Chapter 217
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Chapter 217: You Should Go Rest, Teacher
Oh no! It’s a new barrier!
Lin Lin was in a dark and small space; beneath her was something soft, but all around was hard, cold darkness.
"How could this happen!" Lin Lin said in shock, "I thought I had escaped!"
As she anxiously pushed against her surroundings, trying to see what was wrong, a beam of light seeped in from above.
The wooden board above her head was moved aside, and Lin Lin heard a familiar and mean voice, "That’s great; it seems this trip hasn’t affected your brain at all, you’re still so foolish…"
"Teacher Safir!" Lin Lin sat up from the coffin, raising her arms to embrace the Sapphire Dragon.
The Sapphire Dragon frowned slightly as the warm-breathed human woman wrapped her arms around his neck.
The heat of humans is too much. It makes Sapphire Dragon, who is used to the cave, feel very uncomfortable.
"Teacher Safir! It’s so wonderful to see you!" Lin Lin felt so happy to see everyone at Demon King Castle again after being trapped in that space with only Demon King.
Yes, the person she wants to see includes Teacher Safir. Even though when the Demon King said, "Bringing Safir into the virtual space is just self-torture," Lin Lin politely showed some support, she still believes Teacher Safir is very important to Demon King Castle.
The cold breath of the dragon race truly helps to calm her down. When Lin Lin smelled that cool gem-like scent, her arms around Safir’s neck paused for a moment.
Fortunately, Teacher Safir did not notice Lin Lin’s pause. The Sapphire Dragon awkwardly patted the back of the person in his arms and said, "That’s enough."
This word has more of a warning meaning compared to comfort.
He told Lin Lin that this is the most he can tolerate and advised her to stop while she was ahead.
Compared to how he acted when dealing with Your Majesty the Demon King, this was quite mild and even offered some symbolic comfort.
Lin Lin stole a glance at Safir. He frowned tightly but did not say any hurtful words. Lin Lin guessed he was being patient.
Lin Lin adjusted the edge of the coffin, trying to roll out of it, when suddenly she realized what she had thought was a soft cushion was something else.
Lin Lin’s eyes widened as she saw one of her legs resting on the chest of the young Demon King.
Ah! Could it be that I have internal injuries already?
It seems I just kicked with all my strength!
Safir grabbed Lin Lin by the back of her collar and pulled her out of the coffin. "He won’t die."
Teacher Safir clearly misunderstood Lin Lin’s stiff expression.
Lin Lin’s feet hit the ground, and she brushed the dust off her knees.
"Huh?" Lin Lin looked up and finally saw that outside the circle of the coffin, a faint black mist was filling the air, and this mist was fading. "Did it work?"
"At the moment the circle activated, we did receive the power of the Demon King’s sacrifice," Safir said, glancing at the coffin with his sapphire-like eyes, indicating the still sleeping boy, "but it wasn’t his."
It belongs to the adult Demon King, Lin Lin thought.
He saved himself.
It was truly strange; two hundred years ago, Your Majesty the Demon King did not know who saved him. He only knew he was going to die. Two hundred years later, Your Majesty the Demon King still did not know how he succeeded in the past, but when he reaches that moment, perhaps he will suddenly realize— "I saved myself."
The Demon King’s power is weakening, Lin Lin can sense it from the contract on her neck.
She even felt a little dizzy from the loss of power.
"You don’t look well," Safir said as he reached out to support Lin Lin.
Lin Lin realized that Safir was the one who was not feeling well. Although he still appeared reserved and proud, in the past, if he could use his magic, Safir would not have offered to help Lin Lin or touch her.
Most of the touches between them were initiated by Lin Lin.
Lin Lin remembered that to activate this magic circle, the Dragon race had wrapped the entire demon realm in a spell, which was a tremendous cost.
"You should go take a rest, teacher," Lin Lin said to Safir.
He had actually fallen to the point of being taught to rest by Lin Lin, and Lin Lin expected to see Sapphire Dragon’s brows furrowed.
"I am very aware of my own physical condition," Sapphire Dragon spoke, his eyes slowly opening and closing, the sapphire-like pupils shimmering with a lazy, luxurious glow against his deep blue hair.
Safir waved a hand in the air, and a creature knocked on the dungeon’s big door, lifting the sleeping demon race boy out from the dungeon.
When only the two of them were left in the dungeon, Safir couldn’t wait to step forward; his long legs moved quickly, and unlike the cunning Dark Elf, dragons never hid their footsteps.
