The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

We had just experienced a war that almost destroyed the country. It was difficult and the losses were heavy, but it also left us with hope for continuation.

The royal city was also rebuilt with the help of liches and banshees.

Originally, this should have been the job of the Stonewing Demon Court, but as the war intensified, there are only a few pure-blooded Stonewing Demons left, and those who survived are all children and patients.

Still looking like a boy, Akado sat on the roughly made steps, the sun shining on his skin, revealing a warm feeling.

The Sarkaz girl in a white dress walked through the corridors and halls. She was the only pure white in the gray building.

Theresa walked slowly to Acardo's side and sat down, her eyes flickering with curiosity, "What are you looking at?"

"Sky."

"Well, it's indeed a beautiful color," Theresa smiled and looked at the azure beyond the sea of ​​clouds.

"Your Majesty, the war is over..." Akado didn't hate war, but he knew Theresa hated it.

"Kazdel will be fine, so please give me your guidance from now on~"

Theresa lowered her head, lifted up Accardo's ring-covered hand and stroked it gently.

"Also, don't take off these rings casually!" Like a wife instructing her husband who was about to leave home, Theresa poked Acardo's face, "Did you hear that clearly? Abusing the power of the Demon King without restraint will only make your mineral disease worse rapidly."

"Is this an order?" There was visible resistance and disgust on the Blood Demon's face.

"......" Theresa glanced at the busy "girl" of the Filin tribe a little further away, sighed, and pinched Akado's slightly chubby cheek, "It's an order, you must obey it~"

"I see," Accardo responded in a tone of absolute disgust.

Because half a month ago, he received another order from Theresa: Do not harm or kill Kal'tsit.

Both Akado and Theresa were wearing silver rings, which were inhibitors made by Kal'tsit. They could effectively contain and block the power of the Demon King to prevent the lesions from being stimulated and further deteriorating.

How could this man know so much about the black crown? Akado wondered.

"Hey," Theresa seemed to have suddenly thought of something and patted Blood Devil on the shoulder. "You told me before that you wanted to retire?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, a shaking throne is fatal to Kazdel today." Akado replied calmly.

There is a solution, that is, Acardo and Theresa get married, and then Acardo becomes the demon king. This is the idea of ​​almost all the Sarkaz elders.

Theresa knew that Acardo was stubborn...stubborn in some matters, such as insisting that the highest seat must be controlled by the "master". He therefore eliminated many voices that opposed Theresa's becoming the Demon King.

As for marriage... who would be disgusted with a man who is absolutely loyal, powerful, of good bloodline, and outstanding in appearance? Theresa had been saved from fatal injuries several times thanks to Akado's timely support. Decades of war finally ended, and her favorability towards Akado had already reached its maximum. However, despite repeated mentions, this guy always refused to listen... He was asked out by girls of various tribes many times, but each time they ignored Theresa's slightly drunk face and shy eyes. He was probably made of wood, but it might have been rained on, and a lot of weeds and mushrooms grew on the surface.

The current Demon King knew that she could not persuade this blood demon who was so open with her, so she planned to provide as much help as possible before the farewell ceremony. "How are you going to live in the future?"

"Probably... be a doctor."

Akado whispered.

Theresa hopes that he will protect Kazdel and the Sarkaz.

He was accustomed to sickness and death.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness and confusion filled my heart.

Without war, how should he practice His Majesty's ideals?

When I passed by the military tent of the Stone Wing Demon King's court, I heard someone ask, "Is there anyone here who knows medicine?"

The few doctors who still existed had all died long ago, and even the pardoners could not possibly care for the millions of patients.

Then go study medicine, and find a way to enable the Sarkaz people to treat their wounds as correctly as possible when they are sick or injured.

Akado has seen many people turn minor injuries into fatal ones because of tinkering.

"Doctor..." Theresa thought for a moment, "I will try my best to collect the medical supplies left by the enemies and send them to you. How about that?"

Her eyes were filled with hope and support. She had no idea that these precious medicines would be wasted by Akado.

She knew how extraordinary and terrifying the Dead River was, so she trusted Akado immensely. Millions of dead souls had built up a huge knowledge base for him. Although it was not enough to be used at any time, it was enough.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," the Blood Demon bowed his head and performed a standard Victorian noble salute, then kissed Theresa's fingertips.

He left the royal city with the bag he had prepared long ago.

After crossing the mountains and rivers, they met their fellow tribesmen who were also carrying bags.

It was a girl. Akado recognized her, a very strong warrior who had lived much longer than himself.

She smiled and said hello, "Hi~ Are you traveling here too?"

"No. I plan to study medicine." Akado was looking for folk remedies for healing.

“…”The girl suddenly fell silent.

"Very interesting, can I join you?"

We just needed a handyman. Akado stopped and extended his hand to the girl, "Akado."

