Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

Randolph Manor.

Randolph Borai was the hottest figure in Magnolia City five minutes ago.

Of course, he is incomparable to the real big men-old Jackson, Prince Born, and even Joan Baker. Although Randolph doesn't want to admit it, it is true that Joan Baker has reached a kind of people like them. It's hard to keep up with the height.

But in the eyes of the small and medium-sized nobles, Randolph Bolai is already an absolute big man.

The newest manor he built is the most popular style in Magnolia City. The lake is shining in the sun, and the stone path passes through the green onion cage, and the echo is clear when stepping on it. The protruding windowsill of the house is carved with exquisite patterns, and the family crest of the Borai family is hung on the front door. The manor is surrounded by roses, bon sparks, dianthus, geranium, and valerian, and the main entrance is a large area of ​​magnolia.

The invited guests began to admire and admire the beauty of the manor and Randolph's aesthetics when they walked into the manor. Most of these guests are people related to Randolph's interests. In other words, the people attending the banquet today are more or less mixed in the charity organization. ——Monroe naturally investigated this matter clearly.

These guests also have several socialites, but the grades of these socialites are incomparable to Qili Dalle and Helen Lester. The former needs to pay a physical price to deal with men, while the latter only requires Googou fingers will naturally be delivered to the door.

But despite this, Randolph also felt proud and satisfied in life.

The whitening cream mixed with lead, arsenic and carbonate, the arsenic beauty, the faint smell of rose perfume, and the drunkenness of gold, it is mixed with the **** smell of the poor.

Outside the banquet, a hundred flowers are in full bloom, and the magnolia dominates, but buried under the grass and trees are the bones and flesh of the poor.

Five minutes ago, Randolph Bolai was still the hottest figure in Magnolia City.

Five minutes ago, this banquet was still lively and lively. The bard bounced and sang nasty ballads, causing the noble ladies to hide their faces and chuckle.

But now everything has changed.

Randolph Bolai is still sitting in the first seat, not because he has courage, but because he can't stand up anymore.

The banquet fell into deathly silence, and the people who had just screamed had their mouths covered by the people next to them, for fear of causing Monroe's idea.

Randolph watched all this, realizing that he was imminent, his teeth trembled and he couldn't speak.

Randolph naturally understood what Monroe meant, and he also knew the source of the charity money. After all, it was such a large sum of money. If they could, the Bolai family would also reach out to the Demon World Market. Of course, they would not go against the Demon Race, they dare not. What they want is to tell the Mozu that Joan Baker is a little baron, and cooperation with him is not as good as cooperation with Bolais.

Magnolia City still has such a profitable thing, and it is actually controlled by a small baron who can squeeze to death, which is incredible to Bo Lai.

This is not on the side of the pillow to allow others to snore, this is that others not only sleep next to your pillow but also have **** with your lover. ——For Tuttle Bolai, the problem is so serious.

Yes, the merchants of Magnolia City have been oppressed by the Bolai family for too long.

This is also one of the reasons why Joan Baker directly agreed to cooperate with the Mozu.

"You... the dark church..." Randolph stammered.

Monroe didn't look at him, but politely said to the bard who was holding the lute next to him, "Please continue."

"I, I..." The bard showed a look of fear.

Leona Bell walked over and gave him a sweet smile: "My lord, let you go on." She used some charms when she said this.

The bard felt a little dizzy at once, so he started playing the lute again, and the last reason made him not play the dirty songs, but played the light music of the Fallen Angels, which was melodious and nice.

"Thank you." Monroe nodded at Leona and even made a joke, "It looks like you can speak better than me."

Leona also smiled and replied: "There is a specialization in surgery, my lord."

The relaxed chat between the two did not calm down the other people, they were even more frightened-the man had just killed an individual and there was no fluctuation, and he was still chatting very casually! This is really terrible!

But in fact, many nobles can chat freely after killing a person, the difference is that many of them can't bear to do it themselves...

Monroe took two steps forward, he was still the noble attire of the Fussen Empire. That country is a country rich in culture and art, and their dress has many elements of bard. Therefore, although it is a noble costume, it is not heavy, but light, even with unruly and romantic. He just walked forward so simply, and the other people at the banquet immediately gave him a way, and they desperately squeezed against the wall, letting Randolph and Monroe sitting in the first place face directly.

Monroe was smiling, "I don't want to disturb this lively banquet, I just came to find someone to settle the accounts."

He was very polite, but after he directly killed someone, his behavior caused even greater psychological pressure.

"What are you going to do?!" Randolph cried out because of this psychological pressure.

"Maybe I can remind you, do you know where the money you took from the charity organization came from?" Monroe asked.

"I, I can give you money, I can lose it!" Randolph said.

"All the money must be lost." Monroe said.

"I, I don't have that much money..." Randolph stammered, most of which was confessed to the Borai family.

"That's your problem." Monroe said.

"this……"

"In addition, those who participated in the persecution of the victims must die." Monroe continued.

