The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“… as your most loyal ally, even in the far north, we are still concerned about your country's war situation, we have heard that your country's war is very unfavourable, the withering land on the battlefield is stunning, the evil spirit is arrogant for a lifetime, as the most daring to take a series of actions, looking forward to communicating understanding with your country, Shandru and I had a private relationship...”

This is a stinky, long letter filled with boring diplomatic words, and it's easy to translate -- “I heard you guys got beaten up by the dead spirit very badly, hahahaha shame on you, but as an ally, I spoke to the other ace in private, and then he promised to play fake ball with water, how are you going to thank me? ”

Consider writing this to Emperor Bayer, Helen. Milan's letters may appear rude in the future, as official records, and perhaps even as evidence of Sandru's whitening, simple and straightforward personal messages on weekdays. This curved rhetoric alone allows this piece of paper to speak clearly, spending more than ten times as much time and energy on hard-boiled paper.

But I know that such efforts are necessary and cost-effective.

“... is really slippery, obviously you expected to reconcile with the Dead Spirit, and this is like convincing Sandru to betray the Great Alliance of Dead Spirits and throw it into the living for the benefit of Bayer. ”

“Oh, from the results, it's one thing. But then, it wasn't me who begged them, it was them who begged me, and they owed me. ”

This is like when two countries are at war, when one side's secret weapon kills the other, a third party intervenes, saying that I can help you to take care of the other side's secret weapon, and if you do, this is a huge amount of assistance at the national level, not one or two points owed.

And if I intervene with this as the key point, I can also baptize Sandru, a defeated war butcher will only be thrown in jail, but a battlefield awake to abandon the implicit "butcher” in time, can make people forget his past selectively for the future, but become good words.

“... the two emperors of the dead meet with joy, smile and revenge, abandon the secret family rejoicing, maybe the future can become a classic good story in the epic story. ”

Sounds like bullshit. That's a very good possibility. At least from the perspective of Bayer, I'm a very good person who helped them lift the threat of the curse over their heads. Anyway, we're the only ones who know what really happened.

“Can you be more shameless? ”

“… Yes! I can do it twice as shamelessly. ”

So, in order to show my lower limit, I didn't hesitate to pick up the pen and start writing another letter.

“Dear fellow Truth Councillors, as an honorary Member, I have heard of the difficulties encountered by the council in the Battle of Bayer. As a dead-end, cold-blooded magician, I have a bit of a personal relationship with Death Master Sandru. Perhaps I can do something. Of course, reciprocity exchange is the basic rule of the magic world... ”

More shameless than fooling around on both sides and buying back, it's selling one room and eating three at the same time...

I'm sure with these pens, Sandru would be happy to reward me with a slight indication of his passive neglect, whether it's Bayer, who has a great career, or the great magicians.

And this is not just for me, but also to give Sandru a chance to wash away, and his camp was transformed before the future of the Republic of Taliban could be accepted by the world, at least, in time to abandon it and say it out loud.

And after all this, I also want to give Renee and Grina an account, at least let me know the results of my confidential conversation with Sandru, so as to avoid falling behind... Well, definitely not explaining not taking part in the winter hunt, joke, I need to explain to two little girls.

“... more and more like an unreliable lazy dad after running away from work, looking for a reason to plug serious daughters. This is especially true if you can't find a reason to do it. ”

“... Dead Cat, I have a very interesting bottle of water in my hand, would you like to try it? ”

“You, you, you, you... what do you want to do to me, no wonder you're not interested in women, so you like cute boys! Actually... this is not unacceptable, but you have to wear women's clothes, princess peach or something, the most... ”

Looking at a shy dead cat, I finally had nothing to say and threw the dead cat's neck out the window.

“Get in the snow and calm down! ”

My head is burning, the soul link actually tells me that she wasn't kidding, what does this Grinch Queen usually think in her head!

It's dirty. It's dirty! It's all dirty.

However, referring to the book... I mean Male Drowning Springs, I can't help but think of the long time I haven't seen Koros. Although I've written to ask her to come, far from Bayer, it's not a one-and-a-half minute thing to come here.

