I really only stop

Opening his shriveled eyes, Oedipus pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and showed a distorted smile to the tightly sealed Patriarch Batley by the bed:

"I'm still alive, so this experiment...is unqualified."

"...Hmph, that was just the most basic version, according to your next answer, it will evolve soon."

Looking at the man in front of her with complicated eyes, Valier suppressed the turmoil in her heart:

"What is the green energy you just used? I saw that it drove the plague out of your body in an instant. The mode of operation of this energy seems to be somewhat similar to that of our deadly enemy, Holy Light, but it is completely different in the place of decision." on the contrary."

"This is the existence called [Spirit Seal]."

As Oedipus' fingers struggled to draw a small green imprint, Valier was surprised to find that the small flowers placed on her table suddenly became bright and full of vitality.

Due to the long-term sealing relationship, even if bacteria that provide nutrients and transform oxygen are placed in the jar, the flower will inevitably wither.

However, this man named Oedipus was able to make the withered flowers bloom again with just such a light stroke? !

"—Don't be surprised, this is also one of your next topics."

Staring at her surprised eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curved—it wasn't the deliberately performed smile before, but a rare heartfelt action:

"Next, I will try to protect myself with the power of the seal, and under this premise, you have to research a way for the plague to quickly break through the defense of the seal and invade my body."

She looked at him in astonishment: "You don't rest?"

"...there's no time left."

Chapter -37 January of 3/50

Time is always so fleeting when it is really needed.In just a blink of an eye, a month has passed quietly.

The battle outside was in full swing, and in the base camp, the two research madmen never really rested.

"—!!!!"

Clinging to the head of the bed like a shrimp, the red and weird Oedipus closed his eyes tightly, his consciousness approaching the verge of laxity.

However, as always, when his life is at stake, the emerald green force of nature will always appear through the patterns he instinctively sketched, gently and dutifully driving the plague out.

"...Unfortunately, he survived again."

Taking off the blood-stained towel from his mouth, Oedipus smiled wryly at Miss Patriarch:

"This plague has made some progress compared to the last one. It is simple and clear to specialize in internal organs, but the accompanying high fever symptoms make people's hands and feet weak, and it is difficult to draw the seal accurately."

"Things in instinct are not so easy to erase. According to the current situation, even if the plague can paralyze your nerves in an instant, that emerald green energy can still protect you spontaneously."

Seeing that Oedipus was comforting herself, Valier shook her head:

"Playing smart won't work. If you want to complete the [Perfect Plague] in your mouth, you must find a way to break through the seal from the front."

"Then let's work harder, this time starting from the premise of [Fayin Protection]."

Oedipus just wanted to continue to outline the familiar pattern, but before he moved his hand, he was held down by the patriarch lady:

"Let's eat first. Every experiment will consume a lot of your energy. If the experimental subject is not in a healthy state, it is impossible to transform the perfect plague."

It was still the cold tone when they first met, but inexplicably, there was something more in those eyes hidden under the lens that they had never had before.

After staring fixedly at the crazy woman who had been accompanying him for a while, Oedipus showed a smile:

"Okay, it's up to you."

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Although the patriarch of the Batley family is impeccable in research ability, he obviously has no talent for cooking.

The taste can only be said to be unsatisfactory, and there is only one thing that can be guaranteed when eating the food she cooks—it does not contain any pathogenic bacteria, and it is cleaner than a brand new petri dish in the sterile room.

"...I always feel that if this continues, I will become a clean freak like you."

Putting a mouthful of rice into his mouth, Oedipus intentionally lightened the heavy emotions in Valeria's heart with light chatter:

"For example, you can't touch even the slightest bit of bacteria, or you will feel suffocated after inhaling a mouthful of outside air——Wei, do you think this is also an invisible [disease]?"

"...Puchi."

Hearing the witty words from Oedipus, Valier couldn't hold back her laugh for a moment, but soon, she returned to her usual expressionless state:

"The Bartley family only studies the plague, regardless of psychological problems."

"Okay, okay, fortunately, I'm open-minded, and I should be fine when I go out for a couple of laps."

Pretending to spread his hands helplessly, Oedipus sighed instead:

"After staying with you for a month, I have run out of things to cover my face. If you don't need a mask to isolate the plague, I really want to grab yours and put it on my head."

The bandage that Oedipus used to replace the mask was soaked in cold sweat as early as the first experiment. Although he wanted to dry it and reuse it, before he could do it, the bandage was slammed by Miss Valeri. Throwing it out the door in disgust.

Yes, disgust.When she squeezed the bandage with two fingers, her expression was really funny.

From this point of view, the patriarch lady with an iceberg appearance may not be as emotionless as the rumors say.

"...Your eyes are very strange."

Sensing the strangeness in the man's eyes keenly, the patriarch lady who took off her mask and revealed her silver-haired gray eyes once again frowned in displeasure:

"I wear a mask because of the needs of my race. If I could, I would also like to face up to the sky and use my skin to sense the breeze from the outside world. And you clearly have this right, why do you always want to cover your face with a mask?"

"People's eyes are always chasing what they don't have. This sentence is really true."

