Restarting Life After Forcibly Marrying the Demon King

It seems to be afraid of the word 'bright Holy See'.

Luo Ning frowned and thought for a moment.

"I'm not."

"Huh, huh..."

The old king took a few deep breaths, and quickly stood up again.

"Scared me... I thought you were from the church." He patted his chest to calm himself.

"I thought so too at first," Luo Ning said, "You also look like someone from the Holy See of Light."

"I... How could I have anything to do with them? Hey... It's true that I was approached by the church because of these things." The old king sighed repeatedly.

"whats the matter?"

Luo Ning is not in a hurry to make up a fuss, rather than telling the other party his information first, it is better to listen to the old king's situation first.

Fortunately, the old king didn't have any scheming anymore, and he didn't intend to hide anything.

He shook his head silently, and Luo Ning could see the top of his head that was going to be bald.

The old king held out a finger and pointed to the ceiling.

This is the top of the attic. The white plasterboard is carved with lifelike wings, layered on top of each other, full of three-dimensionality.

"Because I worship angels and have a certain status in the empire. They want to win me over, build churches and provide shelter for them."

"What about after that?" Luo Ning pulled the chair in the corner over and sat down.

It looks like we have to talk for a while.

Laz lay in Luo Ning's arms, leaning his head to look at the bag in Luo Ning's hand.

I always feel that the things in this bag are very familiar... I don't think it looks like Master Rafael's feathers.

Raz grabbed Luo Ning's sleeve and tugged.

She pointed to herself, and then to the cloth bag, her small eyes were full of great doubts.

Luo Ning nodded calmly, then pressed Laz's head, telling her to be good.

"I rejected the church's proposal. After all, there are differences in beliefs between me and them... I don't know what I am in their eyes, but under the difference in beliefs, they are heretics in my eyes."

The old king's tone was deep, and he also grabbed a chair and sat down.

The distance between the two is separated by a beam of light, the clean light is like a golden wall, Luo Ning can see the dust floating in the air through the sunlight.

Although it is not surprising that there are thousands and thousands of beliefs in the human world, some people believe in light, some worship dragons and beasts, or gods in mountains, green waters, and seas. Luo Ning has even heard of believers who worship demons.

But why would anyone believe in angels?

You must know that the angel race is very special. They have faith since birth. They are believers of the God of Light and minions of light.

This is a race born with its own beliefs, but why would anyone believe in them?Or even, people who believe in them think their belief (god of light) is pagan? ?

That's as weird as it sounds.

Luo Ning really couldn't understand the old king's habit.

The two looked at each other like this, one was puzzled and the other was pious.

When the old king's lips parted slightly, Luo Ning knew that if he didn't ask any more questions, he would ask the other party instead.

So he spoke first.

"You... why do you believe in angels?"

"Hmm..." The old king pondered for a moment, "I don't know if this is a kind of belief, but I adore them."

"What's the reason?" Luo Ning asked again.

There must always be a story here. People can't believe in a creature they have never seen before for no reason.

Luo Ning thought to himself.

The old king sighed deeply, and he stretched out his hands to hold the bunch of sunshine.

The light fell on the palm of his hand and reflected in his pupils, as if he was praying devoutly.

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The old king opened his wrinkled lips and spoke slowly.

"The Kingdom of Elan has existed on the mainland for nearly a thousand years, and there are seven generations of kings..."

"The reign of each generation of kings is about 100 years. This is the limit of life that a person can survive after using various magic and potions."

"Well?"

Laz, who was lying in Luo Ning's arms, was not in a daze, she had been listening to the old king from the beginning to the end.

Human beings are discussing the matter of the angel race with the gods. As an angel, Laz must help the gods to analyze and analyze. If the other party has lied, she will definitely be able to judge it.

Raz was a little surprised:

"The Kingdom of Elan has existed for nearly a thousand years, and one generation of kings lasted 100 years...but you are the seventh and last generation of kings, that is to say..."

Raz raised his hands and looked at his ten short fingers.

She cracked her fingers and counted as she cracked them.

Almost exhausted his life's arithmetic ability, he finally calculated the number.

"In other words...you have lived for 300 years!" Raz said in astonishment:

"Impossible, human beings cannot live so long!"

Luo Ning held Raz's head, telling her not to continue talking.

The old king laughed under Raz's innocent expression, and he waved his hands again and again.

"It's true that normal humans can't live for such a long time...but, you know, there is a way to extend the lifespan of humans."

The old king rested his eyes on Luo Ning, and continued:

"Besides the magic and potions I just mentioned can prolong life for a short time, there is another way..."