"Some people are not mine." Randolph said, "I have no right to kill them..."

Monroe interrupted him: "This is also your problem."

"You are killing me!" Randolph lost control of his emotions, he stood up angrily and shouted.

"I didn't come to kill, I came to solve the problem." Monroe's voice was calm, "Of course, I don't mind killing."

His indifferent voice contrasted sharply with Randolph's fierce emotions.

Randolph breathed violently, and his legs began to tremble.

"The money you took, in triplicate, one is Duke Jackson's, one is Princess Lydia's own small vault, and the last one is that of the adult." Monroe revealed a typical villain. A cruel smile: "I said, you guys like to use the royal family's money, that's all. If you dare to use the demon clan's money, is it impatient to live."

When he said this, the aura on his body had changed. His eyes changed from blue to a dark and terrifying abyss. His eyeballs seemed to be a carrier constructed by countless desires and negative emotions, the essence of the silt of the soul. He just looked at Randolph, causing Randolph's body to lose control again and fell into the seat.

Randolph is dying of regret now, why does he want this? How could he fall to this point?

But what he regrets is not doing bad things or making the poor suffer. What he regrets is taking too much money. They wouldn't be able to find out if I took less money in the first place, and everything will be fine-Randolph thought.

This person is already so bad.

02.

When Monroe and his party had a banquet, Hill went to Magnolia City. He first found Theodore and asked Theodore to find Princess Lydia.

Theodore kept in touch with Princess Lydia through Lydia's former close maid, Linda. He was very efficient, and Hill met Princess Lydia in the magazine half an hour later.

Theodore was preparing to serve tea and snacks, but Hill stopped him: "I didn't come to eat these, presumably neither is the princess, so it's straightforward to talk about business."

Hill behaved rather rudely. But others must accept this.

"His Royal Highness Greenward." Princess Lydia gave him a noble gift.

Hill just nodded faintly, raised his hand, "Sit down."

This still rude performance made Lydia's brows pass light marks, but she still sat down.

"I have something to do with you," Hill said straight to the point, and then slowed down, "It's about charity."

If he has something to say here, he hopes Princess Lydia will be psychologically prepared, such as telling the truth.

Here Theodore obviously misunderstood the details Hill showed: "Do you need me to avoid it?" Theodore asked. He thought Hill was telling him to slow down.

"No," Hill said. "You are your own."

"Okay." Theodore's voice was cheerful.

"So, what do you want to tell me about charity?" Hill turned to Princess Lydia.

Princess Lydia thought for a while and said, "Uh, thank you Mr. Greenward?"

Hill looked at Princess Lydia's expression carefully, trying to find a trace of lying, but he didn't find it. "Hehe. What do you do every day?"

This repeated rude behavior finally made Princess Lydia unable to bear it: "Mr. Greenward, your question is a bit too presumptuous."

"Really." Hill said indifferently: "Then let me put it another way, how much time do you spend on charity?"

"I pay attention to the latest developments every few days." Princess Lydia said confidently: "I spend more time studying horsemanship than I do."

Oh, comparing philanthropy to equestrianism, this is really... in the eyes of the princess, this is a "funny gadget". Hill couldn't help shaking his head. Didn't the tears she shed from the things she saw flowed into her heart?

Theodore frowned over there. Although he was constrained by the times, he didn't feel right.

Hill glanced at Theodore and said, "Theodore, you can ask next."

Theodore nodded, he thought for a while, and first asked, "Lydia, who did you give this matter to?"

Their reaction made Lydia a little at a loss. Unlike Olivia, Lydia really belongs to the kind raised in a boudoir, "It's my uncle's family." She said softly.

Theodore didn't react a little.

"Bolai." Hill prompted.

Theodore understood this surname as soon as he heard it. He frowned, and his voice was condemned: "Have you ever inquired about the reputation of the Burlais?"

Princess Lydia was a little aggrieved: "I know some, but the commoners dare to scold even the royal family, let alone the Bolai family..."

Theodore didn't know what to say for a moment, there were some things he could say, and some things were really inconvenient to say.

So Hill asked on his behalf: "So, do you think the royal family should be scolded?"

Lydia stood up.

This sentence is really heartbreaking.

She and Hill looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Princess Lydia sat down slowly. "I will inspect and give lectures every once in a while... they should have done a good job." She explained aggrievedly. This posture of lowering her body is already very rare for her, after all, she is a princess loved by all.

"I got some information." Hill said. He glanced at the oil lamp on the table, then he put his finger in and pulled out a stack of papers, which Monroe had just sent by Irvine: " This is the specific information sent by the Dark Vatican. I haven't read it yet. I'm afraid I will kill people out of control."

Hill handed the stack of papers to Princess Lydia, and Princess Lydia turned pale after reading a page: "This, is this true?"

Hill did not answer this question. no need.

03.

Randolph Manor.

"You, dare you?" Randolph Bolai stood up, his pupils trembling violently, "I am a Bolai! You can't kill me!"

