An invincible journey that begins with a different race

So Stank and Jer patted Demiya on the shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, with understanding on their faces.

Fortunately, Demia recovered quickly.

Even if he couldn't see anything related to his heart, Demia didn't need to pay attention to Aesop's heart anyway. As long as he got Aesop's first bucket...oh, it was a research sample.

Don't worry about the rest at all, so as not to have too much contact with Aesop and cause your sanity to go crazy, which would not be good.

"Okay, I already understand the special designs of the three of you." Demiya nodded slightly, and then clapped his hands gently, "In this way, I also know what kind of dream monsters should be prepared for you... That's it. It depends on whether you know it or not."

When Demia's clapping ended, the door behind him opened, and a silver-haired female knight in armor and a brown-haired elf in servant uniform walked out.

Stank took one look and was stunned.

The clothes on this female knight and servant were clearly those worn by the knights and servants in the castle when she was a child.

At that moment, the impulse from childhood immediately surged into my heart.

"This is yours, Mr. Stank." Demia said lightly, "But you can only choose one of them."

Stank turned to look at Demia and raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"This is the challenge of our store, Mr. Stank." Demia said with a chuckle, "Of these two, only one is what you desire most in your heart, and the other is not. You must face your heart, Then choose one of them. If you choose correctly, you will win the challenge, you can get free of charge, and even spend the night with me. But if you choose wrong... our consumption here is not cheap, and you will be punished. The next day, you become a different person."

Stank understood: "Like Ganqiu?"

"Yes, Mr. Ganqiu just made the wrong choice." Demiya spread his hands, "So you can see the price."

"Then how do you judge whether you have made the right choice?" Stank asked.

"It's very simple." Demia said, "If you choose the right one, you won't regret not choosing the other one. On the contrary... you will regret it very much."

"Is that so?" Stank fist-bumped, "This is indeed a very interesting challenge. Logically speaking, no one can understand one's own heart better than oneself, but there is also a saying that those in authority are obsessed, and bystanders are clear-eyed, so Do you want to verify this?"

Demia smiled and said: "You can understand it that way, so which one are you going to choose?"

Stank's eyes wandered back and forth between the female knight and the maid, then he made a choice and pointed at the maid: "That's her!"

The maid suddenly smiled, raised her skirt and bowed to Stank, while the female knight retreated silently.

"Very good, you can go and verify it." Demia said.

So Stank put his arm around the maid and entered the back room.

Then Demia looked at Jer again: "It's your turn now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind Demia opened again, and two more people walked out.

One of them is still an elf, but very young, carrying a bow and arrows, with eyes full of innocence and curiosity.

The other was a human woman, wearing very revealing clothes and her face was flushed. She seemed to want to muster up the courage to look at Jer, but every time she persisted for two or three seconds, she would subconsciously look away.

"A childhood sweetheart of the same race has not been polished by time." Demia said to Jer, "The other is a human girl who has just become a dream demon. You are her first guest. She pretends to be mature, but her actions But it’s full of rawness. So, between these two people, which one is my favorite?”

Jer folded his hands and fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward, resolutely grabbed the human dream demon, and then took her into the small room behind him.

The young elf looked sad and then slowly disappeared.

"What a decisive choice." Demia said softly, "It's a pity that both of them made the wrong choice."

Aesop asked: "Wrong choices?"

"Yes." Demia chuckled, "Mr. Stank thinks he likes gentle maids, but this is not the case. What he longs for in his heart is excitement and adventure. At the beginning, he saw his father The heroic appearance of the female knight under his command made him have a strong interest in the outside world and beautiful women at the same time, so that he embarked on the current path. He thought he only liked women, but he was wrong, he liked Swords, and women.”

Aesop said thoughtfully: "That's it."

Then he raised his head and looked at Demia.

"What about Jer?"

"This is even more true for Jer." Demia folded his hands, held his chin, and said with a smile, "He thought that the intrigues and intrigues he hated came from the Immortals and the same race, so they He would be so disdainful of his own kind, and prefer short-lived species that are purer and whose magic power will not deteriorate no matter what. But he has forgotten that his childhood sweetheart elves are his original ones when they have not been eroded by time and their magic power has not deteriorated. Yearning.”

