Law of the Devil

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(This chapter is 9,000 words, the day before yesterday only 7,000 more because of my wife's visit to class, we are a thousand words short, today I have time to write some more, make up. Plus 8,000 today, 9,000 words.

Chapter 213 [Heaven!

Let, or don't let. That is the question before Dewey.

The Shaman witch's tone was quite polite, but the words made Dewey feel a hint of arrogance.

Out of the way, search?

This is my territory. This is my territory! You can search my land by taking orders from your wizard king?

Why?

Rationally, since the status of the Witch King is so noble and inviolable on the prairie, it is not a good choice for Dewey to go into conflict with each other now. But it's not that simple.

Dewey has just arrived in the northwest for a short time. If at this time thousands of other cavalry can enter and leave their territory at will, and his army sees it, they have to retreat… how humiliating is this?

To spread the word, as Lord Dewey, is a loss of face, a majestic sweep! What's next, Northwest? This place in the northwest, the land of the tiger wolf, the strong are the honored ones, if you step back, people will go two steps. If you show a little weakness, people will really look down on you.

Thinking of it here, Dewey suddenly moved in his heart.

Northwest Army! What a Northwest Army!

What a warlord!

With the heavy responsibility of guarding the imperial frontier, I can't believe I freed the armies of these hostile forces so casually and entered the heart of my own territory! Those checkpoints guarding the northwest corridor didn't even deliver a message! This practice by the Northwest Army makes Dewey angry.

So army, what do you want it for!!

Watching Dewey's face suddenly sink, Lombardon had probably guessed the young Duke's thoughts, and he slowed down: “Boss...”

“General Lombardon, what do you mean?” Dewey narrowed his eyes.

“Boss, as long as you give the order, although there are more of them than we do, the old man I brought out is not vegetarian either! Although these guys are the elites of the prairie royalty, I'm not weaker than them. It's a big fight!” Of course, Lombardon was not reckless, and he whispered: "They have the upper hand, but in our land, they don't necessarily dare to go out with us, it's not easy to beat them, but pushing them back, I'm still a little sure. ”

Dewey nodded, then he thought about it, and then he spoke out to the two Shamans: “Two wizards, sir, I'd like to ask you two a question. ”

“Oh?” the two wizards glanced at each other. The slight frown they had just spoken to measured Dewey, but turned to Lombardon: “Lord Mosak, who is this man? ”

Lombardon was just about to speak, but Dewey had already begun by shouting: "I am Lord of Tessa, close to the Duchess of Tulips. ”

Two Shamans nodded.

Dewey's words did not arouse suspicion, as Dewey did not like the nobility's gorgeous clothes, and dressing was simple on weekdays.

“So, please.” Two Shamans at the same time.

“Excuse me, Your Excellency.” Dewey straightened his chest and asked aloud: "At this moment, you and I are stepping on the land, is it the grassland royal territory or the territory of my Roland Empire! ”

“…” silence between the two.

“Excuse me, Your Excellency!” Dewey's voice is louder: “Right now, you and I are the masters of the land beneath us, your Witch King or our Duke of Tulip! ”

“ …… ”

“Excuse me, Your Excellency! Floating Flag on this Land Is Bloody Skeleton Flag Or Our Flaming Tulip Flag!! ”

Dewey's mid-term full voice echoed in the presence of the Imperial Cavalry on this side, everyone's expression shocked and couldn't help but straighten themselves out.

Both witches frowned and looked at each other for a while, and one of them said softly: "Can I understand, Mr. Young Man, that you refused the order of the Great Wizard King? ”

Dewey sneered: "I'm sorry you mentioned the word 'order’, I'm an imperial citizen! The Great Witch King doesn't seem to have the right to give me any orders! ”

The wizard's face flashed blue, then he was about to get angry, and an old wizard who had just spoken around him seemed much more calm, and his voice was less impulsive, softening: “Young sir, I think you may have taken this too seriously. This is just what the great wizard demands of you... well, isn't it enough that this little concession can get the friendship of the great wizard king? ”

“Friendship?” Dewey shouted: “If our Duke took 100,000 iron hooves to the Prairie King's Court another day and asked to search for a lost pet from a Duke, would such a move also be considered ‘friendship'?! ”

The grumpy wizard said angrily: "Ignorant boy! How can your Duke compare to the Supreme Wizard King? ”