When Safir and Felix appeared at the same time, only one person’s footsteps could be heard.
Felix once pinched his nose and complained about Safir, "His arrogance is like a high-status cat that doesn’t need to bury its poop."
This was a pointed comment, but after the Dark Elf said this, Lin Lin found it easier to understand their racial traits.
The footsteps stopped, and Safir turned around; his face still looked bad, as if he didn’t know why Lin Lin was not following, "What are you daydreaming about?"
"Oh, I was wondering if dragons need to bury their poop." Lin Lin bet that if she said this in front of Safir, she would definitely not see the sun tomorrow.
"Lord Safir," Lin Lin spoke.
The Dragon stood about two meters away from Lin Lin, frowning. Usually, Lin Lin called him Teacher Safir, and in this Demon King Castle, wasn’t Lin Lin, as the Demon King, the most important? Why did she call him "Lord"?
Lin Lin felt the Demon King’s mark on her neck still burning, and her head spun again.
The Sapphire Dragon frowned even more when he saw her pale face.
"Lord Safir, I need to go back to the right time," Lin Lin said, "my time travel is over."
After she finished speaking, the Sapphire Dragon was quiet for a moment.
His expression did not change; his blue eyes continued to look at Lin Lin calmly.
"Is that so? This is indeed a good time; otherwise, that Demon race would have made a big fuss and wouldn’t let you leave," Safir said.
Although Lin Lin has traveled through time many times, she is still not good at saying goodbye to others because she always leaves suddenly.
Lin Lin crossed her fingers and hesitated before speaking, "But it’s okay, we will meet again in two hundred years. Two hundred years must be a very short time for the Dragon race, right?"
"Don’t make that silly face," the Sapphire Dragon said, crossing his arms. He was a bit taller and stronger than the Demon King, but not much. Lin Lin guessed it was because His Majesty the Demon King’s long curly hair and fluffy collar made him look a bit bigger.
"Do you think I want to hold you back with tearful goodbyes? No, I won’t expect to see you again," Safir said, his blue earring swaying on one side.
Oh, I almost forgot, this dragon is a pessimist; he always prepares for the worst.
Lin Lin sighed; Teacher Safir’s sharp words seemed to come from every corner.
"And," the Sapphire Dragon began.
Lin Lin looked at him again and noticed the shining eyes of the Sapphire Dragon in the dim light.
"Dragons do not have their own clocks."
Dragons, like humans, measure time in seconds.
Two hundred years is 6.3 billion seconds.
Dragons also have to wait this long.
–
Obviously, a journey with professionals is more reassuring than a passive crossing.
"You say this crossing won’t make people dizzy or feel sick, you promise," Lin Lin forced Twanasha.
"I cannot promise," Twanasha replied.
Damn Fallen Angel for his honesty; where did he fall from? He is as upright as a metal plate.
"My appearance before you already means I have fallen," Twanasha explained to her.
"Don’t peek into my thoughts!" Lin Lin shouted.
The Fallen Angel looked at Lin Lin for a moment, unsure whether to say this wasn’t "peeking" but rather "looking openly," or to tell her that if he really could close others’ thoughts, he wouldn’t have snuck away to the Demon King Castle.
In the end, Twanasha kept his mouth closed, knowing it was the best choice.
Anyway, Lin Lin’s orders had no effect on him.
Twanasha took out his magic wand. Unlike the wizards on the ground, the angel’s magic wand did not need a magic gem to boost its power. The tip of the wand glimmered with golden lines, and Twanasha gracefully drew a vertical circle in the air with it, sending soft golden ripples spreading out like water.
"What do I need to do?" Lin Lin asked. "There must be a specific way to enter, right? Like carrying one of your feathers?"
Twanasha, with his light golden eyes, looked at Lin Lin, "No need. You always want to pluck my feathers."
Lin Lin was someone who felt guilty when she had a bad thought. Sure enough, after Twanasha accused her, she completely forgot her earlier grudge about "not peeking into others’ thoughts" and started to argue back.
"I didn’t! It’s just that your feathers look so big, perfect for making a quill," Lin Lin paused, then said, "and I don’t ‘always want’ to."
Before, she had secretly picked up the feather that Twanasha dropped.
Fallen Angel sighed softly; he opened his palm upward, and one of the feathers from his six wings bent down and hung in front of Twanasha. Twanasha pulled out a longer feather from the thick fluff.