Every time I see two bottles of spring water in a space bag, I instinctively feel wrong. My years of experience in pits tell me not to pit people... consume these two bottles of spring water, and eventually most of the trouble will be with me.

Unfortunately, the tragic wind of being the focus of the target still does not rise to the abyss. It is clear from the letter that his work is going well and he should be able to return.

It's understandable to think of the rewards on him, and that he should go to the abyss to avoid evil, but...

“I don't care if he dies, if I don't come back, I'll find a way to get him back, so I'm going crazy...”

[… primates can often be divided into primitive and progressive ape subeyes, where primitive monkey subeyes can be divided into fox and monkey subeyes...]

Probably with those strange creatures about to emerge in the world, the system has become increasingly cloudless lately, saying in my head that this is an animal encyclopedia that doesn't know where it comes from...

[... Spring is here, everything is back, it's a mating season...]

Well, now it's the animal world again, and over time, I've been losing my nerves, and I'm even starting to miss the day dedicated to being a pit father.

And the repeated rhetoric of these days also gave me an idea of what the sad wind was doing.

The great races of today are, in a sense, descendants of the Creator.

The Titans of the Golden Race have given birth to giants and dwarves, and the descendants of the Golden Elves have emerged, and even the Giants are descendants of the original bloodline.

Even in the presence of hybrid descendants, they are descendants of two human races, and the genetic abilities of such semi-pipes and orcs are often poor. Even with descendants, they tend to be attributed to one race, such as the semi-pipe descendants of three-quarters of human blood, which is actually a more pointy-eared human being.

And in two generations, the hybrid descendants will be meaningless and eventually integrated into the community.

For the goddess of order, order among races is fundamental to everything. Ethnic diversity forms the cornerstone of this fantastic world, which is why she went mad at the time and intended to give every race its destiny and vocation.

“Every race has its own duties, crafty dwarves and giants are craftsmen, angels are government officials and waiters, elves are scholarly teachers, demons are guards and soldiers, Titans are architects, dragons can use strong physical and flying abilities as a means of transportation for all races...”

Without mentioning how far-fetched this “order” is, at least initially it was the perfect society that the Creator had hoped for in the medium term.

At least, before the invasion of the outer crystal wall system (another universe) smashed this perfect society into pieces, it was indeed the Creator World that both goddesses could accept.

As a result of the defeat, the two men joined forces to close the gaps in the outer crystal wall system and divided on the path of evolution.

The Goddess of Order adheres to the views of the past, and then strengthens the order and the racial role, allowing them to study their vocations. The communities and individuals become the gears of the new era, strengthening the power of society as a whole, while the Goddess of Chaos, with the demonic community, embarks on the path of self-evolution.

For the goddess of order, such a scene is unacceptable, but the only joy is that most races remain unchanged and chaotic like demons, and the racial “order” that is the cornerstone already exists.

Now, not only has this “order" been broken down, without even the most basic ethnic purity, but the hybrid descendants of those individuals are not only the existence of Orcs themselves, each with no ethnic unity whatsoever, but they have inherited the powerful fertility of their fathers, as well as more peculiar descendants of other races.

This seems nothing to others. In the eyes of the goddess of order, it is an anomaly that destroys the world view. Soon, the whole world will be filled with strange creatures, and the unified and harmonious world of races will be broken.

Not to mention the Animal Encyclopedia, Mother of Beasts could.

[... In the name of the goddess of order, if you don't give me that source of pollution, I will find a way to destroy those beast mothers...]

“Calm down, at least those beast mothers are innocent, maybe, not so innocent, but those kids... well, I won't mention those kids! ”

In the cold wind, a phantom is slowly spinning, and if I'm not mistaken, it's the ancient nuclear bomb that has been depleted once - the Theroid nucleus!

I don't want to try to see if the system has the ability to redeem this now, screaming and stopping, and the phantom returns to nothingness, but this is no longer a joke.

Even in the cold winter outside, the sweat still drips between my forehead, which is the first time I've seen the system become like this, able to make the goddess of order freak out like this, someone's natural disaster list is not false.

At this point, I was worried that if that guy showed up in front of me, the system would suddenly blow itself up.

And soon, I had no leisure time to laze.