“Really?” Duwihaha laughed, then turned back to the cavalry of Lombardon's men behind him and drank aloud: “I ask you! Who are you warriors? ”

Thousands of people sighed in unison: "Tulip!!! ”

“Tell me who you serve! ”

Tulip!!! ”

Dewey nodded and smiled and looked at this Shaman wizard: "My Lord Shaman, I have heard that even on the grasslands, respect for your opponent is the least virtuous! So let me tell you, Lord Tulip, we will never say the rude things you just said. ”

The steady wizard smiled: "This young gentleman, please forgive the loss of my companion. Of course I have heard of the prestige of the Duchess of Tulips, the youngest genius in your country, a brilliant magician, a brilliant leader and the youngest duke. His magical miracles in the northwest, he built a magnificent city in three months, and we all heard stories. I don't mean to be disrespectful to the Duchess, it's just that about today, the Witch King has an order that we must find the pet, so please forgive me for not being able to leave here empty-handed. ”

“Then let the Duchess decide.” Dewey slows down: “The only lord of the land is the Duke of Tulips! Just as the Duchess is here, I have to ask her what she means. ”

After that, Dewey didn't even look at the two wizards and turned around and walked back to her queue. Both Shamans were frowning. They didn't expect to meet Lombardon's cavalry in this remote town, not to mention the Duke of Tulips.

Lombardon et al. don't know what the hell Dewey is up to, but they all know that this young Duke has so many ghosts, and naturally won't poke Dewey's true identity.

Lombardon took people out of town and confronted each other, but Dewey had returned to town quickly. Outside the farmhouse, more than a hundred people surrounded the farmhouse group, but Dewey ran aside first, pulled a hand on little Sandy, looked at him carefully, and suddenly said: "Sandy, take off your clothes! Hurry up!”

Sandy stunned and Dewey couldn't wait to unbutton Sandy's clothes in the past. Sandy said, "My lord...”

“Quick! It's too late to explain, you can take it off and listen to me. ”

Dewey quickly turned what he needed out of his carry-on storage ring: a new robe with a standard aristocratic style, a new pair of leather boots, and some ornaments. And then I simply got little Sandy some hair. After wearing it, little Sandy looks like a little nobleman.

Dewey took a closer look and suddenly took out another black cape. It was based on his black magician robe, and the black cape was on little Sandy, and he called the magician captain Ziggy, and he brought Ziggy's wand and held it in Sandy's hand.

When dressing Sandy, Dewey explained quickly. Little Sandy sounded stunned, but dared not go against Dewey's will and could barely dress her up.

Sandy was a little younger than herself, but she didn't see much of a difference when she wore it, and she grew much stronger these days when Sandy came northwest. Though Dewey's men still have a lot of magic cadets, it's just that most of those guys are from the military, and the training these days brings a little bit of a walking breath. Only Sandy, after following herself, learned a lot of rules and etiquette from Old Mudd, not easy to show off.

“In a moment, you'll do as I say. ”

After Dewey's orders were finished, he quickly walked into the farmhouse.

In the farmhouse, the red-haired monster is still with the muse. The muse is not so scared anymore, but the beard is very pathetic, with a lot of hay on his head and tear marks on his face.

And Dewey didn't have the heart to look at the kid, and look directly at the redhead monster and drink, "Look, I know you're the Witch King's pet, right? ”

The monster nodded.

“They came to get you, right outside. And you don't want to go back with them, do you? ”

The monster shook his head instantly and was resolute.

“Then you can only choose to trust me if you want to escape today.” Dewey Fei Fast Track: “Now I give you two choices: Either you kill this friend of mine right now, and then you break out yourself, and even if you can get past me, you can't get past the Shamanic Wizards out there! Second option: You let go of my friend immediately, and I'll help you hide. ”

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A moment later, two Shamanic wizards from the grasslands finally saw this weather Duke of Tulips shortly after his arrival in the northwest.

The Duchess, as rumored, is such a young man. It's like a teenager who didn't grow up. He looks pretty, but he's just a little thinner —— hum, these Rowland aristocrats, they've lived in a sweet environment like a horse's milk since they were little kids, and there's no place like our prairie boys.

The two Shamans looked at each other and saw the disdain in the eyes of their companions.

But this young duke, every move is very courtesy and identity, the black cape that symbolizes the magician's identity, and the walnut wood wand, both of which scare the shamans.

