The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

“Wang, when did you start making yogurt?”

Caesar had just returned to the Red Castle and had not even had time to catch his breath when Max came up to him.

He has a wife and children and urgently needs to restart his business.

So I can’t wait to see buckets of yogurt in front of me.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I've got the yogurt out. Can you sell it quickly?" Caesar looked at the goblin helplessly.

The prerequisite for making yogurt is milk, and he hasn’t even prepared the raw materials yet.

"Of course!" Max nodded confidently. "As a successful goblin merchant, many cities in the Demon Realm know my name. I am a golden sign. Those demons will not be on guard when trading with me. This is all earned through honesty and credibility!"

Caesar recalled what was written in the goblin's diary and felt that the credibility of these words might only be 20%.

There is no milk in Demon Realm.

These brutal demons are good at enjoying themselves but do not understand animal husbandry.

The human nobles would not set up a ranch specifically to produce milk.

Milk is produced by farmers, but they are not eligible to use it and must pay it to the lord as tax. The milk enjoyed by demons mostly comes from goblins. Some goblins conduct black market transactions on the border between humans and demons. Those merchants and nobles will sell milk to goblins at high prices, and then the goblins will sell it to demons at an even higher price.

Anyway, no matter what, the goblins will not lose, and neither will the humans.

However, Caesar was not a sucker. He would not pay ten times the price to buy milk from the goblins.

Besides, Max has nothing now.

"Erin, Shana, Sophia, we need you to go out again!"

Caesar called the three girls to him and gave each of them a bag of gold coins.

"Your mission this time is not to gather intelligence, but to help me collect as much milk as possible!"

"Mr. Caesar, do you want some milk?" Sophia didn't know what she was thinking about, and her pretty face suddenly blushed.

It's a pity that she is not the child's biological mother and has no milk. Otherwise, if Caesar wanted to drink, she could serve him.

"I don't want to drink milk, I want to make yogurt."

Caesar said proudly: "Do you know what yogurt is?"

"Yogurt!?" The three girls' eyes lit up, but they were also a little skeptical.

Shana swallowed, seeming to be savoring the flavor of the yogurt. She said with longing on her face, "When the Vatican's envoy first arrived in the town of Bona, to celebrate this event, the church gave each of us nuns a small box of yogurt, about this small cup." She gestured with her hand, probably only the amount for one mouthful.

"Although it was diluted with water, it was sour and sweet, and had a milky flavor. It was the most delicious drink I have ever had in my life!"

Irene also nodded and said, "I ate it once when I was a child, and I still remember it now."

"I, I've eaten it too." Sophia said weakly, "Yogurt is so expensive, I can only eat it once in a while."

Among the three girls, her family conditions are the best.

She was originally the daughter of a merchant and had learned the technology of making pastries. Later, she married a knight. Of course, she had no shortage of money. But even so, she still thought that yogurt was expensive. It can be seen that the price of this thing among humans is also very outrageous.

"Mr. Caesar, can you really make yogurt?"

Irene asked uncertainly, "I heard that yogurt is directly produced by fairies, not made. Milk and yogurt are completely two different drinks."

Although milk is not cheap in human cities, it is far less expensive than yogurt.

"You just need to do as I say." Caesar said mysteriously, "Then we will know whether we can drink yogurt or not. By the way, you have to buy the freshest milk, don't buy stale milk!"

"Leave this to me," Sophia volunteered.

"I'm a pastry chef. I used to buy milk frequently. I can tell whether the milk is good, fresh, or diluted just by smelling it. If I let Irene and Shana follow me, they will definitely not make mistakes."

Caesar: “Very good!”

...

To ensure the safety of the three women traveling between the territory and human cities.

Caesar followed the old rules and sent out a team of monsters to escort the three women until they got on the main road, and then continued to wait there. They were also responsible for delivering all the milk. After explaining this matter, he went straight into the dungeon and found the stubborn young lady of the Vatican's envoy.

Compared to when she was first captured and brought to the territory, Angela has become much thinner.

She is a knight and has a big appetite.

