Under the thin and simple work clothes, there is an incredibly old man. There are tens of thousands of wrinkles on his face, which look more exaggerated than the growth rings of a thousand-year-old tree.
"Oh hehehe, what a rare visitor." The old man laughed dryly in a low and hoarse voice.
The word "old monster" is really suitable to describe this old man------he is both old and looks like a monster.
The sound that hit the ground just now was not a weapon, but the stick in the old man's hand. The hunched figure barely managed to avoid falling to the ground with the support of the metal stick.
God knows how old he is. It's a miracle that he can still move around at this age!
"Big cat and little girl over there, how did you get to this [bond]?" the old man asked again.
After spending tens of seconds to be surprised, and even longer to look at the old man, Vivian exclaimed as soon as she opened her mouth: "Oh my God! Count Demian D. Cornwell, [Lord of Chaos]"
]!You are actually still alive!"
"Huh? There are still people who know me in this era?" There was a trace of surprise on the old man's face. In fact, the wrinkles on the old man's face covered most of his expression. It is not easy to reveal this faint surprise.
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"Of course I recognize you, your portrait is still hanging in the old castle in my hometown." Vivian promised in a low voice, "I am your great-great-granddaughter, Vivian Conwell."
"Oh, really?" The old man was stunned for a while, then looked at Vivian, "By the way, you are indeed somewhat similar to Nivi."
"That's my grandmother." Vivian rushed to say, "Great-great-grandfather Demian, do you know it is the fifth century AD? If you are really still alive, do you know how old you are?!"
"Hmm..." The old man thought again and again. He was getting a little confused because of his old age. "Probably, ten thousand years old?"
"...Oh, it turns out that I am already so old. Hehehehe------"
Paramedis secretly tugged at the corner of Vivian's clothes: "Can a succubus live for so long?...How old is it?"
"Convert it to the lifespan of your orcs. You orcs can live about five hundred years, and he has lived for three thousand years. Humans can live up to one hundred and fifty years, and he has lived six times that."
"Oh." Palamedes then reacted. A leopard man who could live for five hundred years was already extremely old, and this old man was six times longer than the oldest man he had ever seen.
No wonder Vivian is so surprised. Demian's lifespan has completely exceeded the limit of his species.
Surprised, surprise, you still have to ask what you should ask. Vivian calmed down and asked directly: "Great-great-grandfather, why are you here? What kind of place is this?"
"Here? Well, where is this place?..." The old man began to fall into deep thought, and his severe Alzheimer's disease made him think for a long time.
Vivian became impatient: "Change the question. What do you do every day?"
The old man's eyes immediately became smart: "Oh, yes, yes. I am here every day, tinkering with machines and creating new gadgets. You know."
"every day?"
"Yes, how happy." The old man talked about the things he was interested in, his eyes glowed, and he became more and more excited: "Those foxes brought me all the materials I needed, I just need to assemble the things. You
You know, it’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle. After you finish it, you will have a bunch of shiny artifacts. How beautiful------"
Paramedis was angry: "Damn it! He is making artifacts for the foxes! No wonder the foxes have so many heaven-defying weapons in their hands!"
Vivian signaled her husband not to interrupt. She frowned and asked, "Great-great-great-grandfather, who ordered you to do this? Who brought you to a place like this?"
"Who?" The old man's eyes became hazy again, "Well, who is it? I can't remember------she is------"
"Her name is Morgose, right?" Vivian asked coaxingly.
"Hmm... It seems right, but it doesn't seem right either. What are you talking about?"
"Morgan, Morgan Le Fay." Vivian said another name.
A gleam of light flashed in the old man's eyes: "Yes, yes, it's called Morgan! The little girl said that as long as I stay here, her servants will send me research materials. What I want to do, she
Everything will satisfy me. It’s really nice here. You have everything you need. The only problem is that the lighting is not very sufficient ------＂
Vivian and Paramedes looked at each other in confusion: a mystery was solved. There was collusion between Morgan and the Vulperans, and she used the Lord of Chaos, Demian, to create (reproduce) a large number of ancient artifacts.
The foxes, and even the Hungarians, are able to declare war on humans so arrogantly precisely because they have strong technical support behind them.
"Morgan, after I find her, I want to make her look good." Palamedes said through gritted teeth.
"Forget it, you can't beat Morgan." Vivian poured a plate of cold water on the big cat's head.
"Great-great-grandfather, do you know about the [Scarlet Plague]?" Vivian decided to get down to business.
"[Scarlet Plague]?...Oh, you are referring to the [Self-Destruction Factor], right? In the past, the foxes often killed the imps when doing experiments on them. They didn't know about the [Self-Destruction Factor].
, I told them kindly."
"And you just watch them experiment on children and don't stop them at all?!"
"Well, why do you want to stop it?" The old man smiled sinisterly, "It's also good to do experiments with living things. I have even done it myself and transformed a few."
The big cat suddenly became furious and grabbed the old man: "What did you say?! You damn old monster!"
"Stop, Parami!" Vivian stopped, "It won't help if you tell him such things. Let him go."
"But, but!!" When the Leopard Man thought about his two sons, he had nowhere to vent his resentment.
"Demian has no sense of good and evil. For him, this is all just a [research]. Right, great-great-grandfather?"
"Hehehehe, maybe." The old man continued to sneer, "I am a succubus, and I am not of the same race as you orcs. Why should I pity you furballs?"
The big cat gnashed his teeth in hatred.
To the Lord of Chaos, Orcs like Palamedes are just lumps of meat.
Even if these meatballs were cut open for research, Demian didn't think it was any sin.
The old man didn't treat the orcs as [human beings] at all.
Orcs are just [gene soldiers] created by the ancient gods and humans.
It’s just a prop!
They are no different from the numerous golem limbs lying across this huge room.
The reality is very annoying. But it's all true.
At least, the old man didn't torture those orc children just because he liked it. The foxes were the culprits, not Demian.
Venting your anger on a demented old man who doesn't even know the difference between good and evil will not help at all.
"Damn it!" Palamedes threw the old man down and punched the ground hard to vent his dissatisfaction.