's very important. Even if the former president doesn't tell us, we will do it."
"Don't be like us demons," Icha said. "You are not like this."
"What?" asked the two half-clerks.
lie. A low-level cover-up that can be broken immediately, and a high-level lie with nine truths and one falsehood. However, Icha was sure that he had told no more than five lies to Dosmas just now - he really was not in the mood. There is a lie that is not intentional:
The first place he planned to go to was not Chaos Hell. But another place.
Yi Metz's calculation room can no longer be called a calculation room, it should be called a calculation castle.
It is surrounded by three unpretentious walls - even though it is unpretentious, it is enough to surprise the eyes of passing eyes for a few seconds. There is a raised bastion on one side of the city wall, with some strange-shaped facilities exposed on it. Icha wasn't going to figure out what they did just yet.
He rushed straight into Metz's office - even though there were hundreds of options in the room to interfere with him, it was still easy - the wall facing him was transparent.
The skeleton mage opened his shining golden eyes in front of the solid gold calculation table. His expression was serious, as if he was waiting for him. "busy--"
"I have something to tell you." Icha said. "I promised to help you. Your Mathematical Olympiad Academy. There are staff vacancies for professors or cleaners. I found a candidate to fill it. It's not me. It's another demon. Quite close to me. Higher level. There is a fifty percent chance that you will be more satisfied. But there is a proviso, you must train him first. That is, you must teach him many things first - as much as possible, and I can guarantee that he will learn quite a lot. Quick. Then he will work for you as a teacher at your Mathematical Olympiad Academy."
Yimeiz looked at him with cold eyes. In fact, Yi Cha began to think that the cold appearance of the original Olympian was quite good. Who says the dead have to smile? If you don’t laugh, you won’t be alive.
"Nineteen percent," said the skeleton. "Nineteen percent probability. I would be more satisfied. Also, you can't guarantee. You can't guarantee that he will learn very quickly. Very, very quickly."
"Oh." Icha said. "In case you didn't know. I lied."
"But one thing is true. I value this: he does bear some resemblance to you. So I accept the substitution. It would be a pleasure to work with someone who is similar to you. To Chaint." - Metz from A bony hand stretched out from behind the table.
"I'm glad that something similar to me is cooperating with you." Yi Cha shook the hand.