"Then why didn't he choose the same race?"

"He must have been hurt." Demia said lightly, "He once had a childhood sweetheart who was an extremely good friend and whom he admired extremely. He felt that that was the most perfect look for a woman. It's a pity that with the passage of time, the one he loved and adored... The woman he yearns for is getting older (referring to magic power here) and becoming less energetic. Once they could embrace the sun together, but now they can only hide in a dark room and enjoy the humidity... The aging elf It's all like this. The older you get, the more you cherish your life and the less you long for change. Jie Er has been struggling like this for decades, so he is an exception. Therefore, he and the girl are drifting apart, and they don't even want to think about it. It’s not that bad, but...”

Demia deliberately kept it secret, hoping to wait for Aesop to ask her, but Aesop had no intention of asking, and just looked at her quietly, waiting for her answer, which made her feel a little bored.

"The elf brother is still more mature than the human swordsman." Demia said, "He understands his own heart very clearly, and he also knows very clearly that he made the wrong choice. It's just that he is still unwilling to face it, even if he accepts the choice At the cost of making a mistake, I don’t want to look back at her again.”

After listening to Demia's explanation, Aesop became thoughtful.

"You are the only one left in the end." Demia looked at Aesop, curiosity rising in her heart.

The device behind Demia was actually not her own magic, but an ancient instrument, an ancient instrument that could penetrate people's hearts, and she later used it to deal with Aesop.

Although the divination on Aesop just failed, it may be because of his own incompetence. Demia really wants to know whether this ancient instrument can be effective on Aesop.

She wanted to know who Aesop's favorite object was.

Could it be...himself?After all, Aesop stayed in the academy until he was 20 years old and had no contact with the opposite sex at all. After coming out, the best person he would come into contact with should be himself. In this regard, Demia was still very confident in himself.

Demiya clapped her hands in anticipation, wanting to see if her clone would come out.

However, the door opened, but no one came out.

Demia was slightly startled.

Is the instrument damaged?

So he clapped his hands again, but still no one came out.

After waiting for a long time, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

She had no choice but to turn back and look at Aesop: "Why not? Can you tell me which image is your favorite?"

Aesop answered without thinking.

"next."

[-] Listen to this phoenix!

Demiya looked at Aesop, and Aesop looked at Demia.

Demia was silent for a long time, constantly muttering in her mind "I am the owner of the Dream Demon Shop, I cannot reveal my identity", and finally did not say "You are such a bastard" to Aesop.

Although she really wanted to say it, she even had it in mind. Even if the operation failed, she would risk being recognized by Aesop to say this. After all, this was too stupid.

"Then... what should we do?" Demia smiled reluctantly, even her expression was distorted, "Then I won't be able to embody the dream demon image you want."

Aesop asked: "Why?"

"You're still asking why, that's a bit difficult to handle." Demia said, "Isn't it because you don't even care about anyone in your heart?"

"Didn't I say that what I'm after is the next one?"

"So, so what?"

Perhaps his brain was shut down by Aesop's answer just now, so Demia didn't react immediately. He only understood what it meant after being stunned for two seconds.

That's right, Aesop's goal is the next one anyway, so wouldn't it be nice to just find an image that Aesop hasn't seen before?

From this aspect, Aesop's request is really simple enough.

Others like those who tease, those who are individual, and those who are innocent.

He's pretty good.

Like the new one…

So literary youth and other things have no effect at all.

Demia sighed softly and said, "That's okay."

Then he turned his body sideways, pointed at the door behind him, and said.

"Just go in. Miss Dream Demon is already waiting for you inside."

Aesop nodded and walked in without asking any more questions.

Seeing Aesop walking straight into the room behind him, Demia felt speechless for a while.

That room was the "trap" Demia prepared for Aesop, and the clone carrying the consciousness of Death Abyss was waiting for Aesop inside.In order to lure Aesop into this trap without suspicion, Demia spent a lot of effort and moved the ancient facilities to the Dream Demon Town, built such a Dream Demon Shop, and painstakingly formulated the plan. Various plans were made, starting with Ganqiu, then upgrading to Stank and Jar, and finally Aesop, each one highlighted.