“Ability to change your face? That is, they have been mixed up in the northern states. ”

“According to the magicians, this disguise is very strong and very likely to mix in. Also, from the anatomy of the brain, they should have intelligence beyond ordinary people. ”

What surprised me was a report that had just been sent, an autopsy of those noodles demons hired by the court.

Generally speaking, demons of the same order have more fighting power than demons, and a large part of the reason is that demons' abilities are changing, which is an advantage in individual combat.

And the demons' progress is relatively fixed, even in order to get some kind of capability characteristic selective advancement, the artificial manufacturing of special forces, which is obvious in regiments and special wars.

These “weak” demons are not very powerful in combat, but they have the ability to corrupt and demonize themselves, as well as the ability to hypnotize and tame the mind. They should be special demons that favour spirituality and magic.

Now, the demon's autopsy report suggests that without faces, they possess the ability to reshape faces, and psychological abilities, which are natural spies and infiltrators, so it's very likely that a lot of these probes have been mixed up in the northern states.

The combination of the missing beast tide and spies who are good at infiltrating the city pool gives a very disturbing feeling. The only enemies in the northern city state are the beasts. If these spies disguise themselves as human generals, the city director is reckoned with, the city gate is opened, and the beast tide enters the city...

“Have you informed the countries of the North? ”

“No, Your Highness is still asking for your opinion. ”

“… what else do you have to say to inform countries quickly, it seems that this time the devil wants to play a big game. ”

Originally, my assessment of this demon was very general, thinking that even if they had the ability to corrode demonization, but in the abyss, they could only count as low-order cannon ash, and now, with the ability to change their face, and the language and custom knowledge needed to be a spy, then his wisdom is certainly not low, and there should be a certain ability to enforce it.

“... the original assessment was wrong. The guy we caught at the time must have deliberately pretended to be a low IQ. It's not a low-order demon, it's a bunch of high-end goods! It is a group of intelligent demons who favour magic and conspiracy. ”

A bunch of low-order goods, and possibly some kind of personal retaliation that a lord sees as unpleasant, throws out tens of thousands of high-end demons, which seems to be a one-off product of orientation. This is a big pen, and the big pen is naturally for a big harvest, which is definitely not small.

In my mind, not only do I recall my friendship with the devil, but it is possible for the demon king to have his own hands, given their past experience.

“What's the matter? She frowned. ”

“Well, by your brothers. ”

“Brother?”

There was snow on Heroise's head just flew back from the windowsill, but then I looked at the report, and I remembered the twisted noodles, and I was furious.

“Slime and noodles are not brothers... Boo, I'm not Slime, I'm the elf! ”

I grabbed a dead cat with a big bird bite and threw it on one side of the wooden table.

“Don't be ridiculous, I'm bored. I'm bored when I think of this kind of stuff mixed in with Diffund. Maybe there are these devil detectives around us, I'm bored. ”

Heard that Heroise was stunned first, then laughed.

“Oh, they couldn't have gotten into Defund's. Even if you come in, you can't be a qualified detective. ”

Now it's my turn not to believe it.

“Why? I don't think ordinary city guards can tell the devil from the crowd. ”

“Have you forgotten? Dyfender is a city of innocence, and the devil... can you find a demon that doesn't commit crimes for 24 hours? Especially when they enter a strange city without a penny. ”

No pen? I think about it, yes, the devils are not in the habit of carrying gold coins at all times, their catastrophic coins cannot be used in the dominant place, and they do have the ability to "make money", but the way they make money… theft, fraud, speculation, the vast majority of qualified devils are extremely good liars.

What they're going to do, they must have a leader, they know the plan, and a senior leader like that, naturally, doesn't blow in the snow outside, and the most likely thing they're going to do is they've come to Diffund.

And the devil also wants to eat, and in order to spy on intelligence, large sums of money also have to be spent. So, when they get back into their old business, a red light falls, two impartial knights fall down, and then they directly grab it... the big spy is caught by the traffic police or something, that image is too sensational.

“Perhaps I can look in Diffindor Prison for those homeless people who have committed crimes since they arrived without a penny. Perhaps that's what we're looking for! ”