But in order to prevent her from escaping, these bastard demons did not give her enough food to eat, and she was on the verge of starvation. But even though she had lost a lot of weight, her figure was still plump, her looks were still charming, and her heroic spirit was mixed with some pitifulness due to her weak body.

Every time Caesar came to the dungeon to visit Angela, he felt a fire burning in his belly, especially since Angela had a sacred aura, which made him want to conquer her even more.

But he was very sensible.

Before the system rewards came out, he would never touch Angela.

"Good evening, Miss Angela. I'm glad to see you in such good spirits today."

At this moment, Angela was locked in a cylindrical cage, like a beautiful bird in a cage, with heavy shackles on her feet and hands. Caesar walked around the cage, looking at the girl wantonly.

"..." Angela looked up and glanced at Caesar indifferently without saying anything.

"I heard that your Glorious Church believes in truth, goodness and beauty that inspire humanity?"

Caesar asked casually, "I just wonder, after being the Vatican's special envoy for so long, have you really seen the truth, kindness and beauty of mankind... For example, you are trapped here, why didn't anyone come to save you?"

"Haha." Angela sneered and moved her arms, causing the chains to rattle.

"Demon, don't think you can shake my faith. If you come to me just to say this, you'll probably be disappointed...

I have two suggestions for you. Either kill me, or you can defile me like you did to those girls and throw me to the goblins as a breeding ground. My belief in glory makes it impossible for me to conceive a demon child, and you can't use this to blackmail me."

She looked straight at Caesar, her eyes sparkling with a dazzling light:

"You can pollute my body, but you can never make my soul surrender!"

Chapter 220: An Old Dog

Caesar looked quietly at the stubborn knight in front of him.

Her determined look continued to add weight to her previous words.

As a believer in light, she will devote her life to finding the light in humanity, so her soul and heart cannot be corrupted.

Caesar was silent for a while, then took out a scroll engraved with mind deprivation magic from his space ring. He had already constructed some scenes in his mind. When he used the mind deprivation scroll, the things constructed in his mind would instantly take effect on Angela.

These scenes and memories are absolutely real.

The more real the experience and memory, the greater the impact on the caster, and these memories come from the memory fragments of the remaining soul of another world.

"I hope that in half an hour, you will still believe in your God of Light."

He infused the scroll with magic power, and tore it open with a grin. A handful of purple-red mist flew out of the scroll and transformed into an eyeball covered with soft hair. After glancing left and right, it "whoosh" drilled into Angela's brain. As expected, Angela had no chance to resist. She just rolled her eyes, twitched a few times, and then fell into a coma.

"Are you sure this thing will work?" Caesar sniffed Angela's breath and found that she was breathing smoothly. He turned his head and asked Max beside him, "Will this scroll turn her into an idiot? I don't need an idiot, and her value is gone."

"Theoretically, no..."

Max wasn't quite sure. After all, it was the first time he saw this scroll being used. He had only heard about it before. Anyway, this kind of magic was only known by demons and was very useful for creating spies.

"In theory?" Caesar snorted coldly: "You just watch here. If this female knight becomes a fool or dies, you can just wait to be the Lion Demon's appetizer tonight!"

"No, sir!"

Max was horrified and was about to beg for mercy.

But the demon had already walked out, and with a bang, he and the female knight were locked together.

Max grabbed the sturdy prison door bars and shook them, but his thin arms and legs made it impossible to open them. Finally, he could only sit down dejectedly in a corner.

Glancing at the unconscious female knight, he could only pray silently: "...Please don't die..."

...

Angela looked at her paws, and it took her a long time to react before she realized that she seemed to have turned into a dog, an old dog. Turbid memories swept through her brain, and she gradually forgot her original identity. Now she was just a dog, a military dog ​​with outstanding military achievements.

Its owner, a knight, died in the war. Now it has been taken back to his hometown by the knight's comrades and lives in this village with only a dozen households. All the people in the village are soldiers' families, so even though it is old, it still lies on the roadside with peace of mind.

Someone feeds it every day.

Retired soldiers receive a one-time subsidy.

Therefore, the residents of this village are not that poor, and it is not a problem for more than a dozen households to support one dog.

