The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Few people know how the little fairies become the world's most powerful intelligence experts, and although they are big and small, the biggest ones are probably just the knees of ordinary people, and the smaller ones can only dance on the palms of human hands, and if they fight, the disadvantages of size are lethal.

Perhaps body size does not represent the ultimate power, but the history of the entire race for so many years, there are no famous brave men, warriors, apart from the relatively good ability to escape, there are no special ethnic talents, and naturally there are no great achievements, but it is still extremely good to mix in the dominance of racial competition, even in the very excluded countries of humankind have their own chambers of commerce, places of affairs and branches of intelligence, which are also quite remarkable.

It's not that no one has ever pursued the fairies' passwords, but they often end up disappearing silently, and when they do, they're full of words. "Ah, fairy tale kingdom.”, “Lots of cute fairies”, “Delicious strawberry cake, but I really can't eat it, give it to the little rabbit over there” and other crazy words.

Perhaps from these inferences, the fairies' kingdom must be a lovely fairy tale, but the distance between facts and cognition is always wide.

“My old man, the world is at war, my business is not good. Looks like a tough winter is coming. ”

The one-eyed black fairy had a cigar in her mouth and a small sperm gun in her hand, saying that she was still swallowing cloud mist.

His size has been severely exceeded, looking away is like a ball, but he has clear wings with seven colors behind him, shakes and shakes and falls with fluorescent pollen, it seems that fairy tales always play the fairy fairy fairy of the good man.

“… but in fact, recent turnover has risen, to be precise, by an average of 35 per cent over the last quarter, with the monthly Wind Cloud Knight magazine of Ace magazine up by 91 per cent. The main downfall was the surrounding merchandise of hero figures, portraits, toys, etc. ”

Hot neat shirts and western trousers, always representing wise golden silk glasses, but wearing a nose bent over, dead fish eyes, full of stinky little black fairies, very uncomfortable.

Seems, no, from the nose rings on which nose and the crocodile cane in hand, this is a little bitch who always plays the opposite horn in fairy tales.

“… the Duchy of Casolan celebrates the New Year? Are you nuts? What's worth reporting on this little country, I'm going to deduct your salary... What? To announce something important at the ceremony, it's likely that San Antório will be separated from the Lan Alliance? Me, X, this is big news. You gather the intel first, we'll send backup to you right away. ”

“The trolls started building cities? They didn't swallow the poor villagers, they raised them? You're kidding me! ”

The two fairies negotiated backgrounds, but they were busy fairies, some shouting at some black crystal spell, some screaming at the lines and tubes, and some screaming books, and this messy scene was like a busy editorial department before the deadline.

And their place is not a fairy tale forest of green grass blue sky, but a city full of civilized flavors. The streets are busy pedestrians coming and going. Not far away, there are people in the factory who make noise. The printers, toy factories, handicrafts factories, all kinds of signs are clearly white. If there is to be any difference with other cities, it is probably that the pedestrians on the streets are fairies.

The sky is gloomy, can't see the sun, but the lights along the way turned the city into a no-night city. The fairies didn't build the city into a small country because of their body. More reason is that it is still a servant of other races. The kind of strong muscle, full of two meters tall but with a silly face, is also a distant relative of the fairies, and is their protector.

And this city's fantasy capital is not in the dominant position, but in the grey shadow beyond the knowledge system, the fairies are not afraid to die in various places to gather intelligence, in fact, they will not die in Aishi, their bodies in other positions are a special shadow negative energy collection, in case of danger, just need to dissolve the body.

But they are not immortal. They are able to live in this particular negative energy situation, which is in itself a fusion of energy and flesh. They are a strange semi-powerful creature, like the shadow of other life, that requires the cognition and recognition of other races, and access to an energy source similar to the power of faith, in order to remain in a "living” state, otherwise it is just a piece of rotten flesh.

And this energy source needs to be constantly replenished, and while they can eat, they can only taste it, they can't fill in their bellies, and if they say they're hungry, they're dying.

So since ancient times, other races have become accustomed to these ubiquitous little guys messing around, even acquiescing to being part of the dominant position, and they have gradually mastered the "brush" approach.

