The Unemployed Demon Lord

"But even if you are a small person, there are some things you have to do, right?"

"I just want to take Alice home to do housework, not for anything else."

"Thinking that it's her turn to work next week, if you want to escape in this way? I won't agree."

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Chapter 6: Monthly Ticket Addition

Merlin rode on the borrowed black steed, and Alice's donkey, Mengmeng, had been handed over to the groom.

Next, he will act alone. Obviously, riding a strong horse, it is faster to rush to the border volcano in Scotland overnight.

The light rain had already started to get heavier, and the majestic rain curtain began to block Merlin's vision.

The big raindrops hit Meilin's head and face, and the road in the small town seemed to be blooming.

Merlin galloped on the road of the town on his black horse. The unstoppable knight seemed to be able to tear through the rain, and headed straight for the gate of Wrexham.

Price, the captain of the city guard, seemed to be drinking again. He was a little bored in the duty room, but when he saw Merlin galloping on horseback, he suddenly wanted to ask for a drink together, so he took the whiskey Bottle walked out of the duty room.

"Hey! Brother Merlin, do you want to drink together?"

"Sorry Price, go get a drink with Hobbs, I'm in a hurry!"

Merlin speeded up his horse without slowing down at all, passing Price directly and rushing out of Wrexham.

The ferocious horse's hooves splashed the accumulated water on the ground and splashed Price all over, making him a little embarrassed.

Poor Price blinked his eyes with a dazed expression. He wiped the dirty water off his face with his hands, shook his head and said in wonder.

"Damn it, what happened to Merlin today? He's in a hurry..."

After Merlin rushed out of Wrexham, he turned his horse's head and galloped straight towards Scotland.

Rain and fog rose from the distant mountains, making it difficult to see clearly, and the horseshoes galloped up, kicking up the silt on the ground.

The sky was so dark that it looked particularly low, making it hard to tell day from night.

Enough is enough, Alice, a troublesome woman...

After rescuing her, let her be a housekeeper for a month with peace of mind.

There was a cold red light in Merlin's eyes, and he put the hood behind the black raincoat directly on his head.

With this appearance, he instantly transformed into a dark knight on a rainy night, creating a new legendary rhythm.

Merlin swung his whip vigorously, causing the black horse to neigh ferociously, echoing in the pouring rain...

Dark dungeon.

The two girls didn't know how long it had passed, but they felt that every minute and every second in this harsh cell was like a year.

"What kind of place is your southern United Kingdom?" Bored, Alice chatted with the elf Shirley. "I heard that it is very difficult for human beings to come to your country. I have never been there before."

"It's a peaceful place, with dense forests, towering mountains, and wide seas, suitable for all races to live in." Shirley said with nostalgia on her face, and her pointed ears would twitch when she was happy.

"Sounds really good. Are there many non-human races? They are all weird-looking guys on the street?" Alice asked curiously, and really wanted to see it if possible.

"Miss Alice, that's not a weird shape. In our eyes, you humans are also weird. Why don't you have pointy ears or something..." Shirley covered her lips and whispered.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a misnomer." Alice said awkwardly, thinking that everyone feels differently from different perspectives.

"It's okay..." Shirley paused, and continued, "Miss Alice, if I have the opportunity to go to the Southern United Kingdom, I will entertain you, and you will know when you go to the streets, although we are of different races A united country, but there are mainly only nine major races, and some rare ethnic groups are rare even in our country."

"So many races of different cultures, won't they fight when they get together?" Alice found it difficult to live in peace.

"Our United Kingdom has a parliamentary system, and it's not up to a certain race. Each race has a king, and they will use votes in the parliament to negotiate and resolve issues. Basically, there will be no big differences." Shirley explained patiently. Listen to Alice.

"Well, I thought your United Kingdom was in chaos." Alice said awkwardly.

"It's not messy at all. If you have a chance, you can go to our country to experience it." Shirley said full of expectation.

"Okay." Alice nodded.

After the relaxed atmosphere passed, Shirley began to worry again, "It would be great if I could go out..."

"Don't worry, we can definitely go out." Seeing Shirley mentioning sad things again, Alice couldn't help comforting her.

"Well, thank you Miss Alice, I am already very happy to have someone to talk to me..." Shirley rarely showed a smile.

"You're welcome, you look just like my sister, you always feel that you can't leave it alone..." Alice smiled, looking a little shy.

"But I'm almost 400 years old, not my little sister..." Shirley said timidly.

"Hmm..." Alice's expression froze, cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she wondered why the ages of the other races were getting older!Even though she was so young, she turned out to be an old lady! ?It's really unacceptable!

"You seem to be very happy. Is it a group of the weak to keep warm? Can you let me join, because I am also a weak person."

