An invincible journey that begins with a different race

"Don't worry." Aesop made an "OJBK" gesture towards Stank, "The first time I was not very proficient, but the second and third times will be different. It will be smoother after a few more attempts. Yes. As long as you tell your father to relax, I will definitely succeed."

"...What you'd better say is really memory magic."

Stank really didn't want Aesop to continue watching. Who knows what other scenes this guy would see that he shouldn't see.

But there is no other way now. My unreliable father knows nothing and can't remember anything. Now I can only count on Aesop.

"I beg you, Aesop." Stank raised a finger towards Aesop and said in a pleading tone, "Can you be reliable just this once? Can you be reliable just this once?"

"Don't worry." Aesop gave a thumbs up to Stank, "And when have I not been reliable?"

Seeing Aesop's confident look, Stank really didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh and let Aesop continue to try.

With Stank's permission, Aesop once again put his hand on Alder's forehead and started a new round of memory search.

This time, it took him much longer than last time.

However, he would open his eyes from time to time and stare at Alder for a few times. When Stank thought he had found the memory, he would immediately close his eyes and continue searching without saying anything about himself. What was discovered.

This went back and forth five or six times. When Stank couldn't help but want to pull him down, he finally opened his eyes and ended the memory magic.

"Well, we finally succeeded this time!" Stank immediately came up, fearing that Aesop would say something inappropriate again, so he quickly reminded, "Think it over before you speak!"

At this time, Alder also opened his eyes, looked at Aesop with some curiosity, and said: "Your technique is quite good. I have encountered the kind of magician who can memorize magic before, but Their technique... was quite blunt, and it made me feel quite painful. Which magic academy did you study at, and who was your teacher? Maybe I know you."

"Ahem, cough, cough...don't pay attention to things that have nothing to do with you at this time!"

Stank said angrily, while thinking to himself that his old man was really very good at paying attention to key points.

If you ask who Aesop's teacher is, it will really scare you to death.

Naturally, Aesop would not tell Alder who his teacher was, so he went directly to the topic and said: "I did find it...but, there is more than one."

"What's more than one?" Stank was shocked, "You mean, my dad had fun more than once that night?!"

"Oh, that's not the case," Aesop said. "I mean, I found a few memories that fit the criteria, but I'm not sure which one it is."

"How many memories meet the requirements?" Stank frowned and asked with some confusion, "Why does this happen?"

"Because Mr. Alder has experienced being happy while drunk more than once." Aesop said, "And what a person can remember when drunk is very limited. Basically, it's the kind of thing where you don't know what it is. When, I don’t know who it was with, there are only one or two places that have a deep impression, so it can form a memory point, and there are three such memory points in total. And the experience that night should be among these three .”

Stank couldn't help but glance at Alder. It turned out that his father had experienced this kind of drunkenness without knowing who he was having fun with three times!

I really don't know what to say.

Jer asked: "Then how can we tell which section it is?"

Aesop said: "You can only ask Mr. Alder."

Hearing what Aesop said, Alder frowned slightly: "You put it like that, how do I know which one it is? Are there any differences between these three memories?"

"Yes." Aesop nodded and said, "These three memories are 15 minutes, 7 minutes, and 32 seconds respectively."

Several people were slightly stunned, and they didn't realize what they were talking about at first.

But after they reacted, everyone's expressions became very subtle.

The fuck is this okay?

Everyone looked at Alder, and Alder also understood the cruel truth he was facing. He did not answer immediately, but lit a cigarette with trembling hands, and then spoke slowly. Talking about the past: "In the past, I was still very strong, but after all, old people cannot rely on their muscles and bones for strength."

"So it's the 32 seconds?"

Alder's body trembled violently, and his body that originally looked very strong was actually a little rickety at this moment.

Finally, he took a long puff of cigarette, sighed heavily, and said nothing.

But everything he wanted to say was already integrated into this sigh.

At that moment, Stank looked at his father and suddenly felt a great sadness.

Then Gan Qiu's words, "You're lying if you can still have 32 seconds at such an old age, aren't you?" broke the guard, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The sadness and loneliness immediately turned into a happy atmosphere. Even Alder couldn't hold it back and almost choked on the cigarette.

After reluctantly regaining his composure, Alder turned to look at Aesop and asked, "So, do you already know who it is?"

"I can't draw a conclusion yet, because I don't know the five people you mentioned, and you don't have specific images of each other in your memory." Aesop said, "So the information available is relatively limited."

"Limited is okay, it's better than nothing at all." Alder said, "Tell me, height or weight?"

"None of them." Aesop shook his head, then raised his hand, made a gesture of holding something, and said, "It's about this big."

After a few people were stunned, they realized what Aesop was talking about.

Good guy, you don’t know your height or weight, so you know this!

Several people looked at Aesop speechlessly, and Aesop explained: "This is not my memory, it is Mr. Alder's memory. About that night, this is the only thing Mr. Alder can remember. .”