The gray feather turned into a light golden color the moment Twanasha pulled it out.
Lin Lin took the feather in her hands; it was lighter than a regular feather and felt warm like body heat.
The wings returned to their place, and Fallen Angel shook the feathers, making the wings fluffy and soft again. Lin Lin began to think about what it was like when Twanasha turned into a bird and used his beak to groom his feathers. Was the bird’s beak really his own mouth?
"Lin Lin," Twanasha spoke.
"Okay, okay, I couldn’t help it," Lin Lin quickly apologized and forced herself to let go of all the thoughts in her mind.
She received a golden feather and then entered the passage that would bring her back to two hundred years later.
…
"Ugh… You said you wouldn’t feel like throwing up."
"I never said that," Twanasha replied, "but I suggest you try to hold on a little longer."
Huh? Lin Lin stopped gagging and straightened up, realizing that this place seemed special.
An empty space with only golden particles floating in the air.
Honestly, it looked a little familiar.
Lin Lin opened her palm, and two golden particles floated down like snowflakes, landing perfectly in her hand.
These particles had a slight warmth, like touching a cup of warm water through the tea cup.
Lin Lin blinked, watching one particle use its larger size to push the other one out of her palm.
Lin Lin: …
This scene feels more familiar; the little demon creatures in the Demon King Castle, which are only the size of a fist, did the same thing. It is a quite obvious "trick."
Lin Lin’s response was very similar; she turned her palm down, preventing the remaining particle from landing in her hand.
What is all this? Lin Lin felt a bit curious.
"They are our kin," Twanasha said.
Lin Lin’s eyes widened, "You mean… are they also angels?"
"They will be in the future," Twanasha replied, "The listening-type angels are fine, but the fighting-type angels are all expendable; they are used to eliminate the corrupted monsters left by the God of Darkness. Do you understand what expendable means?"
"Please don’t ask me if I understand human terms," Lin Lin retorted.
Lin Lin hurried a couple of steps and walked shoulder to shoulder with Twanasha, "Why did you bring me here? I want to go back to the Demon King Castle!"
For the love of heaven and earth, she just promised Your Majesty the Demon King that she would return to find him, and if she didn’t go back, that sheep would go crazy.
Lin Lin was very sure.
"I thought you had at least three months of work time?" Twanasha asked.
Ah, that damned promise.
Now it is time to let the honest and kind light-type camp know how the shameless Dark Camp loves to break promises!
"I do not…" Lin Lin said with great passion.
"And you are also very troubled to always be forced to travel, right?" Twanasha said, "Only a god can help you with this kind of thing, and the God of Darkness is already dead, so your options are quite limited."
Yes, that’s true!
Lin Lin’s grand aura deflated as she asked Twanasha, "Does it really have to be the God of Light who can help me? Can’t you help me? Aren’t angels also a part of the divine? And you can open a space-time tunnel."
Twanasha stopped in his tracks, beginning to regret telling Lin Lin too much.
These things were not really secrets. Of course, when we say they are not secrets, it means no angels are specially hiding them, but the truth is, humans do not know either.
Because no angels chat with humans at all. Even the Battle Angels, who are allowed to act with humans, only start necessary conversations.
This was the second time Twanasha felt he had messed up something important, besides hiding in the Demon King Castle.
He really disliked trouble, but by trying to avoid it, trouble kept rushing toward him.
"What? Can you do it too?" The real trouble was right in front of him, trying to get his information.
"I can’t," Twanasha quickly replied.
Lin Lin looked disappointed, then she hesitated, "I heard the Holy Maiden connects the divine realm and the real world. The God of Light wouldn’t come out through my body, would He?"
"No," Twanasha answered, "Gods cannot directly touch this world or humans. Even the great Bishop can only hear a few words from the gods."
"Oh," Lin Lin showed an even more disappointed expression, "Is my mission to crack Morse code? To tell the great Bishop that the flag signal from the god means ‘me’?"
Twanasha suddenly looked down.
Lin Lin was startled by his action; she thought she had said something disrespectful to the gods, and immediately closed her mouth.
The two looked at each other.
Twanasha said, "I can’t find the door. I remember the door was right here."
Oh, I understand, Lin Lin thought.
Even though she knew Twanasha could see her feelings, she couldn’t help but complain.
It was like a college student who had been away for half a year, coming home for summer break, standing on the old grassland, not realizing that his parents had already moved with the cows and sheep, unable to find the yurt.
