Chapter 213
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Chapter 213: You Better Make Him a Little Happier
"It is the God of Light who has sent the message."
When Twanasha said this, Lin Lin’s mind immediately became alert.
She did send a signal for help to the God of Light, but… she never thought it would work.
Furthermore, Lin Lin remembered very clearly that she had promised the God of Light to work for three months without pay.
How could this happen! It felt like sending a message in a bottle that really reached the other person’s hands.
In any case, it is very good to have someone come to help.
"First, get me out of here!" Lin Lin said, "while he hasn’t come back yet."
Lin Lin tapped the cave entrance; it felt like there was a clear glass wall, and she couldn’t leave.
Twanasha’s gaze shifted from Lin Lin to the cave entrance, and the young man shook his head, "He has set up complicated layers of locks that are hard to open with my strength."
Oh, he is not a Battle Angel, but a Customer Service Angel, Lin Lin showed a disappointed expression.
"Although the ‘door’ is too strong to open, the ‘wall’ can be opened." The young man had long eyelashes and light golden eyes. Raindrops fell on him, sliding off the surface of his feathers and dropping to the ground. "But if you break down the cave, that demon race will surely discover it and take you back through the God of Light’s time passage to the right timeline. Are you ready?"
"The right timeline?" Lin Lin confirmed with him, "Is it in two hundred years?"
Twanasha nodded.
"Um," Lin Lin stared at him for a long time, unable to tell the difference in the Fallen Angel who looked unchanged in two hundred years, "So, may I ask, are you the angel from two hundred years ago, or the angel from two hundred years later?"
Twanasha kindly told her, "For you, it should be two hundred years ago. However, angels are like the hems of gods’ garments. Though their power is not as strong as the fragments of gods, they have a different way of measuring time in this world."
"Like what?" Lin Lin asked curiously.
Twanasha sighed lightly. He rarely had the chance to speak so openly and equally with humans, and he was not inclined to do these troublesome things. But for some reason, Lin Lin always seemed to have a great curiosity about him.
The Fallen Angel vaguely sensed that the human woman might be testing his limits.
The young man pointed to his forehead, "Maybe you should ask that Your Majesty the Demon King. The power of the fragments is greater, and their effect on him will be more obvious. Sometimes, pieces of memories from other parallel universes can sneak into his mind, but it happens randomly."
"These memories should not exist in this world; they are mistakes born from the mismatch between the divine and this world."
After Lin Lin showed a look of confusion, Twanasha explained it to her more clearly.
"The moment I met you, the me from two hundred years ago met you, and the me from two hundred years in the future met you… and I have a chance to know you in every parallel universe scattered around."
This was completely unimaginable for Lin Lin.
"From now on, every time we meet is a reunion."
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"Great! This is exactly what I wanted to eat!" Lin Lin opened the lunch box and saw the pepper steak inside.
"Really…?" Your Majesty the Demon King showed a doubtful expression; he seemed to not believe he had such good luck.
The warm steak in her mouth made Lin Lin feel even happier.
"Your Majesty the Demon King," two violet eyes fixed on Lin Lin. After confirming she was indeed in a good mood, a smile appeared, "Actually, everything is alright, because I know you very well!"
He became more confident.
The young man eagerly wanted to share with Lin Lin that the forest in this space was getting bigger and bigger. After some time, they could create mountains and lakes on the outskirts.
He truly had a talent for creating magic, as these dark forces seemed to be in his control like his own hands.
Sharing in his happiness, Lin Lin suddenly brought up a topic.
"Do you know about the future?" Lin Lin asked.
The young man’s cheerful expression paused, revealing a look of confusion, "The future? How would I know?"
"Well," Lin Lin explained, "because the fragments of the gods in that office read a lot of information from other fragments. I thought it was like an information hub where many things could be known."
"If we could know in advance what the right thing to do is, it would be much easier," Lin Lin added.
"It’s very limited, and the information is messy and incomplete," the young man waved his hand. "For example, this time, the younger me was in a coma, and I don’t know how it was successful two hundred years ago. Even if we take a step back, even if we really could read those fragments, we wouldn’t know the thoughts at that time; we would only see the moments like watching a TV show."
Your Majesty the Demon King gave Lin Lin an example, "For instance, if I say to you that we need to turn in our homework, the me who reads this scene wouldn’t know what day I asked you, what the homework was about, or if I finished it."
Well, after all, it’s just a fragment left behind by mistake in the river of time, so we really can’t have too high hopes.
Lin Lin finished her steak and placed the knife and fork back in their spots.
"But sometimes there are such situations," the young man smiled at Lin Lin. "After reading some fragments ahead of time, when you really say that sentence to me, I will suddenly realize, ‘So this is what happened on that day.’"
Lin Lin looked up and saw the young man surrounded by little pink flowers, with a brilliant smile, "It’s very happy to know the fragments in advance, it’s also very happy while waiting, and when that day comes, it’s double happiness."
"It was just an ordinary day," Lin Lin recalled, thinking that what she shared with him were all everyday things. She herself wasn’t someone good at creating emotional scenes.