"Yes." Monroe said, "I can't kill you."

A black mist surged on his skin, his eyes had turned evil red, and his body was enveloped in a hell-like atmosphere. The mist condensed into a throne behind him. He sat down gracefully, with his legs on top of each other and the scepter on his knees. There was an unconcealable contempt in his eyes, "But they can."

"What do you mean?" Randolph asked.

Monroe closed her eyes and slumbered, Leona next to her tilted her head, and a bunch of resentful spirits floated out of her. The bunch of resentful spirits were twisted together, making the environment in front of her even more terrifying like a nightmare.

Someone finally couldn't control his emotions and screamed.

Leona said, "God wants to be quiet."

The screaming person immediately stopped making a sound as if he was stuck in his throat.

Leona continued to say briskly: "Well, we planned like this. All of you here are not good people, so I have a suggestion. You can wash your sins by joining the Holy See, and my lord will bless you. of."

The situation is clear now.

Join the Dark Vatican, or die.

04.

Magnolia City.

Lydia's tears fell on the paper with various information written on it.

Hill had made up his mind already.

At this time, the flame changed color, and a piece of paper came out from the shot. While Hill thought that it was really like the Goblet of Fire in the Triwizard Tournament, he caught the paper with his hand.

Above is Monroe's handwriting.

After taking a look, he pinched the note into the flame. The flame burned the note and gently licked Hill's fingers. Hill blew the remaining black ashes on his fingers and said: "The latest information, there is a noble man on my side who is angry with Randolph. He wants to kill Randolph, and I also think a little."

Given Theodore’s knowledge of Hill, he planned to do so every time he said "a little bit"...

Princess Lydia: "But..."

"How about you solve this problem?" Hill interrupted her comfortably, and did not let her continue. "Your Royal Highness, how about a little value?"

Princess Lydia was a little at a loss: "Do I need to take care of you killing Randolph Bolai?"

"Yes." Hill nodded, "I suggest that you should be better, at least not too far from Miss Jackson's, you are a princess. Otherwise, I will be troubled." He smiled that way, He picked up the hat over there, flicked it twice, put it on his head, and left.

Theodore chased after Hill not far away, "Mr. Greenward!"

"Huh?" Hill stopped. "What?"

"How can I help you?" Theodore asked.

"Aren't you going to comfort your princess?" Hill quipped

Theodore sternly said: "She is a princess, and there are things that can be endured."

Hill asked with a smile: "Does it include losing you?"

"Forehead……"

"Just kidding." Hill seemed to be joking.

Theodore was a little at a loss, but he still said, "Uh, yes, can I help?"

"Are you planning to enter a charity organization?" Hill asked.

"Yes." Theodore nodded, "I think I can help, but the magazine..."

"The magazine needs you. You know what the magazine is like now. I suggest that you should start cultivating suitable talents. I will only consider letting you manage other departments when there are enough manpower." Hill said, " I will go to Old Jackson about charity. I have to reorganize this matter, but you can rest assured that charity will definitely continue."

"Okay, sir." Theodore listened attentively, and then he said, "I have a merciless request..."

Hill said: "You want Princess Lydia to continue to be a charity organization, right?"

"En." Theodore was not embarrassed after being pierced, and he did not twitch, but expressed his thoughts generously: "After all, Princess Lydia has not been in contact with the outside too much, so she stood from her point of view. Making this kind of mistake is..."

Hill admired Theodore's attitude.

"But do you know the consequences of her mistake?" Hill asked.

"I am willing to bear it for her." Theodore said, "please give her another chance."

Hill looked at Theodore for a while. "You are just a human being. There are some things you can't afford."

"This is a responsibility. Just like in the movie, don't bully the young and poor. Because young people have infinite possibilities." Theodore did not fear, he said seriously: "I will work harder and treat myself more harshly. "

Theodore. It's really a male protagonist in a novel.

Hill liked him very well.

"Very well, then continue to do so. I promised that your future is immeasurable."

Then Hill said to the air: "You stay here in the future to protect his safety."

The dark elf appeared, kneeling on one knee, "Yes, my king."

Theodore was taken aback, and immediately reacted: "Thank you, Mr. Greenward."

05.

Randolph Manor.

The guests stepped forward one by one to sign a contract, and then drank the water of the river that Leona gave them.

One of them wanted to win the door, but Leona's evil spirits gave the result directly. This made the guests even faster. At this time, the twenty-seven people at the banquet, except for the bard who was still playing the piano, drank the water of the Styx.

"Breaching the vows of the talents will be completely destroyed. If you are ready to try, you can show it to others." Leona said, "I suggest you try it yourself, but it's a bit painful." She said so. , Also showed a cute smile.

...This is a devil.

The people present were silent.

"Then issue the first mission, you kill Randolph together," Leona licked her lips, her eyes released a fascinating light: "God is watching you."

The bard was still immersed in Leona's enchanting magic, with a vain smile, playing the lute intoxicated.

That tune is so beautiful.

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