The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

Miss Elf doesn't classify this feeling as jealousy.

Because she felt that she would never like Caesar, this evil devil.

"Eh? Elf, you're back?"

Arya noticed Cersinati approaching her. She blushed and said excitedly, "Hurry up, help me, let Lord Caesar and I be happily together again! I can't bear it any longer!"

"Huh?" Cecilia's mouth twitched.

As expected, it was better to drown this dead fox.

She sneered and walked forward and kicked him into the hot spring.

Fox: "Gululu...Gululu...X_X"

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"I have already made it clear to the elves that they will not come to the south of Moonlight Lake before the friction with the drow elves ends. However, once the war between the Star-Moon Royal Court and the main battlefield of the drow elves ends, the outpost will be free and will definitely investigate the periphery of Sunset Forest. You must be careful not to be discovered by then, because we elves have a lot of high-level forces!"

The care that was inadvertently revealed made Cecilia feel a little uncomfortable. She tilted her face and whispered, "I'm not caring about you. It's just that if you die, I can't fulfill my promise of yogurt. I hate people who don't keep their promises."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Well done."

Caesar touched Cecilia's head.

Miss Elf subconsciously wanted to hide, but in the end she didn't.

The benefits of taking a hot spring bath are huge.

Not only has Irene's favorability reached 130, she is also just around the corner from getting double gold combat skills; Shana seems to have really recovered a lot of energy, and her steps have become a lot lighter; Aaliyah's depravity value has increased to 70, and when she was tied up, she twisted and turned, her face as red as a monkey's buttocks, and she must be thinking of something rude in her mind.

Occasional relaxation is helpful in achieving your goals.

Caesar took careful note of this experience.

"Shana, I'll give you a surprise when I get back."

He gave the pastor lady next to him a mysterious look, and Shana and Irene were curious and confused; the sunset forest was very dark at night, but with Caesar there, they did not feel afraid, but instead felt a sense of adventure.

...

"What do you want to give me, Mr. Caesar?"

Shana blinked her big eyes, her gaze wandering over Caesar. The demon had nothing in his hands, and he wasn't wearing a space ring, so the case was solved... Her pretty face blushed, her gaze finally focused on something, and then quickly moved away.

But in reality Caesar is mobilizing human pheromones.

He looked in surprise at the pastor lady who was shy and lowering her head with flushed cheeks, and wondered why the women in the cave were so strange recently. It was just almost winter now, not spring.

Blushing bubble teapot!

"Ahem, I promoted Irene to a first-level fire mage apprentice before. You should be aware of this. Now I also have a way to promote you. As a priest, you are the only healing force in the territory, and you are of great significance to the territory."

Caesar stretched out a finger, and a milky white light flickered at the tip of his finger, with fireflies flowing in it. This power was the transformative force that allowed living things to advance and evolve.

"Can I, too?"

Shana widened her eyes and looked at Caesar timidly.

She couldn't believe it, because ever since her faith in the God of Light disappeared, her strength was rapidly fading. She could use the divine spell three times before, but now it was difficult for her to use it even once.

She was ready to return to being an ordinary person, but she was still a little unwilling.

Because Irene, Cersinati, and Sophia are all people who can help Caesar in various aspects, and she also hopes to help Caesar, no matter what the cost, even if it means signing a contract with the devil.

"of course can."

Caesar reached out and tapped Shana's head.

In fact, he was not quite sure... Mainly, Shana's power came from her belief in God. Could human pheromones strengthen this belief? From a general believer to an ordinary believer, or even a fanatic believer?

To be honest, the teachings of the God of Light and the behavior of this devil are completely opposite.

That's a Virgin Mary!

If Shana becomes a fanatic, she will most likely be ruined.

They will probably dislike him or even feel hostility towards him, and at that time the only option is to kill him.

But this is an attempt, and he won't give up trying because of some negative possibilities.

As the milky white ball of light entered Shana's mind.

Her body actually floated up, and her whole body was covered by a hazy light.

One part was the light brought by evolution, and the other part was the power of faith in the God of Light within Shana's body. They all dissipated in the form of light, as if they were all expelled.

"emmm..."

Caesar stroked his chin and watched the scene in confusion.

He was no longer sure what Shana would be like after her evolution.

Soon, the evolution ended.

A gentle wave of magical power emanated from Shana.

Shana is now a magician.

But unlike Irene, although Caesar could not see the elements surrounding Shana, he could feel that it was not the tyranny of the fire element, but a gentle and pure feeling, and as a demon he hated this feeling.

"Mr. Caesar..."

Shana opened her eyes, stretched her body, clenched her fists, and said in a daze: "I should still be a priest, but not a priest... I am now a light mage, a second-level... But I only know one spell, illumination and healing."

Light mage?

Caesar narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, as expected.

Human pheromones will not go wrong and will definitely evolve in a specific direction to meet the most suitable evolutionary goals. There are originally two types of priests on this continent. One is the light mage, who belongs to the Magic Association; the other is the priest, who belongs to the Holy See.

Below level 6, there is no difference between a light mage and a priest.

Above level six, the priest's magic is even more powerful, and he can also use divine descent.

But light mages are not completely without advantages.

After all, mages make their living by magic power. The more magic power they have, the greater the number and scale of magic they can release.

This is not the case for priests. From the moment they become priests, the number of times they can use divine arts at each level is fixed, depending on the degree of their faith and the blessings of the gods.