After all, the magicians of the Roland Empire are terrible, and the Shamans on the prairie are very knowledgeable.

Whether in respect for the magician or the title of the other party, two Shamans were reluctant to come down to the country to give a minimal grassland mountain meetup.

“The Duchess" smiled slightly, his smile being that standard aristocratic apathy.

“Two original guests.” The Duke said softly in a steady voice: "I am surprised at your sudden arrival. Nevertheless, I forgive you for your disrespect with forgiveness and kindness. And I want your assurance that such disrespect will not happen again. You know, even before a nobleman visits a friend, he should get permission from his master. To your demands… I personally salute the great Witch King on the prairie, but by imperial decree I cannot allow your troops to enter the towns and villages under my authority, and it is no longer right for you to come here! However, in order to show my friendship with the Witch King, I can make an exception…” Sandy, the Counterfeit Duke, at the behest of Dewey, did not give the other person any chance to intervene at all and said all in one breath: “I allow two Shamans to enter this town with your entourage to find what you call the lost warcraft. But by imperial decree, you may not bring more than ten servants. And after the search here, I demand that you return to the prairie immediately! Otherwise, any move by you will be seen as a provocation to the sovereignty of the Roland Empire. ”

After that, Sandy didn't even give the other person a chance to talk and turned around and walked back to town.

Dewey stood aside and sneered, looking at two gloomy Shamanic wizards: "Your Excellencies, please. ”

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This is Dewey's only best solution. No inferiority, no tearing of the face, hidden expression of dissatisfaction and toughness.

And Dewey's got a pretty good pinch. At least it doesn't look like they're going to tear face to face with the Roland Empire - at least not now.

Nor did they expect to meet the Imperial Army and the Duke of Tulip here. After all, trespassing so far inside the territory of other countries with thousands of cavalry, this matter is big, small and small!

Two Shamanic wizards, though dissatisfied, did not express anything and accepted the Duke's decision in silence.

Soon they picked ten elite prairie warriors and took them through a queue of Lombardon cavalry and into the town.

No suspense at all. They found nothing in this small town.

Two Warcraft have been received by Dewey into the Wizard's Storage Ring. Though two Shamanic wizards searched through the town carefully, they even came up with something of interest to Dewey.

It was a tortoise shell, like a divination, throwing a few irregularly shaped little bones in the tortoise shell and saying words that Dewey didn't understand —— maybe some kind of divination.

At that time, Dewey was a little nervous, but then the two Shamans seemed to have come to no avail.

In their disappointed eyes, their divination is nothing. Don't worry, Dewey.

The opposing party withdrew from the town dissatisfied, and the 3,000 prairie cavalry began to retreat slowly. Dewey suddenly broke up Lombardon's 100 cavalry and let the 100 cavalry “escort” the 3,000 prairie cavalry along the way until they exited the northwest corridor and left Dewey's territory.

The cavalry defended on the prairie was very annoyed by the move, but two Shamanic wizards endured and acquiesced in the actions of the Dewey side. Order everyone not to move. So a hundred of Dewey's cavalry, about a hundred meters behind the prairie queue, watched them leave.

After leaving Niuli Town, two Shamanic wizards sat on horseback and looked back at the distant town. The steady wizard suddenly said to his companion, "What do you think of the tulip duke? ”

“Huh, just a kid.” The grumpy sorcerer did not despise.

“Nice.” The steady wizard laughed: “Yes, the rumors are strong, but at first sight today... it's not as famous as meeting.” Then he paused and suddenly sighed: “But the young attendant around him who talked to us, the words were well-documented, the vessel was remarkable, but he was a great guy! ”

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The grassland wolves were sent away with their eyes, but Dewey's face showed no relief at all. He grew more gloomy and immediately ordered: "Back to Langcheng! ”

Two warcraft were held by him in storage rings. And Muse... After the boy was cured by Dewey, it seemed like Dewey had been completely scared, standing far behind him and not daring to say another word to Dewey.

When everyone was on their way, Dewey hooked up with Muse: "Come here! ”

Muse seemed a little frightened and cautiously walked up to Dewey: “You… what are you going to do? ”

“Huh! Have you forgotten what I said? Call me" My Lord "!” Dewey said viciously, “You're not some Lester boy in my house! You are one of my ordinary men! If you can't remember that, you will suffer in the future. ”

“Yes, sir!” Muse bit her teeth and her face rose red, but she had to squeeze a few words out of her voice.

