The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

There are no more female animals to steal from human villages.

With such a powerful king, they can obtain countless female livestock!

After returning to the cave, Caesar showed no mercy and immediately tied up Cersinati with a hemp rope. This girl was no match for the harmless Shana and Irene. She was a genuine third-level expert and was proficient in the elven sword dance. If she hadn't been injured and underestimated her enemy, he would definitely not have been able to stop her from running away.

As for the leg injury, Caesar planned to find a way to treat her after he had a better relationship with the elf lady.

"Mr. Caesar..."

A trembling, timid shout came from behind.

Caesar turned back subconsciously.

Irene, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, knelt down at his feet with a plop.

The girl lowered her head humbly and pleaded in a pitiful tone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Caesar, I know I was wrong, please don't chase me away."

Chapter 18: Even an Inferior Demon

There is no medicine for regret in this world.

Everyone is responsible for their own actions.

"You're not wrong. How could you be wrong? You're not wrong. I'm the one who's wrong." Caesar helped Irene up, and his modern version of sarcasm made Irene even more uncomfortable. This was the treatment after seeing Irene's favorability increased to 70. If the favorability didn't increase, Caesar promised not to say a word to Irene.

He ignored the crying girl.

He turned and walked towards Shana who was lying in the cave.

Although Shana's favorability is not as high as Xia Lin's now, how obedient is this child? A little white rabbit can make her obedient. Caesar still prefers such a girl.

"how do you feel?"

He touched Shana's forehead.

Because their body temperature is much higher than that of humans.

He really couldn't tell what was going on, but looking at Shana's flushed face and dazed eyes, it was obvious that she had a severe fever.

"Mr. Caesar, you're back?" Shana forced a smile: "Ahem, I just feel cold all over and my head hurts. Am I going to die..."

die?

Caesar thought to himself that it was impossible to die even if he wanted to.

The reward of 100 favorability points has not been received yet.

"Just lie down and rest. I found some herbs for you. They should be helpful."

He turned around, found a broken bowl, washed it briefly, and threw the three-leaf frost flower into it. He then took a pebble and ground it. Soon, the pale blue medicinal juice was crushed out.

"Come on, drink it."

Caesar fed the medicine to Shana's mouth.

The juice of the three-leaf frost flower is very bitter, but the conditions here are limited and there is no way to find some sugar. Shana felt the bitterness of the medicine, but just drank it bit by bit obediently, her light blue eyes always staring at Caesar.

Her eyes gradually became a little unfocused.

The ferocious and mighty demon in the eyes gradually overlapped with a figure. It was her father. In a distant memory, her father had fed her medicine so carefully, and her mother would tell her bedtime stories. Since her parents passed away, she had never met anyone who treated her like this.

People's good intentions are always mixed with the motivation of interests.

The church treated her well because she had pastoral talent and was worth training.

The mercenary was nice to her in an attempt to develop a further relationship with her.

Even Green, whom she liked, was nice to her just to get close to Tucker.

So why did Caesar, a demon, a monster that people feared, treat her well? Shana had thought about it, in order to make her a seedling bed, to make her food, but this did not require curing her cold, nor did it require taking care of her life, nor did it require giving her a little rabbit just to make her happy. Doing these things was meaningless to the demon.

Then there is only one possibility.

Under the influence of the enchanting aura.

Shana believed it more and more.

That was because Caesar really cared about her.

Just like parents, without any selfish motives.

When she was sure that someone like her could be taken seriously, tears unconsciously blurred her eyes.

"Why, is the medicine bitter?"

Caesar was confused when he saw Shana crying. He had seen people crying because of pain, spiciness, and sourness, but this was the first time he saw someone crying because of bitterness.

[Shana's favorability increased by 15, currently 80 (very favorable)]

Satan is above.

This is really great.

Caesar was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned loving when he looked at Shana.

OK!

This is a good girl.

Be grateful and repay kindness.

It would be even better if there was a spring.

Don't eat too much frost flowers.

Caesar only fed her the amount of three flowers. Eating too much would cause diarrhea. He could clearly feel that Shana's previously hot breath became cool. This thing worked immediately and it wouldn't take long for Shana's fever to go down.

"…This medicine is cool, Mr. Caesar. I feel much better now."