A typical example of one relying on oneself and the other relying on God.

Chapter 132: Memories emerge, mysteries of life

"It's good to become a light mage. At least I can get rid of the control of the gods."

After being promoted to the second level, Shana seemed very happy because she could help Caesar again, and the feeling of her power fading also disappeared.

She originally wanted to be intimate with Caesar again.

But Caesar had already coldly and ruthlessly ordered them to leave.

"Give this to Irene. Both of you can use it. Take it and study it carefully. Although I can make you stronger, you can't rely on me for everything."

Caesar took out the magic notebook from the fourth-level wizard's space ring and stuffed it into Shana's hand. On it was written in the common language of the continent: The secret of enhancing magic power - stargazing meditation method from entry to burial.

This notebook was a hardcover edition, with gold thread tied around the edge of the parchment scroll. It looked very expensive. There was originally a matching box, but the wizard seemed to have taken it out and looked at it in advance.

Shana skipped away with the notebook in her hand.

Caesar unfolded the letter to see if he could get some information about the identity of the fourth-level wizard.

The letter was written by the wizard to someone else. The general content was that he asked a man named Truk to find a way to allow him to attend the birthday party of the brave disciple. The gift was already prepared, which was the hardcover edition of the magic notebook.

Perhaps, he wanted to establish some relationship with the brave man's disciples?

Caesar thought so.

Anyway, humans are a society that values ​​personal relationships, and it's just like that over and over again.

However, the name of this brave man caught Caesar's attention, Bernard Ryan. This name was very familiar, as if he had known this person for a long time.

A brave man is not just one person, but a group of people.

A group of lucky people who are born with the blessing of God - "The Blessing of the Brave".

They can be mages, warriors, or knights. Because they possess the Blessing of the Brave, they are naturally much stronger than ordinary people. As their talents gradually unfold, they become more and more extraordinary. Human countries also attach great importance to heroes. Once they discover a seedling with the Blessing of the Brave, they will do their best to train him into a qualified hero.

The reason why a brave man is a brave man.

In addition to their greater strength, they also have special attacks against demons.

This may be the chess piece used by the gods and demons in their game.

The devil has seven deadly sins and countless demon armies.

And what the gods use to fight against them is the brave man.

Caesar stared at the name of Bernard Ryan in a daze. His mind became confused, his heart tightened, and he felt a faint pain, as if a steel knife was inserted into it and stirring it repeatedly.

"You tricked us out here just to use us as bait? Open your eyes and see clearly, they are your children!"

It was a woman's hysterical roar.

With despair and sadness.

In the vague memory, the only thing is the long hair as silver as moonlight fluttering before my eyes.

The view is very low, and bright silver boots can be seen ahead.

Behind the boots is a dense crowd of people, all armed to the teeth.

The boots were beautiful, with gold trim and very expensive, but the woman was barefoot and in rags.

Looking upwards, the shadow cast by the sunlight obscured the man's face. I could only vaguely see his long light golden hair, his handsome facial features, and hear his contemptuous voice.

"It is my sin to have a child with the devil. I will ask God to punish me, but my ultimate goal is the victory of the human coalition. The Morgan family and the Famiya branch must be slaughtered. If they don't come, I can only wipe you out with my own hands."

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"What...are these?"

Caesar came back to his senses from his shattered memories, something warm dripping on his face. He raised his hand to wipe it, and there were some water stains on his palm.

"What's going on between this hero and that woman..."

"Why am I so sad and...hateful?!"

Caesar was sure that these vague memories did not belong to the soul from that other world.

Then these memories belong to him.

But these strange memories are completely contrary to his understanding of himself.

He grew up in the demon dungeon, learning knowledge and combat experience from the demons in the dungeon. When he became an adult, he served for another five years and finally regained his freedom. At that time, the demon quartermaster came to him and asked him if he wanted to strive for a higher position. If he had such an idea, he could go to him.

Caesar, with nothing to do, had no choice.

Rather than facing a confused future, he needed to give himself a goal and direction, so just like now, he became a pioneering noble.

As long as you make military achievements, you can continue to be promoted and become a high-ranking member of the demon clan.

But what about those vague memories?

It seems that he has been in the dungeon since he can remember. He was very young at that time and his previous memories are blank. Could these memories be from before he entered the dungeon? Is his life experience actually related to Barnard?

Caesar tried hard to recall more things, but there was only chaos in his mind, like the opening of a bag that instantly tightened again, completely covering up the things inside, leaving only the incoherent fragment left alone outside.

No one is not curious about their own background.

Caesar was very concerned about the painful feeling.

Compared to the pain, he seemed to have forgotten something more important. This feeling of emptiness seemed to have dug a hole in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe and almost fainting.

"Mr. Caesar, what's wrong with you?"

A soft and tender voice came to my ears, filled with concern and anxiety.

It also allowed Caesar, who was in madness and chaos, to come to his senses a little. He opened his eyes, which had become even redder due to congestion, and in front of him was Shana who had returned. She tilted her pretty face up, held his hand, and looked at him with concern.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Shana whispered, "Mr. Caesar, don't be too tired. If you feel uncomfortable, I can treat you."

Shana held Caesar's strong arms and cast a healing spell on Caesar. In order to increase the effect, she also poured a lot of light elements into it.

Then she saw Caesar's hand catch fire.