"It wasn’t ordinary," the young man replied, "it was a happy day."
He really is an optimist.
Lin Lin looked at the young man and then gently turned her gaze away.
Or perhaps because she is an optimist, she sometimes seems more pitiful.
…
The Demon King did not always keep Lin Lin trapped in the cave; he often enjoyed talking to her about the forests, mountains, and lakes.
He was trying to impress her, sharing his experiences and telling Lin Lin that this is a beautiful place where one can live for a long time.
The princess, who had been trapped in the tower for many years, knew very little about the outside world, even about the demon realm connected to him. He knew the mountains but did not know the beauty of looking down from them; he knew the lakes but did not know about the white deer drinking water by the lakeside.
The Demon King often brought Lin Lin to stand on the balcony of his office, where they could see many beautiful sights.
This was the scene he was most familiar with, making it the most breathtaking.
The sweet and rich scent of honey filled the air.
Lin Lin took a sip of sweet fruit tea, and the young man lying on the chair beside her looked as limp as a puddle of mud.
"I have no job… How wonderful," the young man said.
Lin Lin sneered to herself; she still had hardworking Caligo to help her with the tasks, and Safir would definitely not clean up Demon King’s mess.
"Soon, you will understand that time travel is not as fun as it seems," Lin Lin thought to herself.
Twanasha told Lin Lin that hiding from the owner of this space and returning to the real world is quite difficult.
He came alone, which was manageable, while Lin Lin was someone that the demon race paid special attention to, making it easy for her to be discovered while trying to escape.
"You better make him a bit happier and a little slower," Twanasha suggested.
This might be a challenge for others, but for Lin Lin, it was simple; after all, the two of them, like two lazy fish, were best at amusing themselves.
A tall tower of cards stood high, and the two were each taking a card to see who would make the tower fall first.
Normally, Lin Lin had a higher chance of winning, while the demon race was stronger and not good at these challenging moves.
In comparison, Lin Lin’s fingers were thinner and more skillful.
Another card was carefully drawn out by Lin Lin.
The young man sitting across the table stared cautiously for a long time, trembling as he held a card. He successfully pulled it out!
They thought the crisis had been averted, and now the challenge was thrown back to the other person!
Violet eyes looked up, gazing at Lin Lin.
Lin Lin gently tapped her cheek with her finger; she had just been looking at the starry sky outside the balcony, and her gaze returned to the card tower.
Thanks to magic, these card towers did not need to be built by hand, so they could be stacked very high, making it quite challenging.
The two people sitting across from each other could only see fragments of each other’s faces through the gaps in the towering cards.
The purple eyes stared straight at Lin Lin through the triangular gap.
In contrast to Your Majesty the Demon King, who leaned forward in tense moments with a concentrated gaze and an attacking style, Lin Lin was the type who could remain lighthearted even at crucial times.
She didn’t have a strong desire to win; even when she took these games seriously, she always seemed a bit relaxed.
This time was especially true.
After a brief moment of focus, Lin Lin pulled a card from the edge of the tall tower.
The tower of cards standing between the two wobbled precariously.
Your Majesty the Demon King liked things that were beautifully colorful and extravagant, and these cards were no exception. The tall tower of cards finally collapsed, and the magic clinging to the cards had not yet faded, causing the brightly colored cards to flutter in the air like butterflies.
The Demon King won.
Lin Lin noticed his excitement.
In these little games, Lin Lin had more experience, and she never thought of going easy on her opponent, resulting in the Demon King’s successful attempts being very few.
Lin Lin saw the other person’s pupils slightly widen with excitement.
The demon race is a group ruled by desire, and even small victories bring them genuine joy.
He defeated her in an area where she was skilled.
Lin Lin had long noticed that, just like the young Demon King would try to pounce on her arms, wrapping his tail around her wrist and nibbling her fingers, the adult Demon King also eagerly sought that feeling of victory, although most of the time he acted with the laziness of a top predator.
Tigers and lions only need two hours each day for hunting; the rest of the time is spent sleeping and resting.
"You lost," the young man said.
Thank you very much for telling me, as if I didn’t know.
Just as Lin Lin was about to make a remark, she suddenly realized that her right hand was held tightly in the other person’s palm.
The Demon King lowered his head.
Lin Lin hesitated for a moment, and her finger felt a slight sting.
The demon’s canine teeth were very sharp; he was no longer the one who could bite without leaving any marks, and just a light bite made her feel a slight sting like a needle.
"We never said there would be this punishment for losing the game!" Lin Lin pushed the furry head with her other hand.
Lin Lin’s action worked; the young man was forced to lift his face, but his sudden excitement did not fade away, and his pale face turned rosy.
After Lin Lin pushed him away, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, just like in their childhood.
The difference in strength was too great; the young man didn’t need to use much energy, and Lin Lin had to lower her shoulder to get closer to him.
The young man lifted his face and nibbled a small piece of bone at the side of her jaw.
Compared to his cold skin, the temperature in the demon’s mouth felt almost scalding.
