After bathing in the Yutan, he was served by the elves and changed into new clothes. In the sea of flowers, a brand new Cohen Keda appeared. This is no joke, his skin was carefully polished by the elves with some kind of stone.
After that, he rinsed the incense again and again until he was on the verge of going berserk. The exquisite demon-style dress, both in terms of craftsmanship and materials, was something he had never seen before. Cohen didn't even bother to estimate the cost, because it would definitely
It is a complex and tedious process.
The items he carried with him were naturally placed on the jade table beside him, including booklets filled with passwords, colorful crystals, long and short weapons, various potions, and even some gadgets with strange uses.
The number and variety of them made Her Royal Highness Amity amazed.
For others, not to mention carrying these things with them, it was considered a skill to be able to think of so many things, but Cohen calmly stuffed these things back into his body in front of her.
"It's just a casual meal, don't stare!" Someone sneered: "Weren't you the number one Demon General before? It seems that you have been promoted?"
"Follow me." Emine turned around and left, giving Cohen a slap on the back: "The First Demon General is just my cover-up identity. Now you should call me Her Royal Highness the Dark Demon Clan Princess, or call me Lady Emine."
"Your Highness the Princess? Don't be ridiculous, don't you know that princesses are meant to be knocked down..." Cohen said with an unexpected look: "Then, what about Her Highness Frigg Isabant? You suddenly became a princess
Your Highness, she actually has no objection at all?"
"Frigg Isabant." Hermini stopped, turned around, stared at Cohen and said, "Didn't you kill her?"
"Her Highness Frigg was killed?" After a moment of surprise, Cohen was in a good mood and laughed and said: "With just my two hands, can I kill Her Highness Frigg Isabant? It depends on the frame-up.
It depends on the subject, Her Highness Frigg is a princess, and you are also a princess. If I can kill her, will I still be dragged away by you? Don't be ridiculous!"
"This is what the eldest princess of the God Clan said herself. Of course I will believe what she says." Emine didn't seem to be joking at all: "I heard that you have also learned domain magic and can even control time!"
"As you are familiar with it, I will sue you for defamation even if you talk nonsense!" In front of Emine, Cohen rarely took it seriously: "This young master does not know magic in the field, and I have never heard of manipulating time."
"You don't have to explain to me. Today is an audience, so I probably won't be able to talk about these things. But if I were you, I would have to prepare a plan to avoid crying." Emine said: "I am guilty of disobedience, don't talk about darkness.
Demons, not even the Gods of Light can spare you."
"So, my superior must charge this account to me?"
"Don't say any more excuses, no one will be interested." Emine said calmly: "Of course it's best if you can find the real culprit. You should have the ability to find the real culprit. If someone stabs you in the chest with a sword,
It’s okay to wear it, what else can trouble you?”
"I thought you didn't care about me anymore, but it turns out you still looked at my chest!" Cohen touched his chest: "Lucky, just lucky. In fact, the sword didn't hurt any vital parts. I was scared to death.
"
"It's rare to have no vital injuries, but why not even a wound?" Emine smiled faintly, tearing apart Cohen's disguise: "Is it true that Crow's martial arts skills are just an illusion, and that sword didn't even scratch your skin?"
"I am a person who is relatively durable and has strong resistance. Your Highness, you just dragged me for thousands of miles with your great power, and there were no scars at all, right?" Cohen corrected in his mind, "Actually, you just lost your temper."
, there was no strange expression on his face: "In addition, I am afraid of death and carry countless potions with me. I am also afraid that my princess will find this scar and ask me for questioning, so I keep applying it every day, and the scar will naturally disappear.
.”
"Speaking of the concubines of Sibia, you have hidden them very safely, but do you understand that the deeper you hide them, the more dangerous they will be? On the continent of Bisi, no one can
You can escape the punishment of your superior clan." A cold smile flashed across Emine's face: "You don't regard the little princess of the demon clan as your princess, it's time to let her return to the demon clan."
"My superiors forced me to give the little princess to me, and now they want to take her back. This attitude really makes people confused." Cohen shrugged indifferently, and then burst into laughter: "I suddenly thought of
, Emine - Your Excellency, if I had nodded in front of the eldest princess that day while waiting in the city, you would have married me..."
"Shut up!" The expression on Emine's face immediately froze, and she clapped it with her hand, causing a clump of green grass at Cohen's feet to instantly break down into fine particles: "If you keep rolling your eyes around, I'll kill you
Dig it out!”
Regardless of Emine's livid face, Cohen turned his back, covered his mouth with his hands and laughed sullenly, not caring about the other party's threat at all. Using rules to tease people is always successful, and after this set of loose punches, Cohen
She also tested out her own position. At this moment, it was impossible for Emine to do anything to her, because it was not her who wanted to see him, she was just here to lead the way and strike a big stick.
Although I was very familiar with Emine in the past, she is now a princess, and the rising tide lifts all boats. Since she looks businesslike, there is no need for Cohen to hold back.