“Okay.” Dewey sighed: “On the horse, let's go back. ”

At this moment, Dewey's face suddenly filled with exhaustion.

Muse looked at Dewey's expression and couldn't help but wonder: Is there anything else bothering this wicked man? Evil guy like him...

Along the way, Dewey sat down on the horse and pondered what, while Muse cautiously followed Dewey behind him. Despite his hatred for Dewey, he still couldn't help but peek into Dewey's back.

After a long time, about a dozen miles, Dewey suddenly turned her head and glanced at Muse: "Have you been looking at me? ”

Muse startled and shook his head quickly, but Dewey smiled slightly: "Don't deny it. I guess you just cursed me in the dark, didn't you? You watched me all the way behind me, and you thought," Better give me a sword in the back while I'm not paying attention? "”

Muse was even more pale, because at some point in time, he did reveal this kind of mind, but when he thought about Dewey's vicious appearance, he immediately dismissed it.

This guy... must be the devil! How else would he have guessed what was in my heart?

Dewey smiled softly, his face with a hint of lightness, but in his eyes, as if he had figured out something, hidden through a kind of firmness.

“Muse, you hate me now because I just hit you. And you know why I hit you? ”

Muse shut up and don't talk.

'Cause you're stupid. ”Dewey said without courtesy," Because of your stupid behavior, if something happens to me, it will give you and your family a lot of trouble! And many more will die and bleed. You said you were stupid. ”

Muse blushed again, but didn't speak.

“You can hate, whatever you want.” Dewey chuckles: “I just don't get it. Why do you hate me so much? Seems like you've been unfriendly to me since the first time I met you. ”

Muse lowered his head and Dewey silenced for a moment. "Is it because of your sister? ”

“… yes.” Muse answered in a low voice, with a hint of hatred in his voice.

After a pause, he suddenly looked up at Dewey and was brave: "I started hating you because I knew she wanted you to marry Angel! I hate a nobleman like you, like your old husband, the vile old nobleman. The elder sister had to sacrifice herself to marry him for the sake of her family, but I knew that she was not happy at all and had never been happy for a day! Luckily, that bastard died early! But now that you're here... I think you're an asshole too! I don't want Angel to marry a hypocritical, disgusting nobleman like you! You will only greed our family's riches and exploit us! ”

“But you're using me, too.” Dewey whispered, "Why isn't your sister trying to take advantage of my position? ”

“…” Muse bites his teeth.

“So I said, you're stupid.” Dewey whispered, “Fortunately, you are young and young people occasionally do something stupid that even God forgives. ”

“God?” Muse stunned for a moment.

Dewey realized he had lost his word, and he smiled slightly: "Oh, that's just an old bastard. ”

And then he looked at Muse, and he said, “The silly thing about you is that what you do, it's not going to make any difference, and it's going to make things worse. You're obviously kind, but you're making things worse... isn't that stupid? Smart people will find a way to get things going in the right direction, and you... hum. ”

Muse snorted, “What about you? Why did you say no to Angel again? Did you really fall for my older sister? ”

“Hahahahaha...” Dewey laughed heavenly, then looked at this kid, Dewey for a while, put up his laugh, looked at this guy, faintly: “Poor guy, you are really pathetic, do you think I value the wealth of your Lester family as much as anyone else? You think everyone is what you think they are? ”

Muse seemed to have endured the journey and finally couldn't bear to ask: “What do you... want? You seemed to say no to Angel, but at the banquet, you invited my sister! And she... what exactly do you want! You demon! ”

Dewey's eyes were cold: "You probably forgot my orders again, didn't you? ”

Muse seemed afraid of Dewey's eyes, shrunk, and drowned.

Dewey wasn't angry, and suddenly he sighed softly, as if to say to himself: "Yeah... what exactly do I want...”

At the beginning of coming to this world, I was lost.

This confusion is hard to understand if you're not in the right place.

Before he “crossed," Dewey didn't hear the word "crossed," at least he read the novels and knew the stories of crossing.

But I really experienced it myself, and I found that it was really different.

In those third-class novels, they write about the fact that as soon as the protagonist crosses, he quickly “accepts” the fact. Oh, yeah, I'm through, Dad and Mom. I'll be filial to you in the next life! The other world, I'm here, beautiful women are all mine...

Bullshit!

An adult… even if he is just 18 years old, growing up in his own world, naturally has goals, goals in life, goals in career, goals in learning… and maybe this person has been fighting for his goals for years!

