The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

A man, always so petty.

When you go home busy all day long, tired and tired of lying on the street like this, if a lovely girl wears a lace maid's costume and smiles sweetly, you are welcome at the door.

“Master, welcome home. Do you want to eat first, take a bath first, or... ”

Cough, the rest, all the men know.

I admit, I'm a complete maid of honor, but, man, it's gotta be a hobby!

“Men don't change. Posture, is that still a normal man? ”

When I said this honestly and demanded Eliza fulfill her daily "welcome obligation" and "wake-up service," of course, it was a healthy version, what could I do with a bone, but she looked at my cold eyes so far unforgettable, and the next month was cold violence.

Even, to make her wear a maid's costume every day, I not only threatened to raise her, but I almost knelt down and hugged her thigh... Cough, did I say something?

In a sense, well, from a gentleman's point of view, Eliza's “education” is a total failure.

“I don't get it. She was so sweet and cute when she was a kid. How did she grow up to be an iron virgin like Margaret? ”

All these years, apart from being a little girl, I really did what I said and always smiled sweetly “Welcome home” and “Be careful on the way”, but when she learned a little bit, the childhood past became the black history of instant violence.

Now, the familiar ice melted under the silver eyes, the girl with the dress pendulum, the sweet voice said the lines I liked the most, both the color value and attitude were full score, it was the perfect maid I dreamed of, but I felt the back was cold and the goose bumps were all up.

“This time, maybe, really, die... ”

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Ten minutes later, lying in the yard of my old house, enjoying myself, looking at the familiar scenery around me, I felt more and more tranced.

I'm not a new rookie who hasn't seen the big scene, I've seen the realm and the environment, and I've seen hearts like the world, and I've seen hundreds of different kinds of hearts, but the old house in front of me is just as real as I remember it.

The black pearl grape on the vine behind it is a rare, magical plant, bitter and unpleasant, but it is also a very rare magic ingredient if the wine is not only delicious but can also act as a soul quencher.

Black pearl wines, however, are also “food” that can be enjoyed by the high-end spiritual minority.

I spent a lot of time growing it, and this garden was built for it, but if I had moved it away, it would have died instantly, but now those tiny, dark grapes are just as common as I remember.

What is most incomprehensible is not the demonized plants themselves, but the shelves under the vines.

The leftmost pillar, with a little knife on it, hundreds of traces of dense numbness, is someone's growth trajectory, and now, just like old times.

The emergence of illusions, the mind like the projection of the world, demands of the controller. The controller knows, remembers, the mind like the world, even if it is not like that in reality, as long as the obsession is deep enough, it can rewrite reality.

But from a different perspective, if the controller doesn't know about it, it will naturally be omitted.

The familiar bitter taste of Ansoul wine beats at the tip of my tongue, which is a toxin for the living, but I am trapped in memories.

There are a lot of little details that Eliza could not have noticed back then, but now they are all in front of me, as if she were really in control of the world. I have never heard of this ability. The more Eliza like this, the more I can't see...

“Don't be ridiculous, this is the old house in Iwo Mountain City, I went back and brought it out. ”

“Cough! Told you, I almost choked. ”

A bite of old blood erupted, and it was estimated that at this moment, there was only one uppercase inscription on my face.

When I calmed down and finally took a look at the familiar scenery, I was getting a little reluctant. How could this girl be so defeated? After we fought, it would be ruined. This is my home.

Yes, from the moment I saw Eliza, I knew that, this time, it was impossible to be good, that I was not only pitted, but also pitted by the most trusted people.

But there are some things to face in the end…

“Eliza, no, Cynthia, when did you start, with the Cavins League?! ”

I laughed and asked angry questions, hoping, but negative answers, but sometimes reality is so cruel.

Eliza in front of me is more powerful than any god I've ever seen, and this is incredibly powerful, and there's only one possibility.

She, Eliza, is the daughter of the victorious Abyss, the new generation of Cynthia the Goddess of Chaos.

Cavins was hunting for the Abyss Daughter just to make her chosen Abyss Daughter a true Cynthia and gain the power of the Goddess of Genesis. I thought the Abyss Daughter would be one of the devil's kings, Heroise's mother, Leona and others.

After all, the Abyss Daughter became Cynthia, not a personality transformation, but an individual who, according to the law of the jungle, had consumed, completed the all-round upliftment, and one who might have crossed the presence of the Lord God. If I were in Cavins' place, I would naturally benefit my own people.

And now Eliza is a new generation of Cynthia, and there's only one explanation.

“After the Battle of the Underworld, he came to me, and we formed a common alliance in certain interests, and to be honest, your brother was much better than you. ”

I finally know why Eliza disappeared for so long these days, and when the Abyss Daughter's hunt began, Eliza evolved so rapidly that when she appeared before me, everything would naturally be gangbanged up.

Well, betrayal, it's been at least ten years.

Perhaps a lot of information is not leaked from the kings of the abyss, or perhaps my secretary, the most senior spy.

The more I get confused, the more angry I get.

What do Cavins and Eliza have in common? Opening the door is good for a fearless bastard like Cavins, but what good is Eliza? Where did I forget all the laws that the professor gave her? If you turn into a demon, you'll agree with the devil's stupid worldview and the law of the jungle?

“Your brother, who thinks you're going to get in the way, expects to restrict you, especially if he knows what you're going to do, and I, what do you think I want most, will be? ”

Eliza sat in front of me and the unfamiliar wine made her cheeks red, the cold wind swept by, the long silver hair drifted with the wind, and the beauty was like a painting.

But her words surprised me a little.

I paused. What did Eliza want? Maybe I never thought about it.

“What do you want? Since you were a kid, I'll give you whatever you want. What do you need, can you just tell me?! What can Cavins give you? ”

“Roland. ”

“What?”

What's my name for at this hour? But the dead cat's paws on my head are already hurting my scalp.

“You probably never wondered why I followed you at all costs. ”

Rumor has it that I am caught in meditation and may have gotten used to her following, but I have not really thought about the reasons for her loyalty.

Still a plain word, but the glass trembled slightly, revealing the excitement in her heart.

Take a deep breath and Eliza decides to stall.

“Dynasty hegemony? Save the world? The law of honor? An invincible power? What's the point of all this debris for a woman? You think I'm a woman, I'm so desperate, I don't even have to walk into the abyss, I don't even have to swallow a disgusting demon heart, why? ”

Even if I were a pig, I'd have answers by now, but I can't afford them.

“Idiot, I am a woman, and what I want, of course, belongs to a woman's happiness. Roland, Cavins' promise, is to give me Roland, forever, forever, only... and now you, indeed, are here. ”

The girl's cheeks are filled with shy secrets, but now my expression is probably full of words.

“It is true… ”

And the dead cat sighs, full of horse cannon flavor.