"Master Luo Ning knows that humans and most races can breed offspring."

When Luo Ning heard this, his eyes gradually narrowed.

He seemed to be able to guess what the old king wanted to say next.

"Humans are combined with any race other than humans, and the offspring produced are called 'sub-humans'."

"But there is a kind of demihuman that hardly ever appears in this world."

"No one dares to try it, because they are the embodiment of holiness, they are loyal to chastity, and more importantly...their reproduction method is very special, and they need to be watered by the holy water of heaven."

"However, in the long history of thousands of times, there are always one or two omissions... The descendants of the angel race and humans: 'sub-angels', angels whose blood has been diluted countless times, maybe it really exists?"

As the old king spoke, he unbuttoned his coat.

The thick gold-rimmed coat slipped off the moment the buttons were unbuttoned.

"Hey!"

Raz's eyes were rounded, and she also felt that the old king's words were a bit unbelievable, and she also wanted to witness this miraculous scene.

But Luo Ning didn't show her, and covered her eyes.

"Um!"

Raz tried to struggle several times, and finally chose to compromise in the hands of Luo Ning.

The old king's body was as thin as dry wood that had lost moisture, and his loose coat fell off quickly.

Under Luo Ning's gaze, the old king turned around slowly.

Luo Ning stared blankly.

He nodded silently, indicating that the old king could put it on.

The old king put on his coat unhurriedly, and sighed again.

"It's called worship, but actually... it can be regarded as a kind of yearning. I yearn for the blue sky, the golden sunshine, and those white wings, and that paradise that I can't set foot on."

The old king's voice was a little old and hollow.

His lifespan of more than 300 years is inconceivable in the eyes of human beings, but compared with angels, he is not even considered a mature body.

But after all, he grew up in the human world, and all his experiences can be respected by humans as an elder.

"I know, I'm not an angel who fell into the world, I'm just...a human being who longs for an angel."

There was some bitterness on the old king's face.

Although he has the blood of an angel, he also yearns for an angel, and he also wants to have a pair of holy wings.

But it is only limited to 'thinking', his obsession has created his belief and worship of angels.

"Lord Luo Ning, the girl you brought with you yesterday...is she an angel?"

Luo Ning's expression was a little shaken by the old king's question.

In the eyes of the old king, such wavering is more like a kind of affirmation.

"Although the body is covered by the clothes, but the beautiful temperament that symbolizes it cannot be covered...Combined with the feathers you showed me today, I can be more boldly sure that what I see is the feathers that hide the wings. Angel."

Luo Ning didn't speak, he just looked down at Laz in his arms.

Raz winked at him.

Maybe the old king never imagined that the angel he had admired all his life was right in front of him.

And the holy angel he adores had his mouth covered in ketchup half an hour ago from eating a tonkatsu burger.

"Lord Luo Ning...?"

Luo Ning was silent for a long time, when the old king saw this, he called him softly.

Luo Ning quickly looked back.

Now it was his turn to answer the old king's questions.

The information between them must be exchanged with each other, and Luo Ning still counted on the old king to arrange for him a powerful magician.

Luo Ning cleared his throat.

He may not be able to play the role of the messenger of heaven.

Assuming this role will lead to more questions. The old Wang Baoqi will continue to ask how is the heaven, how is the angel family, what is the mission of the messenger, and a series of questions.

The price of fabricating a lie is to fabricate more lies to cover it up. Luo Ning didn't want to be so troublesome, so Luo Ning sighed under the watchful eyes of the old king.

"Yes, that's right, there is indeed an angel by my side, I have received the guidance of the angel, and I have a mission... Time is pretty tight."

Luo Ning's words were at least mostly true, and there was no pressure to say them from his mouth.

"I came here to see you, and the situation is very clear. I need a mentor now. The bargaining chip I can give you is this pocket of angel feathers. As for the request you made yesterday to become your exclusive magician , sorry I can’t do it.”

Luo Ning felt that he should stop dwelling on those questions, and he brought the topic back on track.

But the old king was still a little reluctant.

He lived for so long and waited for so long, and finally got some information about angels when he was very old.

"Of course I dare not delay your affairs, and I will not ask you to be my exclusive mage..."

"These tasks you do are for the angels, right?"

The old king's voice was very soft.

However, due to the aging of the vocal cords, his voice is particularly heavy.

"Yes." Luo Ning nodded solemnly.

Presumably he still had a mission to rescue Rafael from the cage, so Luo Ning did not lie about this matter.

The old king was indeed a devout believer, and Luo Ning instinctively did not deceive him.

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