If Cohen had spoken like this just now, she would have suffered a lot, but now that she had taken a shower and changed clothes, her master must be waiting ahead. Would she dare to drag Cohen thousands of miles further?
As expected, the princess of the dark demon clan is only used to satisfy the lusts of the inferiors. Whether she marries a human or is killed, she is just a target in front of her true master... However, Emine, who has the title of princess,
What a big change.
Unknowingly, the two of them had reached the end of a gravel path, and an elegant and deep wooden house appeared in front of them. It was not very tall, and the whole was hidden in a sea of green flowers. At a glance, it did not look grand, but each door and pillars were beautiful.
The steps are all made with great ingenuity, and even the carvings on the wooden railings are arranged along the grain, showing no trace of artificiality.
"Here we are, this is the leisure residence of the Supreme King. Not to mention humans, even ordinary demons are not allowed to enter." Emine gently pushed open the ajar door and turned around to warn: "You must pay attention to your behavior..."
But what caught her eyes was no longer a sneer or teasing face, but a plain expression with some vicissitudes of life, and eyes that were shining with calmness. Cohen stood behind her as casually as he did just now, letting her
The following warning can never be said again...
Even if Emine is a pig, she still understands that she was really teased just now, and what's worse is that she can't take revenge right away.
Emine straightened her face, walked into the courtyard, stood under the dripping eaves, and softly announced to the inner hall: "Eminie Isabante has been ordered to welcome Cohen Keda here."
Her voice lingered among the beams and pillars, and the main door of the main hall opened silently.
Cohen, who was standing next to Hermini, looked up. Inside the hall was a straight passage that could accommodate two people walking side by side. The end was dark and he didn't know how long it was. The windows on both sides were opening one after another, and soft sunlight was projected into the passage.
Illuminating the murals and sculptures inside, the characters and scenery depicted on them suddenly come alive.
Hermine led the way, and Cohen was two steps behind. He didn't care at all about Hermine's "be careful" look in his eyes. His eyes were all attracted by the murals in the passage. The characters drawn with simple pen and ink really looked like they were alive, and they were performing groups of interpretations.
telling their own stories.
The retreat of the elves, the decline of the winged people, the division of the dwarves, the fall of the blood race, and naturally the rise of humans... are not only tangible, but also audible. As long as people stop and pay attention, it will be like the separation of soul and body, and the whole mind will be
When you are involved in the painting, you feel like you are a member of the painting and you are experiencing something.
In the fleeting moment, Cohen's eyes wandered and his steps slowed down obviously, but Emine didn't rush him at this time.
The founding ceremony of the first human kingdom was very simple, even crude. Six old men with no clothes on covered up surrounded a young man in his thirties, who stood on a huge tree stump no more than two arms high.
, announced to more than two hundred followers in difficult but straightforward words: "The land and sea you can see now are our land! Under the highest mountain is my royal city! Our kingdom is blessed by God! Blessed by God!
My protection! I am the king! I am your forever and only king!"
"Kill the elves! Drive away the beasts!" The onlookers cheered: "You are the king! You are the king! You are the king!"
The oath taken when the first noble was conferred was very brief, and the ceremony itself seemed casual. An old soldier with a gray beard, holding a huge mace, knelt on one knee in front of a richly dressed child, holding a hundred arms.
Outside was a bloody battlefield. The child couldn't hold the sword at all, and was frightened into silence by a few flying arrows.
The old soldier glared and shouted to the sky: "The land is my witness, the sky is my witness, I have been worshiped for generations, and I will worship my king for generations!"
After saying that, he raised his mace and rushed to the battlefield, but in an instant, his body was covered with the blood of the enemy.
The first prayer in the Dark Demon Temple was already in full swing. It was as chilling and depressing as it is today. The wood was built into a thirty-arm-high tower, and more than twenty people were tied to the flat top, including men, women, old and young. I don’t know.
What crime had been committed? He was trembling amidst the loud prayers. Five gloomy-looking priests held torches and lit a huge pile of firewood at the same time. The flames soared up, licking every life. Countless human beings watched.
Waves of cheers erupted outside...
Along the way, Cohen witnessed wars, the founding of a nation, genocide, and felt happiness, hunger, and suffering. This corridor integrates various major events of mankind from ancient times to the present. It can be called a living history. But Cohen only
After carefully looking at the previous section, he was no longer interested, and his pace gradually quickened. The demons must have arranged this long corridor before Jin Jian, in order to gain a head start. If you look too much, people will naturally be attracted by it.
The atmosphere was so contagious that in the end I was afraid that I would be so disheartened that I would crawl out.
Seeing that Cohen was not attracted by the mural, Hermini was a little surprised, but said nothing and continued to move forward until she stopped at the end of the passage.
"You are a guest, please go first." Emine opened the door, finally being polite, and turned aside to let Cohen go.