Emotionally, you may have a lover of your own, and if you don't, you may have someone you love secretly... even if you don't have one. Then at least you have a mother and father to feed you!

What does crossing stand for? Representing, with one hand, gently waved in the absence of your resistance... all this has been erased! Not at all!

You've been struggling for years with goals, without them, your struggle for years has become a pathetic joke!

Your benevolent parents, your beloved objects, are gone! All this emotion, it's completely empty!

In those bullshit third-rate novels, you hold the legs of other people's parents and call them parents. You raised your parents in the original world for less than three minutes and forgot to clean them up...

Say something rude... bullshit! No conscience!

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What exactly does Dewey want?

Say the truest thing: if! If you can! If God suddenly tells him now, you can go back! Then Dewey would not hesitate to give up everything in the world! What a bullshit duke, a bullshit cause! He will not hesitate to return to the world he is familiar with!

What if we don't get back?

So Dewey's goal can only be retreated to second place: he just wants to be comfortable and free.

Thinking about it, Dewey suddenly laughed.

The smile on his face was sincere and relaxed, slowly spewing a word in his mouth:

“Freedom.”

“What?” Muse didn't seem to hear Dewey.

“is freedom.” Dewey's voice is calm: “All I want is freedom. Free and quiet life, whatever you want, no one gives me too much pressure and comfort. Make yourself as comfortable as possible… it's that simple. ”

“… that's it… simple?” Muse watched with surprise the empire's hottest teenager power. Even idiots know that this guy's future is unlimited... but he wants to be free?

“Aren't you free enough now?” Muse said with ridicule.

“You don't understand.” Dewey shook his head.

Is it true that this world frees itself?

When I pretended to be stupid, I didn't want to have any family responsibilities (in Dewey's view, what does family responsibilities have to do with him?), so he'd rather be sent home to the Rollins.

In Emperor Dudu, I'd rather provoke Prince Chen than save Old Raymond's life, because Dewey feels like he wants to do it, and if he doesn't, he might get a bigger benefit - but then, it's not his true intentions! That won't be me, Dewey! Dewey only does what he wants… Freedom is that simple.

And now, the same is true of the rejection of the Lester marriage.

“In my view, my definition of freedom is that I can govern my life as I please. ”

Muse is obvious, perhaps at his age, that it is difficult to really understand what this means at this moment.

“But this goal is really hard to achieve.” Dewey grins and sighs: “That's the way the world is. If you fall into a circle, you will inevitably be forced by things you don't like and pushed one step forward... but I, just want to be free. ”

“In your current position, who else could persecute you? Isn't Prince Chen's Regent very fond of you?” Muse finally asked puzzled.

“Really?” Dewey laughed: “Here, in the Northwest... how many people look at me like a tiger? Northwest Army, Governor Bohan, they don't want to kick me out of the Northwest at all times. The wolves in the meadows, they'll bite you anytime, anywhere! Can I do anything I want in this place? The first thing I want to guarantee is survival! Then there's the rest. ”

If I had enough strength, would that old Bohan have cheated on me once when he first got here?

If I had enough strength, would the Northwest Army dare come to the door once for money and sneak the prairie into the line of defense to give me an ugly look?

If I had enough strength, today... those guys would have bullied me at my door so badly, I would have beaten them to the north with my army!!!

Dewey felt a hint of pity in her heart and a little bit more ridiculous.

Because I aspire to freedom, in order to achieve my goals, in order to achieve my goals… I am forced to have ambitions!

Isn't this a joke?

Dewey knew very well that she was inspired today. Stimulated by the prairie people. He understands that at this moment, in his heart, something called ambition is thriving.

To allow me to dominate my life as I please in the future... in the process, any opponent who tries to obstruct me and threaten me will be my enemy!!

Perhaps the prairie should regret it.

Because of what they did today, they woke up a young man who was already a little confused.

Dewey suddenly got excited and suddenly sat up straight on the horse, holding the whip's finger to the distant wasteland: “Muse, what do you see? ”

Muse stunned for a moment and looked at the distance, probing: "Wasteland? Mount Kilimaro? The road? The woods... what is it? ”

Dewey suddenly smiled slightly, dropped a sentence gently, then pulled the whip hard, and the horse rushed forward.

“The world! ”

Make up the thousand words owed the day before yesterday.

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