Shana held the little rabbit in her arms, and there was a hint of dependence and tenderness in her eyes when she looked at the demon. She looked past Caesar and saw Irene, who wanted to go forward but didn't dare to. She withdrew her gaze, and felt a little more panic in her heart. She pursed her lips and asked timidly, "Mr. Caesar, I don't want to go back to Shijian Village. Can I stay here? I can cook, wash clothes, and help you clean. When you fight, I can use healing magic to assist you... Although, the effect may be average..."

This made Caesar very happy.

As long as you stay, you will fall in love sooner or later.

"Of course, you can stay as long as you want."

Caesar agreed readily.

Irene, who was not far behind, was full of envy.

She also wanted to stay.

She has realized her mistake.

From the very beginning, Caesar had said that Kate was not a good person, and also told her about her father's affairs. Obviously, these were enough to explain everything, but she was so stubborn that she would not cry until she saw the coffin.

"Mr. Caesar, I..."

Irene took two steps forward eagerly and just opened her mouth when she saw the demon stand up, glance at her coldly, then walk past her towards the Star-Moon Elf.

Cecilia has woken up.

Caesar had already felt the cold gaze of the elf lady.

Maybe the injury on my leg was too painful.

Her lips trembled and she breathed in cold air through her teeth.

"Demon, let me go and I can give you money!" Seeing the demon's eyes looking at her, she immediately proposed the terms of the transaction.

"You have no money."

"I have it, I can ask my husband to give it to you."

"Haha." Caesar sneered and squatted down, gently patting the elf lady's smooth face, grinning: "Let you go and attract your husband? Is your husband here to give money or to kill him? Do you think I'm stupid?"

When Cersinati saw that her plan was exposed, her face turned pale.

This is wrong!

The monster encyclopedia says that demons are not very intelligent, they are just a group of fools who rush around recklessly. They can be angered by just one sentence and can be fooled by making up a lie. But why didn't this demon fall for it?

"Please let me go." Seeing that she couldn't fool people, Cecilia could only play the emotional card: "You can see that I have collected a lot of three-leaf frost flowers. They are prepared for the injured tribesmen. If I don't bring the medicine back, many people will die from excessive blood loss."

"It's not my business?"

Caesar remained calm and unmoved.

“I only know that you insulted me, you called me a lowly demon.

Now the lowly demon has captured you, proud elf lady... Use your brain and think about how to pray for the forgiveness of a demon. "

[Cesinati's favorability -10, currently -80 (dislike, hatred)]

Looking at the plummeting favorability.

Caesar said it didn't matter.

It doesn't matter what he does. Anyway, he has no intention of using conventional means against an elf like Cersinati who has a spirit of self-sacrifice and a high level of racial consciousness.

After eating grass for so long, we have to eat some meat.

Chapter 19: Demons Need Regular Maintenance

This was Cecilia's first contact with a demon.

How did she know how to satisfy these lowly demons?

If she hadn't been caught by this demon accidentally, she would have felt disgusted even by these lowly demons licking her toes.

These churning emotions were reflected in her eyes.

Caesar could easily detect the message hidden in this look.

"You hate me?" He grinned, "You despise me. In the eyes of the elves, demons are worthless trash, not even worthy of being servants of you noble elves?"

Cersei looked at Caesar and thought, isn't this true?

Dirty demon!

"I understand what you mean."

Caesar breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and said to Irene, who had been following him with a bewildered look, "Go take care of Shana. I'm leaving with this elf for a while. The goblins will guard the nest. Just wait for me to come back. I'll take care of lunch later."

"Mr. Caesar, actually I..."

"No nonsense."

After saying this, Caesar lifted the elf's hair.

He left the cave regardless of the elf's struggles and roars.

"Actually, I want to say that you can let me prepare lunch..."

Irene lowered her head dejectedly.

Judging from Caesar's reactions, she had left a very bad impression in his mind.

But she had it all to blame.

Irene imagined it herself.

She would also be extremely disappointed if the people she has always wanted to save and help spoke ill of her.

"Come on, Irene!"

The girl clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

"At least this time Mr. Caesar didn't say he wanted to drive you away when he came back. This means you still have a chance to redeem yourself!"

As for how to perform, of course it starts with completing every task assigned by Caesar.

. . .

Caesar dragged Cersei all the way to the cave where the goblin tribe was.

The air was filled with a dull stench of blood and decay.

Here, Cecilia saw the savage side of the monsters.

A group of goblins were dismembering the bodies of two human knights. They cheered and screamed, holding sharp stone knives and leaving deep marks on the corpses. Blood splattered from the wounds, staining the wet ground red.

They vied with each other to smear the blood.