The knife and fork in his hand paused imperceptibly, and Oedipus showed that perfect evasive smile again:

"The story about me is not very exciting. If you want to hear it, I can tell you slowly in the future-just treat it as a [reward], after all, I have nothing else to give you."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, your murmurs when you were infected with the plague are enough for me to piece together the general idea."

After a subtle silence, the patriarch lady took the initiative to call out the man's name, which is extremely rare:

"Oedipus."

"what happened?"

"you……"

The woman as cold as moonlight bit her lips, as if she didn't know whether she should ask such a question.

There was another inexplicable silence. Oedipus could see that Miss Patriarch's brows had never been let go. Obviously, it was not easy for her to ask this question.

In the end, as if punishing herself for not living up to expectations, Valeria took a super hard breath and looked into Oedipus's eyes very seriously:

"You just kept chanting the name of Lord Demon King in a near-comatose state."

"What is the relationship between you...?"

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"—"

Hearing this question, Oedipus' original relaxed expression instantly disappeared.

Noticing the change in the man's expression, the usually calm Miss Patriarch had a rare flash of anxiety on her face:

"—I, I don't necessarily want to gossip about these things. But I think that someone you can keep talking about in such a critical situation... Should be very important to you?"

Sikali and me?what relationship?

In fact, Oedipus was not as angry as Vallier imagined, he was only slightly taken aback by her question.

That's right, what is the relationship between us...?

As a demon king, she is very busy with her work every day, even including the time when we met for the first time, there are only a handful of opportunities for me to communicate with her directly, and there are very few occasions when the two of us are alone.

When it comes to [Devil King and subordinate cadres], the intersection between me and Sikali is far inferior to the serious cadres headed by [Intellect], and if it is talking about other things——

—No, nothing else.

impossible.

This body is just an empty shell that I will not feel sorry for dying at any time, and the only thing that keeps me alive is just an extremely crazy idea.

Whether it's revenge, rebellion, the unwillingness of the defeated, or someone who wants to take a back when dying...these are all extremely dirty thoughts, even if these thoughts are beautified to the extreme, they are not the same as saving the world. A pure white hero has nothing to do with it.

What else can a fly lying on the garbage heap do except look up at the stars in the sky?

Thinking of this, Oedipus habitually made a smile:

"I--"

"Excuse me~ Is Oedipus here? I have something to give him!"

Contrary to the dull atmosphere in this room, the sound of vitality that smelled like the sun suddenly sounded from the sound transmission circle at the door. While interrupting Oedipus's words, it also made his heart ache. Almost stopped for a moment.

This voice is...

Chapter -38 Gift of 3/50

"Master Demon King?!"

Even with the intelligence of the patriarch, she couldn't have expected the visit from the Demon King to be so coincidental. Here they just talked about her, and she went to the door and wanted to come in.

But why?

I heard from other clansmen who are concerned about the war that now is the time when the war between humans and demons is in full swing. As the supreme combat power and leader, the Demon King is not on the front line commanding the war, what is he doing in the base camp behind?

【Is there something you want to give him】?

Suddenly remembering what the Demon King shouted outside the door, Valier subconsciously looked at the silent Oedipus.

Lord Demon King came for him?

There really is some [relationship] between them that I don't know about?

At the moment when she came to this conjecture, for some reason, Valier felt as if a certain part of her heart had been emptied, and even her hands seemed a little weak.

However, her excellent psychological quality and instinctive rational thinking made her not show it on her face.

——Yes, now is not the time to think about these issues.

The too cruel plague experiment would bring unimaginable pain to the experimental subject. In order to avoid the trouble of cleaning up afterwards, Oedipus, as the experimental subject, did not wear too many clothes.Even when he was eating, he was only covered with a thin blanket.

No matter what kind of relationship he has with the Demon King, this imaginative scene must never be seen by the Demon King outside the door.

So, it's time to do something about—

"Get dressed quickly!"

Hastily fetching Oedipus' clothes from the cabinet, the patriarch lady stuffed it into the man's arms:

"...The bottles and cans on the experimental table are easy to explain, but what about the bed? I just finished the experiment and it's a mess on it. If the Lord Demon King sees this scene—"

"...No problem."

"--Eh?"

The slightly hasty action stopped in place because of the man's short words, and the patriarch lady who wanted to cover the bed with a white cloth as a disguise was slightly taken aback:

"……What did you say?"

"I said it's okay, just welcome Sikali in like this-oh yes, before contacting the outside world, you need to pay special attention to the plague, you must first wear a protective mask."

Gently put the protective mask on the stunned Miss Patriarch, facing her astonished eyes under the sealed lens, Oedipus' tone was extremely relaxed and natural:

"It's no problem. If you're ready, I'll open the door."

"—wait a minute! Do you know what you're doing?"

The subconscious grab was empty, and the patriarch lady raised her voice extremely rarely:

"The person outside the door is Lord Demon King! You... want her to see this?"

"...Well, this is good, this is good."

The hand that was about to touch the zipper of the door curtain paused imperceptibly, and Oedipus turned around with an extremely complicated smile on his face:

"I just finally figured out that there are some things that should be made clear to the [participant] as soon as possible."

"...[The sooner the better]."

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"Ding dong~"

Carefully protecting a box in his bosom with one hand, Lord Demon King rang the doorbell in front of him again.