... Even though he was already drunk and unconscious, he still remembered the size and weight of Oppai. Stank no longer knew how to complain.

"But what's the use of knowing this news..." Ganqiu just started, but was interrupted by Alder.

"No, it's really useful." Alder stared at Aesop's hand and said slowly, "If it is determined to be this size, then at least one can be eliminated, and even two can be eliminated directly!"

Stank turned his head and looked at his father in shock: "Can you rule this out?"

"Of course." Alder glanced sideways at Stank, "This is very important information, okay? Your father and I were able to rely on Oppai when we were at our peak..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Stank interrupted Alder's boasting with a headache, "Since we can rule it out, hurry up and find the real unlucky guy."

Alder was a little dissatisfied: "How can he be the unlucky guy? If he finds her, she will be my real wife and your mother."

Although Stank wanted to quarrel with Alder and said that he would never call anyone his mother again, once he spoke, it meant that he would quarrel with Alder again. Now he was already in front of Aesop and Jer. Now that you have big eyes, you should keep some of your underpants and don't argue with this old man.

"The candidates were suddenly reduced to three, which is really easy to eliminate." Jer suddenly clapped his hands, "Then, you only need to tell us who those three people are, and we can help you find you. That’s the real lady.”

"Yes." Aesop nodded and said, "If you find it troublesome, I can help you verify it."

Alder raised his head and looked at Aesop and asked, "How do you want to verify it?"

Aesop raised his hand and grasped it in vain.

Alder's mouth twitched slightly: "Well, this is my wife after all, so it's better for me to verify it myself. You guys have come a long way, so you should go and rest first."

Seeing what Alder said, they couldn't force him to do anything, so they had no choice but to nod and prepare to leave.

But when Aesop walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Alder. After pondering for a moment, he asked: "What is the name of the magician who gave you an absolute shot?"

When Alder was still thinking about which person that size belonged to, he was slightly stunned when he heard Aesop ask: "Are you talking about that magician?"

Aesop nodded. When he used memory magic on Alder just now, he felt a familiar magic breath on his body, so he asked this question.

"Oh, that's a pretty famous female magician." Alder said, "Her name is Demia."

Aesop's eyelids immediately twitched.

On the other side of the Demon King's City, Demia, who was lying on Death Abys's lap and took a nap, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately fell off his white thighs, his beautiful eyes filled with joy.

"Hehehehe, my little junior brother." Demia licked her seductive red lips, "I finally found you."

[-] My ability to become the Demon King is all due to my lack of talent.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!" When Demiya fell into ecstasy because she found the trace of Aesop, Death Abyss was naturally awakened. She was so angry that she directly pointed a knife at her Demia's head was chopped off, "Let the devil sleep!"

However, the hand knife failed to land on Demiya's head, but was blocked by a magic barrier.

Demia raised her head and looked at Death Abyss. Not only was she not angry, she also said with a smile: "What's the point of sleeping? Sister, there is something more interesting here. Do you want to know what it is?"

"You just shouted out, do you think I'm deaf?" Death Abyss said angrily, "Didn't you find the whereabouts of your junior brother again... hmm? Why do you use 'again'? Isn’t your little junior brother staying in Mengmao Town all the time? He hasn’t lost contact with him since he was escorted.”

"No, no, no, he is not in Dream Demon Town now." Demia said, "He ran to another place... To be precise, he should have run into the small trap I set for him. "

Death Abyss looked at Demia very suspiciously and asked: "Another little trap?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"That little trap you made last time..." Death Abyss said through gritted teeth, "you got me into it!"

"Uh, haha, that was an accident."

"It's surprising how big you are!" Death Abyss clenched his fists tightly and said, "Thanks to your last strategizing, my body was still clean, but my spirit was not clean, so what am I now? Clean or unclean?"

"As long as you think you are clean, you are clean." Demia said with a smile, "There is nothing to worry about."

Death Abyss snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to argue with Demiya at all, so he lay down again, turned over and turned his back to Demia, intending to continue sleeping.

Demia, on the other hand, didn't want to let her go, so he walked directly in front of her and asked, "Aren't you always saying that you must come back with revenge and show my little junior brother some color? Why now? Are you so depressed again? Have you decided to let him go?"

"Oh, if he were not Abel's disciple, I would have captured him in the Demon King's city right now and ravaged him a thousand times." Death Abys glanced sideways at Demia, "But he That is, what can we do? You can’t do anything about your teacher, so don’t try to trick me into dying."

"So there has never been a chance before, but now, hasn't the opportunity come?" Demia squinted his eyes and smiled, "My little junior brother seems to have stepped into the threshold of the arcanist."

Death Abyss just said "Oh" and had no intention of responding.

And Demia was not in a hurry, just watching her quietly from the side.

After about a minute, Death Abyss raised his head belatedly and looked at Demia: "What did you just say?"