He even thought of so many miscellaneous remarks just to make himself sound more like a blabbering fortune teller.

But now, Demia found that these preparations were of no use at all.

Although Aesop did go in and the final goal was achieved, it seemed to have nothing to do with her precise preparation. It seemed that she didn't need to go to such trouble at all. She only needed to set up a small shed on the street and pointed at the small shed. At the entrance of the shed, if you say to Aesop, "Do you want to go in? There is a huge European dream monster inside," Aesop will walk in without any doubts.

But this is too inferior!

Demia felt deeply frustrated.

But no matter what, the goal has been achieved, and then all we have to do is watch Death Abyss complete his request for Aesop.

With this thought in mind, Demia was about to take off his hat, and when he went backstage to take a closer look, he suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of his eye. He turned around suddenly and found that it was Aesop.

Aesop did not enter the house, but stood by the door and looked at her.

Demiya's heart trembled, and she felt bad. Could it be her own trap or had Aesop seen through it? !Otherwise, why didn't he go in?

So what should we do?She and Death Abyss both have only one consciousness here, so there is no way they can beat Aesop.

Is this ambush going to fail again?

Just when Demiya was thinking wildly, Aesop slowly spoke: "I think this is unfair."

"Uh..." Demia was slightly startled, "What's unfair?"

Aesop pointed to the room inside and said: "There is only one dream monster in the room, but just now Stank and Jer were both chosen, but I can only choose one? This is unfair."

Yuan, is it just because of this?

Demiya's mouth twitched slightly: "Then what do you think is fair?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "You have to give me a [-]% discount."

"...Can I waive the bill for you?" Demia blurted out, but immediately regretted it.

It's over, it's over. The most important thing for Aesop is fairness. It would be unfair if he gave him a free order. It was completely inconsistent with what a dream shop owner did. Aesop would definitely see the flaw!

Just as Demia was thinking about how to remedy the situation, he looked at Aesop and gave him a thumbs up: "Very good, that's fair."

Then he immediately entered the room, and as the door with the forbidden magic stone "bang" closed, it was announced that Aesop had completely fallen into the trap, but this did not make Demia feel at ease. On the contrary, he became suspicious on the spot. life.

Who taught this bastard?

……

On the other side, Death Abyss was already waiting impatiently in the room.

You can see outside the room from inside the room, so Aesop's series of operations just now were seen by Death Abyss, and he was angry in his heart.

Fuck how can there be such a crazy guy in this world!

I just can't stand it.

Therefore, the moment Aesop entered the room and the door closed, Death Abyss immediately started to take action, not wanting to get entangled with Aesop, a lunatic.

As for Aesop, the moment he closed the door to the room, he felt an extremely majestic pressure coming towards him, and instantly realized that this was a trap.

After all, he is not an idiot. It is impossible that at this time, he still thinks that this dream shop is so interesting that he would send someone of this level to receive him.

Well, it doesn't seem impossible. After all, how can someone like Miss Huang still be a dream demon?

But this one in front of me is definitely not the case.

Aesop raised his head, looked at the Death Abyss fully unfolded in front of him, felt the vast and majestic aura of the Demon King, and understood something.

"Are you the Demon King, Death Abyss?" Aesop asked, "Is that my senior sister outside?"

Death Abyss sneered and said: "Oh, did you react? It seems that you are quite smart, but it is too late. This room is forbidden for demons, and you are already in my demon king's domain. You are now I can’t summon any magic power, and I can’t even...don’t even think about moving!”

Aesop checked his body and found that this was indeed the case. He tried his best and could only move half of his hands.

"Give up your struggle, Aesop." Death Abyss said, "Only mythical creatures can physically crack my Demon King's realm, but obviously you are not... Also, we will not kill you, as long as you give We don’t need to discuss it with you at all...forget it, you are already my hot weapon!"

Speaking of which, Death Abyss is still a little proud.

What does it mean to be a Preparatory Arcanist?Aren’t you still my hot weapon?

And Aesop was thoughtful after listening to Death Abyss's words.

Then he slowly used his movable hand to reach into his pocket.

Then, he touched the magical conch, and without hesitation, he put his finger in and scratched it.