The girl tapped her lips with her finger and thought for a while. She once found a book called "Clinical Treatment Analysis" on the body of a Gallic military doctor and read it when she was bored. The ancient Sarkaz were always gifted in both wisdom and physical strength, so it was not difficult for them to master another language.

She thought of an interesting drug.

"Warfarin."

She smiled brightly, "Warfarin, my name is Warfarin."

A clinical drug used to prevent blood coagulation during surgery. It hints at one of the Blood Demon's most proud spells.

Then they each took out their own seal and pressed it lightly on the back of the other's hand.

It was clearly just a simple "friend mark", but for some reason, it was like concluding a contract and swearing to each other.

(There are more chapters to come. This chapter has 1000 more words.)

(Also, the 2 extra chapters I owed for the Dark Duel the day before yesterday have all been paid off.)

Resurrection at 80% health!

Successfully brought me back to the world of the living from a half-dead state. (I heard my grandmother calling my name from across the river a few days ago.)

Although I was still lying in bed, my hands were able to move, and at least the laptop was placed on my legs so that I could open it.

Thank you all for your concern. We will officially resume updates today!

I guess I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and then I'll update a lot.

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The novel is out of full attendance, oxygen cylinders are so expensive, hospitalization is so expensive...

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082. Blood Demon Becomes a Doctor (Part )

In a village far from the city, beside a gurgling stream and near a lush forest, a simple stone house stood. After two years of wind and rain, its surface had become somewhat gray. A few feathered beasts built nests on the roof, chirping from time to time.

The rain had just stopped, the forest was wet, the treetops were bright emerald in the early spring, the dew dripped down the tender leaves, crystal clear, and with a crisp sound, it broke into the soil.

Huafalin was wearing a simple dress and a wide cloak, carrying a bamboo basket, and her feet wrapped in deerskin boots stepped on the soft muddy road. She pushed open the wooden door of the stone house, and the rusty door hinges made a sharp friction sound.

The furnishings inside the house were much more upscale than the exterior, exuding a warm atmosphere. The floor was paved with marble tiles, the ceiling was made of wooden boards, and the rough-made glass windows reflected the outside scene vaguely. The leather with silver decorations was hung next to the sofa, and the fireplace was not lit, and the charred charcoal was sleeping, waiting to be awakened by the flames.

Two oil lamps were placed on the table. Akado took a brush looted from the battlefield, dipped it in water, and kept writing on a rough beige straw paper. The dark ink flowed out along the tip of the brush, probably because the magic carried by the tool itself took effect. After a while, the appearance of a strange-looking plant was vividly depicted, with simple colloquial text on the side, "Stone grass, there are a lot of them growing near the Stone Wing Demon King's Court, cliffs, and mountain walls. Grind it and soak it in water, apply it on the wound, it can effectively prevent the injury from getting worse."

The principle of the treatment was not explained, and the Sarkaz, who were walking on the line between life and death, had no time to be curious. They only needed to know what it could be used to treat and how to use it. That was enough.

Huafalin put the bamboo basket in her hand on the table and moved closer to Akado. "Are you still sorting it?"

"To be precise, it's writing," Akado finished writing a page and sat down in a chair a little tiredly, "If it's really just a matter of organizing... Few people in Kazdel remember what the flowers and plants growing in the wilderness do, so I have to test them all myself."

"......" Huafalin blinked, with an inexplicable glow in her rosy red eyes, "Thank you for your hard work."

She didn't know much about medicine, only a little knowledge from a few books she picked up on the battlefield.

Akado, on the contrary, searched the Dead River for medical knowledge from every dead soul, and then continued to organize and summarize... Akado spent more than ten years turning himself into the best battlefield emergency doctor... Most of that medical knowledge was related to self-rescue in war.

The girl thought for a moment, then opened the bamboo basket and took out two cans of blood. "We'll have a good meal today!"

"I've smelled it for a long time. Have you killed many people?"

"Eh? Damn it, I wanted to give you a surprise... What murder? I got this blood by going to the streets to exchange for medicine. There are many old guys who are dying of illness. Young people who are a little filial but can't afford money are happy to donate some blood in exchange for medicine."

"......" Acardo glanced at the medicine cabinet behind him. You took a bottle of Gallic military-grade antibiotics just to exchange for two cans of blood? Who are you trying to fool?

He grabbed Huafalin's face and pulled it hard to both sides, "Why save them if there's nothing to do?"

“It hurts, it hurts…” the girl begged for mercy.

Akado put Warfarin aside, opened the drawer, took out a stack of old notebooks and threw them in front of her. "Forget it, let me help you verify the ability of the stone grass extract to inhibit common pathogens."

"Oh," Huafalin rubbed her red face, went into her bedroom and started to change clothes, "I'll be there right away."