Demia repeated: "I said, my little junior brother has already entered the threshold of arcanist."

Death Abyss was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up suddenly. The huge body stepped on it so that the entire Demon King's City shook slightly.

"What the hell?! Your junior brother is already an arcanist?!" Death Abyss immediately panicked, pacing back and forth in the spacious Demon King's City, "How is it possible? How could it be so fast?! You Didn't he say that it would take at least several decades for him to become an arcanist... Hell, he is already an arcanist? Then how should I compete with him... No, why would I still want to compete with him? Ah, how can I possibly compete with the Arcanist!"

As he spoke, despair appeared in Death Abyss' pupils.

"He will definitely take revenge! He will definitely take revenge on me!" Death Abyss began to chant, "He will tie me up in the basement! He will turn me into a thermal weapon! He will make me use postures that I don't like. To cater to his favorite posture! He would smile at me arrogantly when I said no..."

"Well, your imagination is too rich." Demia said speechlessly, "I want you to stop reading pornographic books in bed. Your imagination is too rich!"

"This is not a question of whether to read pornographic books or not, okay! These are all my actions to think about how to retaliate against him after I catch him!" Death Abyss shouted, "Then he will deal with me in turn. , it’s also very possible!”

"...If you say so, it is indeed possible."

Hearing Demiya say that this is indeed possible, Death Abyss was even more frightened, and even his face turned pale.

"No, no, I can't just sit back and wait for death!" Death Abyss clenched his fists tightly, "I am the Demon King who is responsible for reviving the future of the Demon Race! How can I be treated like that by an arcanist? I have to do something What."

Demiya nodded and said happily: "Boys can be taught. If that's the case, then we will..."

"How about putting on a maid outfit and sitting down in front of him?" Death Abyss asked. "Wear something sexy and act a bit pitiful. Maybe he will let us go?"

Demiya's pleased expression disappeared instantly.

"I said... there is no need to be like this." Demia took a deep breath, and then said in a very helpless tone, "You are also the king of the demons after all. Is it necessary to be so cowardly?"

"You also know that I am the Demon King!" Demia said, "Then you should know that during the war years, the Demon King was used by arcanists as the elite boss in the dungeon, right? The Dragon Clan is still alive after all. There are dragon kings who can barely fight with arcanists, but we demons are completely beaten. My great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, and great-grandfather Zeng Zeng are all the trophies of arcanists! Their talents are still there to this day. Being hung as an exhibit in a human museum! Do you know how humiliating this is to a demon? It’s because of this that I became the Demon King!”

"Well, I really don't know the reason why you became the Demon King." Demia asked curiously, "After all, you are the only female Demon King in thousands of years, and you didn't tell me the reason."

"The reason is very simple." Demia said in a tearful tone, "Because I don't have a son! So if I am unlucky enough to be singled out by an arcanist, at least there won't be another one in the human museum. Brand new cow!"

Demia: "..."

"Damn it, one of the reasons why we demons want to join politics so much is to restrain the arcanists and make them stop being so violent." Death Abyss sat down on the ground and sighed. Said, "But now, you tell me that your junior brother is already an arcanist, what the hell are you going to do?"

"You are too impatient. I didn't say he was an arcane master." Demia said, "I just said that he has entered the threshold of an arcane master and has a certain amount of arcane power."

Death Abyss asked in confusion: "Is there any difference?"

Demiya once again popularized the theory of experience bars to Death Abis.

After listening, Death Abyss thought: "You mean, his current experience bar has not been filled up yet, so he is not considered a real arcanist?"

"Yes." Demia nodded and said, "And he majored in star magic. This is a path that no one has taken before. In other words, there is no way to know how long his experience bar is. People know. So... you know what I mean, this is the last chance."

"I understand." Death Abyss nodded solemnly, "You mean, as long as we give in before he becomes a real arcane master, then even if he becomes a real arcane master, Master, are you too embarrassed to fight with us?"

Demia: "..."

"Huh? Isn't that what you meant?"

"Of course... not anymore." Demia took a deep breath and said, "I mean, this is our last chance to take action! There will be no chance when he really becomes an arcanist. "

"Ah, so that's what you meant."

"Otherwise?" Demia said speechlessly, "Do you want me to join you in a maid outfit and sit down in front of him?"

Death Abyss thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I think this idea is quite good. Do you really not want to consider it?"

"Don't worry, when he becomes a real arcanist, I will definitely kneel down faster than anyone else, but now, we still have a chance." Demia said, "He has fallen into my trap. Among them, the man named Alder is the father of his good friend, the lord of a small place, and he is there now."

Death Abyss was a little puzzled: "But why didn't you take action before? Now that he has entered the threshold of the arcanist and is stronger than before, you are going to take action?"

Demia looked at Death Abyss and asked: "What are we afraid of if we didn't take action before?"

"Of course he's his teacher."