My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 135: Playing too many high-level games, not yet fully integrated into the new rank.

"deal?"

Under the cover of night, Roland walked through the dilapidated streets of Blackthorn Territory, recalling the words spoken by the remnant soul of the Demon King within the gauntlet before its silence.

To be honest, this doesn't even qualify as a transaction.

In business, the principle is to exchange money for goods.

Who settles payment for goods right away?
After the system's authentication check, Roland was also able to confirm that using the two spells given by the Demon King would not cause any consequences.

Aside from the fact that the spell's structure is completely different from that used by humans and elves, there are no hidden dangers.

The only downside is that it consumes a lot of energy.

Given Roland's current total magical power, he can only unleash the full power of the Boundary-Breaking Spear once at most.

However, compared to the effects of these two techniques, these costs become acceptable.

Having obtained these two powerful spells, Roland could easily have given up and refused to fulfill the "deal" the Demon King had made.

But that's the problem.

The target of the deal is the prototype of the Demon King's Hand.

It might also include those few Chaos Brotherhood guys.

Both the Demon King's words and the abilities displayed by the Chaos Brotherhood in this operation almost clearly indicate that there is cooperation between the two sides.

That spatial rift was one of the capabilities that the prototype was able to perform.

Clearly, both of these groups are people Roland has to deal with.

The Demon King just happened to share the same goal as Roland and incidentally provided him with some assistance.

only……

Could it be that the Demon King's remnant souls don't agree with each other?
Why does the remnant soul residing in this gauntlet so despise the Chaos Brotherhood, yet another entity is willing to cooperate with it?

It seems there are still many answers I need to find.

"Roland, Roland, something's not right about you?"

Kalia's voice pulled Roland out of his reverie. He turned to look at Kalia and smiled, "Nothing, just thinking about something."

"Really? You rushed Nina and me to the Viscount's mansion, then locked yourself in your room for a short while before running out by yourself... Are you alright?"

Although it's unclear how Kalia arrived at the conclusion that Roland was injured, the other party clearly took this conjecture seriously.

Seeing the other person anxiously checking her over, Roland gently patted Kalia's head: "You're really alright. Besides, I was in the tank with you the whole time, how could I possibly get hurt?"

"Tanks? What tanks?" Kalia was taken aback.

"Ah... it's Mashu No. 1."

So what does "tank" mean?

"Forget that name, Kalia."

Roland stopped in the street and looked at Kalia beside him, asking, "So you chased after them all by yourself?"

"Yes, Nina was called away by the old woman, who said she needed her to help with something."

"Ms. Fram asked Cellina for help?" Roland was taken aback. "When did that happen?"

"Just now, Nina and I were helping to clear some rubble on the street when the old woman came up to us."

Kalia nudged Roland in the chest with an annoyed tone, saying, "I was going back to the Viscount's mansion to find you, but as soon as I turned around, I saw you walking alone on the street, looking so preoccupied."

"If I had turned around even a little later, wouldn't I have been unable to find you again?"

Roland smiled somewhat awkwardly, then naturally changed the subject: "Are you hungry? How about we go find something to eat?"

"Hey, how could there possibly be any food at this hour?" Kalia looked around and complained, "Besides, the city's turned into this, where would we even find food?"

"Why not? If you don't believe me, come with me."

Roland didn't explain further, but simply led Kalia toward the edge of the city.

Although the battle nearly wiped out the Blackthorn Territory's city defense forces, the evacuation of the city's residents proceeded smoothly thanks to the help of the Adventurers' Guild, the local church, and the society.

Although there are almost no intact houses in the town now, at least they can still live in tents on the large flat land cleared outside the town.

The support from the Papacy, the Society, and neighboring city-states will allow them to weather this harsh winter safely.

Although their homes were destroyed, at least they still have the opportunity to start over.

It can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

Roland and Kalia walked between the refugees and the reinforcements stationed there.

The city garrison from Aslan territory is distributing relief supplies with the help of several paladins from the Academy and the Holy See.

Each person received two fist-sized pieces of bread, accompanied by a bowl of hot canned meat broth.

This is considered a generous amount among disaster relief grain.

Anyway, Kalia looked quite tempted.

This time, however, she unusually didn't go up directly to ask for one, but instead stood very restrainedly next to Roland.

"Why don't you get a bowl? It'll probably taste so-so, but it's definitely not going to be bad."

In response to Roland's teasing, Kalia simply wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and said, "Forget it... how can I compete with these people who have just lost their homes for food?"