However, perhaps because it was in a bad mood, or perhaps because it suddenly became interested, two children in the village stared at it. At first, the two children just poked it with branches. Although this behavior made it very painful, it chose to turn a blind eye and just moved to a corner to continue lying there. It thought the children would go away, but unexpectedly they followed it with interest.

Angela had no choice but to squeeze into a gap.

The branches couldn't reach the gap, so it lay down again. However, this action seemed to anger the two children. Since they couldn't poke it with the branches, they threw stones at it. It was no longer a young dog, and the stones hurt it, but it didn't show its teeth or bark at all. Long-term education taught it that humans are all friends, and it should not show its teeth to friends, especially their cubs, otherwise its friends would be very angry.

Unable to bear being thrown out, it could only crawl out from the crack, run to the two children's feet and beg for mercy, wagging its tail. At this time, it was already covered with bruises.

But its plea for mercy did not win the children's sympathy, but instead encouraged their arrogance. The two children picked up the old dog that showed no resistance, found a rope to tie it to a tree, and first whipped Angela, making her scream in pain. Then they burned it with fire and poked the old dog's belly and face with a red-hot iron rod.

This activity attracted more children.

But they were just making a fuss and had no intention of helping.

Maybe in their eyes, they were just playing the role of knights killing a ferocious monster. Even though she was tortured to this extent, Angela still did not resist. She believed that she would be saved as long as she waited for the soldiers to come back from hunting.

In the evening, the soldiers who were out finally came back.

Among them were the old dog owner’s comrades.

When he found the dying old dog tied to a tree, he became furious. He drove away a group of children around him, and then went door to door with the old dog. When the soldiers heard that it was a military dog, they also became furious. In front of Angela and the knight, they beat up the children who had committed the crime. The crying of the naughty children echoed throughout the village.

In the end, Angela was taken back home by the knight.

It was very touched. Finally, someone came to rescue it. It remembered the times when it had stood guard for humans, helped the knights search and rescue refugees, and tracked down robbers. It suddenly felt that all these efforts were worth it.

But its legs were completely broken.

It probably won't live long, but it is still willing to stay with this knight. At least it can help the knight watch the door for a while?

"Angela, I'm sorry."

The knight's voice came from the inner room. Angela looked up and saw the knight walking out of the door with a sharp knife. "You are too badly injured. I don't have the money to buy a healing scroll to heal your wound. Instead of living in such pain, it's better to be freed early and see my comrade."

Angela lowered her head when she heard this.

It knew that what the knight said was right. Humans had no obligation to treat it, so letting it die and burying it might be a good ending.

So when the knight raised his knife.

Angela did not resist at all and let the knight cut her neck.

At the moment of being killed, Angela remembered who she was. She was Angela, the Vatican's special envoy, but she had just experienced the life of a military dog ​​and her memory was still fresh.

"It's better to die. Those children's ignorance can be forgiven. Although it's very frustrating to be old, this knight should bury this military dog ​​properly..."

Angela discovered that she could continue watching the sequel to Old Dog—from a God’s perspective.

Then she was surprised to see the knight deftly skinned the old dog, cooked a pot of dog meat, and delivered it to every household. Everyone ate the food happily. Although the children were beaten, they also got some dog meat and ate it with their mouths drooling.

"How can you do this……"

"how could this be!"

Angela watched all this with a pale face.

As if answering her words.

The knight took the remaining dog meat home and said as he ate it, "I'm sorry, Angela. Although you are a military dog ​​with great achievements, those are your colleagues who shared life and death with you. The child should be punished for his mistakes, but you are just a dog."

He ate up the remaining dog meat, and in the middle of the night he went to the toilet and took a nice shit. Angela just floated in the air in a daze, shaking with anger.

However, it was not yet time for her to condemn the knight.

Her eyes went dark and she began the next chapter of her life.

In his new life he is a disabled person.

A man who can't see anything...

Chapter 221: Casting a Net

Just when Angela was being tortured by humanity.

Irene, Shana and Sophia have successfully arrived at the Black Tower City. Now, the town of Bona has completely become a military stronghold. A new knight group is stationed there. It is unknown what plans they are brewing, but one can already see that the city walls are being rebuilt.

Black Tower City is still bustling with people as usual.