Joey, wearing a crying mask and holding a bowl in his hand, appeared at the door of the prison at some point, without a trace of breath.

The two girls were startled suddenly, their faces turned pale, as if they had seen a ghost in reality. In the deep and dark dungeon, Joey, who was covered in bandages, looked very strange. In the absence of his brother Zoe, he looked like a ghost. Can also speak normally.

Shirley was trembling all over, and when she saw the bowl in Joey's hand, she immediately knew what she was going to do. She must have something to draw her own blood.

Her eyes widened in horror, her lips fluttered in fright, she couldn't speak, even her breathing became faster, and the scar on her wrist began to ache again.

"You don't seem to welcome me, so forget it." Joey put the bowl in front of the prison door, and said indifferently, "Stretch out your hand."

"No...don't!" Shirley shrank in the corner of the wall with her head in her arms, her face was bloodless, cold sweat and tears were streaming down her face, her panicked hands said, "Please don't hurt me, I will be obedient Yes, stop torturing my body, please have mercy on me..."

"Pity?" Joey tilted his head and asked suspiciously, "What is that? I only see the living and the dead..."

"Woooo..." Shirley's pointed ears drooped, and she began to cry choked up.

"What are you doing? Stop such excessive things!" Alice guarded Shirley, preventing Joey from succeeding.

"It's too much..." Joey muttered to himself, trembling as if broken

"When I cut off the neighbor's child's fingers before, some people scolded me like that."

"But it's not my fault. My brother forced me to do it. If I don't do it, I will be beaten."

"Even though I kept apologizing, why those people refused to forgive me? It's obviously not my fault!"

"Why why why why..."

Alice frowned, looked at the weird Joey, and wondered what was going on with this guy?Why is it like a neuropathy?

"Get away!" Joey stretched his hand into the prison, and easily opened Alice with a wave of his hand.

Now Alice can't use grudges and magic, she is no different from ordinary people, she is like an ant in front of Joy of the holy rank, and has no power to resist.

"Cough!" Alice fell to the ground, feeling pain all over her body, probably injured.

"Miss Alice!?" Shirley looked at Alice in panic.

"Bastard! What are you doing!?" Alice endured the severe pain and asked.

"I'm sorry, I have to do something excessive, or my brother will beat me!" Joey roared sadly, reached out and grabbed Shirley's wrist, and pulled her to the side of the cage.

"No! Please! Please! Let me go!!" Shirley cried so sadly, so sadly, so desperately, tears poured out of her eye sockets like a flood that broke a bank, constantly begging .

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Joey muttered to himself with his head shaking, and roared, "I apologized, why don't you forgive me! My brother asked me to do it! I am not wrong, I want Blame it on brother!"

Joey pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed Shirley's wrist, completely unaware of his expression at this moment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shirley cried out in pain, her delicate body kept struggling, but she couldn't break free from Joey's hand.

The bright red blood ran down Shirley's arm and dripped into the bowl, tick tock...

Alice's teary eyes were full of resentment, and bursts of annoyance and unwillingness.

She silently clenched her fists, thinking humiliatingly

hateful!

I wish I could get stronger.

If I could be like that guy Merlin...

I can fully implement my own justice!

above the temple.

The light of the torch flickered.

The huge ancient magic circle has been prepared for a long time, but the four keys have not yet arrived.

This made Copperfield more anxious, his health was deteriorating, and he needed elf blood more frequently.

Joey came out of the basement with warm elf blood in his hand.

Zooey hurried forward, took the elf blood, and said flatly, "You step back, leave this to me."

"Brother is right." Joey returned to his numb state,

"Humph!"

Zooey snorted coldly, stepped forward alone, and approached the old and crooked figure.

Copperfield, hidden under the black robe, always carries a sense of mystery.

Zooey didn't get too close, she knelt down on one knee at about the same distance, and raised the bowl with her remaining arm.

"Your Majesty, the elf blood is here."

Capperfield turned around and walked slowly in front of Zooey, looking at the bright red blood.

"Zoe, is our great cause about to fail? This feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

"No!" Zoe said loudly, her body trembling slightly, "As long as His Majesty survives, we still have a chance to make a comeback after all! Britain just stole our fruit robbers! This land belongs to our former kingdom forever! We are all willing Believe in you, His Majesty Copperfield, as long as you get the fourth key, you will become the king of the new era!"

"It's true, maybe I'm really old, and my head is getting more and more unconscious..."

Copperfield stretched out his hand like a dry bone, to get the bowl of elf blood.

But at this moment, the calm blood began to ripple regularly, echoing, and the entire hall trembled faintly, as if something was moving here.

Copperfield withdrew his hand, looked outside the hall, and said hoarsely