"Roland, let's go quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist if we stay any longer..."

"Oh, it's you guys?"

Some familiar voices rang out in front of the two of them.

Roland looked down and saw that Ma Xiu was carrying a large iron plate, which was full of freshly baked bone-in steaks that had been drizzled with sauce.

"!!!" Kalia's eyes lit up almost instantly, causing Mash to involuntarily take two steps back.

Roland silently pulled Kalia aside and then asked, "What are these?"

"Ah, these are some food reserves that we've learned about."

"When the Aslan branch set out, they probably anticipated this situation, so they brought a lot of food with them."

"It's a good time to take some out and distribute it to these disaster victims."

"...Hey Roland, what's going on with your girlfriend?"

Mashu stared at Roland with deadpan eyes, or rather, at Kalia standing next to Roland.

Roland smiled awkwardly: "She must be hungry, after all, she only ate some cream-filled cookies today."

"I see... Have you eaten?" Mashu asked Roland.

"Not yet."

"After I finish delivering these things, you can come back to the camp with me. Our guild leader wants to see you, and I was wondering where to find you."

"Is it really possible?!"

Before Roland could answer, Kalia broke free from his grasp and rushed to Mash, crouching down to look directly into his eyes.

"Okay... so please move aside and stop staring at what I'm holding. There are plenty more in the camp."

……

Ten minutes later, a flat area in the woodland that had been temporarily cleared was found.

Roland looked up at the two giant machines in front of him.

One is Mashu No. 1, which still retains its tank form, and the other is a giant robot that resembles a mechanical spider but is structurally completely unusable.

Below these two robots, a lively picnic was in full swing.

Researchers in white lab coats are unleashing their culinary talents, creating a series of astonishingly creative dishes.

Fortunately, their barbecue area was relatively normal; they were just grilling meat in a proper and orderly manner.

But just one glance was enough for Roland to know that he would have to eat barbecue tonight.

I probably can't enjoy those creative dishes.

Kalia, on the other hand, was very excited and, after obtaining permission from Mash and the other researchers present, immediately joined in the tasting of the creative dishes.

She will be presented with creative dishes such as strawberry fish stew and mint chili chicken cutlet.

As for Roland himself, he met the president of the Aslan Academy branch under Mash's guidance.

At first glance, the person didn't seem very old, probably in their thirties or forties. They wore glasses, had no beard, and looked like a serious researcher.

If you ignore the two spider-like mechanical arms mounted on its back, it does indeed look like an ordinary researcher.

"You must be Mr. Roland? It's a pleasure to meet you!"

“My name is Baron Fisher, president of the Aslan territory branch of the Society. You can just call me Baron.”

Roland: "..."

"Nice to meet you."

Roland was somewhat taken aback by the other party's enthusiasm.

Logically speaking, my interactions with the association were limited to my single visit, during which I thoroughly blew up their knowledge base.

This is hardly a friendly exchange.

Although the Academy itself and Roland himself believed that this was just a malfunction.

But Roland thought that there must be quite a few people who shared the same idea as Mashu.

After a brief handshake, Roland took the initiative to ask, "So, President Baron, Mash told me you wanted to meet with me. What is the reason?"

"Oh, you're such a straightforward person! I thought you were going to say something polite and formal. I like your direct and to-the-point personality!"

Baron nervously rubbed his hands together, then asked with a slightly embarrassed smile, "Um, sir... do you think I could reveal just a little bit... about the secret of the spell you released through Mashu's machine before?"

"I don't need to tell you the structure of the technique; I just want to know the principle behind it."

Roland was stunned after hearing Baron's request, and subconsciously asked, "You can't even see that?"

These words immediately created an awkward situation.

Barron's smile froze for a moment.

Roland also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue.

But you can't entirely blame him.

Since Roland left Riskan, he's been playing high-level matches.

He was used to Flam seeing through the essence of his spells at a glance.

"Um...sorry, it's just a habit."

Roland coughed awkwardly, then began to explain: "The spell itself is nothing special."

"After all, whether it's the familiars of the demon race or the prototypes of those two Demon King's Hands, they all essentially rely on rune inscriptions for operation."

“Runic inscription can be seen as a simplified version of spell circuits.”

"Therefore, the spell used to interfere with the release of the spell can naturally also affect the familiar and that prototype machine."

"As for the remarkable effect, it is all thanks to Miss Mashu's Mashu No. 1 and her special shells."

(End of this chapter)