The bedroom was small, with a small bed, a wardrobe, and a storage box, all filled to the brim. Fortunately, Huafalin was petite, even fragile... at least she looked that way. The small living space gave her a different sense of security. There was no light source, and only a vent in the corner of the ceiling maintained air circulation.

Although she was in the dark, Huafalin could see clearly. She opened the wardrobe and took out a thick and heavy protective suit from the bottom compartment. She made it herself with linen.

The light yellow dress was taken off, and then the shorts and single clothes used to protect the vital parts were thrown on the bed. The skin was exposed, which was pure white without any other color, as if it was the flawless white light flowing down from the Kalan Snow Mountain. Although the figure was as flat as a plain, at least there was no fat at all. There were a few plum blossoms in the snow, pink like clouds, which made people want to bend down and pick them.

She took off her muddy deerskin boots and carefully placed them on the partition next to the door, planning to wash them after she finished her research. Her little feet, which had become a little sweaty from walking for a long time, stepped on the end of the bed.

Or the delicate texture, the evenly proportioned bones and flesh, the beautiful outline of the legs faintly visible in the darkness, the small buttocks leading to a smooth and straight back.

Soon, thick protective clothing covered it up...

"You don't wear underwear?"

"I need to take a shower, but I'm too lazy to take it off."

Warfarin, who looked a little bloated, walked to the table in a pair of rubber boots, picked up two test tubes and shook them to evenly distribute the bacteria precipitated in the culture medium.

083. Blood Demon Falls in Love

(nth revised version)

The sun shone through the treetops, casting a patch of mottled shadows in the forest. The coldness of winter lingered like a souvenir. New green leaves adorned the bare branches. Two brown-red squirrels chased dozens of hazelnuts that fell from the tree holes. Suddenly, the bushes rustled softly, and a python darted out, leaving hazelnuts all over the ground. The squirrels fled and disappeared without a trace.

By the stream, Huafalin, wearing a simple black dress, put her long silver hair into a small bun, revealing her slender white neck. She rolled up her sleeves, moved a small stool, took out a piece of clothing from the wooden barrel beside her, put it on the washboard, and scrubbed it skillfully in the cold stream water.

Of course, she also had some gorgeous dresses and noble clothes... Nobles from various countries would always bring some nice clothes to the cabin of the land cruiser. In the past few years, they were all snatched by the box. When she left the station, she took the ones she liked most with her, and as for jewelry, she naturally did not leave them behind.

How long have you lived in this place?

Huafalin looked up at the lush forest. The wind gently caressed the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound like the tide, making people involuntarily let go of all their worries and sorrows. Their mood gradually calmed down, and they just wanted to close their eyes and sleep here, with feathered beasts singing beside them.

Spring is here again.

She picked up a dead leaf that floated down the stream onto the washboard.

The water was clear, shimmering in the sunlight, and you could see the scattered soft pebbles bubbling in the water, and suddenly fish were escaping like bright silver. Huafalin grabbed the fattest one, threw it to the ground, and slapped it. The blood in its body stopped flowing, and it died silently.

I had fish soup for lunch today.

Huafalin continued to scrub the clothes, planning lunch in her mind. She washed a few small and thin underwear and threw them into the basin on the other side.

There were three or four skirts and a very large men's shirt left in the barrel.

There was a wooden sign standing next to an elm tree a little further behind Huafalin. Every winter, she would carve a mark on it. After countless days and nights of wind and rain, it became a little blurry. It had probably been more than a decade.

How long does it take for ordinary people to fall in love after meeting each other? A few years? A few months? Or just a moment.

More than a decade is long enough, long enough for two immortals to understand what love is and accept a person's shortcomings and strengths. Even if it is a plain life without fire and fireworks, red wine and diamond rings. Climb mountains and wade through rivers, listen to the whistling mountain wind, watch the sunrise and sunset, spring and autumn.

......

"I'm back," the girl pushed open the door, carrying a bucket and a basin.

"There are some washed berries on the table. They taste good," Accardo put down the petri dish covered with various drugs in his hand, took off his disposable gloves and threw them into the disposable trash can.

Huafalin pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, "It's a little sour."

Accardo picked her up and placed her on his lap.

The girl was very petite, sitting in his arms with her head resting on his chest. Her long hair, which had just been loosened, was a little messy, with a few strands of hair sticking up and occasionally swaying across Accardo's chin.

"Then eat this," Akado found a purple-red berry that didn't look so plump and touched Huafarin's crystal lips.

Huafarin cooperated by opening her mouth, biting off the berry, and licking Akado's fingertips with her tongue.

But just as she was about to chew the berry, Akado's fingers reached into her mouth and teased the blood demon's most sensitive fangs... The teeth were retractable and had evolved a hollow structure for the purpose of sucking blood. He knocked on them lightly and there was an echo.