Intelligence organizations all over the world, business dealings in dangerous areas, etc. are the best at them, but they also created the news and propaganda industries so developed in Aishi, except that none of the other newspapers combined have them, and the timeliness of information that can cross the horizon is unmatchable in ordinary life.

Of course, in order to brush up their existence, they always adapt and even invent stories, so that branches of their race continue to grind up, fairies, little devils, shadow monsters, etc., and when they discover that children's “energy” is the tastiest and most stable, there is not only a special team to scare children, but even the legendary fairy who specializes in delivering end-of-year gifts to good children, which also keeps their toy factory open all year round.

And Black-skinned Fat Fairy Fairy Fairy Black, one of the top three owners in the city, has four toy factories, two printing houses, a dozen magazines, monthly magazines, and daily editorials, and he gets “energy” supplies that can even feed thousands of fairies, and as some kind of fashion, he even has a dozen concubines, not only fairies and giant fairies, but even the dominant humans and fairies.

Why fashionable? The fertility of this half-energy life is completely different from normal life, similar to a self-division after full energy, and their newly divided offspring have nothing to do with themselves, so the so-called concubines probably can only provide a little bit of energy.

And now the little fairy man is very troubled, swearing by the beard he hasn't shaved in 3,000 years, his business is in some big trouble.

“What? As a ‘food producer' journalism, newspaper, there's nothing wrong with it. As my deputy general manager, your eyes are too short. I'm thinking about whether to change people. ”

“Sorry, sorry, boss, please point me in. ”

Though compatriot feelings are not food, Blake likes to see his men's eyes with fear and reverence. He smokes a cigar and spits out a few circles before saying it harshly.

“Huh, not looking at you, you idiot, following me for a hundred years. You see, the flames in the business of necessities everywhere, but the dramatic decline in luxury sales and the sudden emergence of wars between races and big men only indicate that a cyclical disaster is imminent - the Holodomor! ”

“Holodomor? ”

Albert the Kid is a little silly. Is there going to be a famine? Or...

“The famine of our fairy clan? ”

“Well, as soon as those stupid big guys start fighting what they call jihad again, the massive population will be reduced, and the amount of food available to our clan will be drastically reduced, and according to previous statistics, our population will actually end up falling at the same rate as the big ones. ”

In a sense, the number of fairies is determined based on the number of lives in the main position. How many humans support a little fairy is limited. When the life in the main position decreases widely, the fairy naturally decreases, and so on.

“The same? ”

“Our fairy clan survived only 3.7% of the last Holodomor, and considering that we later had a bunch of big men to feed, the big men of that world lived less than 3% of the time after the war. ”

As one of the few old fairies who survived the last Great Famine, Blake himself did not know how many little fairies he had split up, but the tragic state of the remains everywhere made him feel horrible just in retrospect.

And the war that can replace the earth's dominant race can be fought so harshly and so naturally.

“That means we can only survive 3% this time!! ”

“Boom!”

Albert was full of screams of fear echoing around the room, and all the fairies looked at it, and Old Blake didn't say a word and just shot him.

Feeling the bullet rubbing his face past, Albert sucked in the cool air and immediately calmed down, squatting to the ground.

He just remembered that the boss hated pointless screams. The last time that giant demon screamed was sent straight to the main position, he didn't know how to die.

When he saw the shot flying, Blake spit in his mouth, but didn't fire a second shot, some superstitious he felt that since the other party was lucky enough not to get hit, there was no need to make up for the shot and waste the other party's good luck.

“‘Lucky boy, expect you to be 3% this time.’ Now you know how this blessing came from within our clan. Don't look so bitter, this time none of us old guys will fool around watching the show, at least we'll find a way to keep more big guys alive. Get all the department heads over here, what we're going to do, first of all, we're going to let these big guys know how serious this is, and the end is coming. ”

“… then how…? Why don't we just go outside and talk, and the big guys won't believe us? ”

“Looks like I'm going to have a new deputy general manager. You're so stupid! ”

Albert suddenly realized that the old fairy stared at the fairy reporters and editors who were getting busy again.

“You mean to do a publicity campaign? Tell the big guys we're in big trouble? ”

“Well, that's what we did back then, and now that we've mastered a lot of opinions and newspapers over the years, it's a waste of time. Tell the little guy to triple the overtime and wrap up all the trouble by dawn tomorrow, we'll print a special issue right away! ”