"Would His Highness be happy if I missed the mark with my first kick?" Cohen stood in front of the door and asked Emine in a serious tone: "His Highness is so capable, so it's normal for me to dig a trap outside the door."
"There is no room for frolics in the King's house." Emine gently raised her left hand, pinched a bit of fabric on Cohen's shoulder, and sent him forward directly.
Cohen took an involuntary step and was already outside the passage.
Here, inside and outside are no longer a concept, but two locations with completely different scenery. This feeling is different from Cohen's previous experience of entering the Gate of Grace or the Relief Fantasy of the Land of Sleep, because both locations are real.
There is an unknown distance between them, but now they are crossed by me in one step. From the perspective of a human being, even an excellent human being, it is easy to feel shocked and satisfied.
If things continue like this, it will be a matter of course for him to kneel down and hug the demon's lap.
Although Cohen is still an ordinary human being so far, he is very resistant to this trick, because he himself relies on bluffing people for food. Regardless of the temptation of fame and wealth, or the coercion of power, as long as he keeps to himself, he will not
Something will happen. Cohen has known this since he was a child, but when he took that step, he still closed his eyes.
Emine stood beside Cohen and stopped giving any guidance. Cohen stood quietly with his head lowered for a moment, then raised his head and looked around.
What a grand and solemn palace! Clouds hang from the eaves and corners, and the roof supports the sky!
What a magnificent building! The beams and pillars are crystal clear, and the steps are clear!
Cohen raised his head and looked up, and his field of vision was immediately filled by a huge golden plaque hanging in front of the palace. The line of text on it was tough and wild, and it was about to fly, reflecting the brilliant light in the sky. Turning his body sideways, he saw the simple lines of the palace dome.
It stretches all the way into the distance, and is not limited by the terrain. It is impossible to see the end...
Being under this majestic palace, being washed away and oppressed by the waves of power, no matter who it is, there will be a feeling of insignificance in the heart, and then they will be immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.
The gentle breeze passed by slowly, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the palace rang loudly. This was the only soft sound in the vast majesty, and it suddenly woke up Cohen, who was still looking up into the distance. Following the sound of wind chimes, a group of people walked out of the palace gate.
, all wearing one-piece armor and covered with brocade robes, all of them have beautiful features and strong bodies, but they are not human beings, nor are they the demons that Cohen has seen before.
Cohen was not sure what race they were. He only felt that their behavior was more agile than humans and calmer than elves. Their simple steps carried the power of a charge, like a group of barbarian warriors approaching.
"Good day, guest!" The mighty-looking warrior leader stood in front of the steps with a loud voice: "Before entering the palace, guests must leave their weapons with them. This is a sign of respect for the host. Please be considerate!"
"The guest does as the host does, that's how it should be."
Cohen took off the weapons he carried with him, two knives, one sword, three daggers... As for the others, they should be regarded as "weapons" rather than "weapons", so there is no need to keep them. Fortunately, the leader's gaze
There was no suspicion in it, but Emine looked at Cohen with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Refreshing! We will apologize to the guests later with a big bowl of wine! Guests, please come in, the host is waiting for you inside!"
The six weapons made the warrior leader very satisfied, but he never imagined that these were only part of them, so he gave way.
Inside the hall, several enchanting elf maids came forward, holding incense and embroidered cages to clear the way for Cohen.
Cohen stepped in without thinking.
The main hall is extremely wide, with no end visible from any direction. The rows of crystal-clear columns, which require two people to embrace, appear slender and compact in this hall. In addition, the most eye-catching thing is the huge mirror-like floor.
, it’s so subtle that it reflects the thousands of magic lights on the ceiling. Those exquisitely arranged lights slowly rotate, and they are magnificent, just like the stars on a summer night.
The maid walked in front, and Emine walked behind. Their steps were silent. But when Cohen's feet moved, the floor made a "ripple!" sound, like a pebble falling into water, causing a circle of ripples that spread out and rippled in the hall.
Endless.
There was a trace of helplessness on Cohen's face. He knew that half of the initiative he had managed to create was lost in this soft sound. This sound that broke the calm destroyed the originally equally divided host and guest situation. Cohen, as the object
·Al-Qaeda must speak first, otherwise this "discourteous" move will leave a flaw in Cohen's defense.
But speaking first will make Cohen passive. Even if Cohen does not feel that he is passive, the other party can think so-advantage can not only be produced in the object, but also in the subject.
After all, Cohen was Cohen. Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his head and raised his voice: "Cohen Keda, come here as invited!"
The clear words and bright rhythm caused more ripples in the hall, completely covering up the previous fluctuations.
"For you, this meeting comes too late; but from my perspective, you come early."
Along with Zhongzheng's peaceful response, an invisible and qualitative majesty filled the air from the depths of the hall. It was just right, allowing people to truly feel its existence, but not forcing people's will or hurting their mood.
.
Before the other person showed up, Cohen had already shouted "Okay" in his heart.
What a calm mind! What a tricky situation! (To be continued)