Chapter 227
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Chapter 227: You Are Really Amazing
The chance of running into Orion today seems a bit too high.
Lin Lin was busy with her own things. Since Your Majesty the Demon King is still in confinement, it was very quiet around, making Orion’s silence feel very awkward.
When the two met, green flames flickered from the tall knight’s helmet, a sign of his changing emotions.
Was he anxious or nervous? Lin Lin wondered.
Orion is one of the few straightforward and earnest people in the Demon King Castle, which makes it very clear when he has something on his mind.
On their fourth meeting, Lin Lin calmly looked at Orion and asked, "Is there something you need from me?"
The tall Death Knight took a step back, hesitated for a moment, and a buzzing voice came from his helmet, "Good afternoon, Miss Lin."
Although it was called afternoon, it was actually already evening; for the undead, the meaning of time often becomes blurry.
Miss Lin. Mr. Orion always prefers to call Lin Lin that.
In his eyes, Lin Lin is a very distinguished lady.
Unlike the tradition of honoring Dark Elf women, Orion’s thoughts are trapped by the old human beliefs. Lin Lin is a young lady with knowledge, so she deserves respect.
This also makes Orion always hold back his behavior in front of Lin Lin; he does not want to appear rude or foolish.
Holding files in her arms, Lin Lin stands straight. Today, she is wearing pants, with her long hair tied up, looking sharp and neat as she gazes at Orion with trust.
Orion begins to regret his proposal at the long table meeting; he had only said he would ask Lin Lin to make the meeting end sooner.
"I have nothing to discuss with you, miss," Orion lied.
He would rather face Allen’s accusations than have Miss Lin Lin discover that he was secretly passing messages.
Lin Lin is unaware of Orion’s complicated feelings; she has her own plans.
"Do you have time now?" Lin Lin asked, her human eyes shining as she is not worried at all about being rejected by Orion, "Could you come to my office?"
Orion’s flame paused for a moment, then he replied, "Alright, Miss."
The Death Knight began to worry whether Lin Lin had discovered the long table meeting.
Following Lin Lin into the office, she had obviously tidied it up yesterday, with a small pot of freshly sprouted green plants on the desk.
It was impossible to see the Death Knight’s gaze from the helmet, but the angle of the helmet could help people understand what the Death Knight was focusing on.
If Norman were here, he could help Lin Lin identify the Death Knight’s weaknesses and how to quickly subdue them. Of course, this referred to ordinary undead.
In most cases, Death Knights are not as… whole as Orion. There is always something torn, whether it be the soul or the body.
"It was transplanted from the garden," Lin Lin mentioned casually, "I’m not sure if these are your flowers."
Orion’s grave is very close to the garden, and he loves to take care of the flowers. Many of the blooms are seeds carried by the wind, or planted out of interest by the Demon King or Lin Lin, and in the end, the responsibility mostly falls on Orion.
Like the Demon King, Orion cannot go out, and he cannot command others to bring him anything; everything he receives is a stroke of luck for him.
"Those are not my flowers," Orion said.
Because there were no flowers that belonged to him here, Orion calmly accepted this fact.
He did not feel any sense of loss; even when he was alive, he did not have many things that were truly his.
"So what kind of flowers do you like?" Lin Lin asked, "Red ones, white ones, or ones with more petals? I will bring you some next time I go out."
Lin Lin felt that Orion really liked these.
Orion gently shook his head to show that he did not need any.
"Alright," Lin Lin shrugged, a little disappointed, "I want to ask you what Your Majesty the Demon King has been doing while I was away."
Ah. The Death Knight quietly lowered his head. He had become a double agent.
Because he was an honest person, everyone expected him to speak about the actual situation.
"He looks very busy, but he is not working hard, and he unusually gathered many ancient books." Orion quickly chose his side.
"Well, it really is like that," Lin Lin took a rabbit toy from the table, then pulled out a note from inside the toy right in front of Orion. "This should also be his doing."
Why does it look so much like a cursed doll? Orion silently took the note and saw the words "Long Live."
Long live, indeed. It could even be older than Safir.
Orion fell silent again.
The criminal is so obvious that it is hard to say you don’t know. Only Your Majesty the Demon King would do something so obviously insane, and what’s scarier is that he can actually do it.
As a Death Knight, Orion subtly sensed that this note truly had a curse’s power, and he had to look up at Lin Lin, "This seems to have some effect."
If Your Majesty the Demon King had spent half of his intelligence on managing the demon realm, it wouldn’t look so backward now.
Lin Lin seemed to find this toy funny; she held the note and rubbed her forehead for a long time.
Suddenly, the human woman asked Orion a question, "What is death like?"
Unlike ordinary humans and also different from the long-lived beings, Orion, who became a Death Knight, is rare and can discuss this topic with Lin Lin.
Orion’s memory is not very complete, "Death is instant."
Lin Lin looked confused; she could not yet imagine such a scene.
"But," Orion began, a muffled voice coming from the knight’s helmet, "sometimes I feel that becoming undead might be a good outcome."
"Those long-lived beings have a lot of time, but their growth in certain areas is very slow," Orion said.
"Sometimes I look forward to what they will be like in the future; it is the joy of my continued life."
…
"In exchange, Miss Lin, could you answer me a question?" Orion felt he had given so much and should be able to get an answer in return.
"What?" Lin Lin asked.
"Did you have a teacher while you were away?" Orion thought for a moment, then replied honestly, "Allen said he thinks you have a very respected teacher."
"Yes," Lin Lin admitted freely.
She didn’t tell Allen because that guy was really difficult and had strange ideas, but Orion didn’t have that worry because Orion was a good person.
"I respect that teacher very much," Lin Lin said, "but I probably won’t see them again."
Oh, they’re dead, Orion thought.
No one can compare to a dead person.
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"Lin!"
When Lin Lin opened the door, Your Majesty the Demon King’s eyes instantly brightened while lying on the table.
Ah… that puppy-like look in his eyes.
Even though she knew he was doing it on purpose, it was really hard to keep a cold attitude.
Moreover, Lin Lin had previously remarked that Your Majesty the Demon King really thought he was wrong, to not even sneakily open the door but to work honestly instead.
When she discovered that stuffed toy, Lin Lin realized that the Demon King truly felt guilty.
Lin Lin hid her hands behind her back, as if she was going to take something out from behind.
The Demon King’s gaze immediately turned tense and dim, but that hand brought out nothing; instead, it reached out to gently rub the top of Your Majesty the Demon King’s head, and his violet eyes instantly brightened again.
When Lin Lin reached out, she did not actually need to touch the top of the Demon King’s head; the young man would squint and rub his fluffy head against the palm of Lin Lin’s hand.
From a certain perspective, Orion’s idea that "the growth of the long-lived species is quite slow in some ways" is really very correct.
Lin Lin sighed and confirmed once again that she needed to think differently when dealing with Your Majesty the Demon King, since understanding men’s psychology relates to understanding children’s psychology.
Lin Lin’s gaze moved to the documents on the table, and a look of undeniable anticipation fell upon her.
Lin Lin: …
"Oh my goodness," Lin Lin said, "you managed to complete so much work in one day! You are amazing!"
The Demon King nodded eagerly, his face showing a "please keep praising me" expression.
Lin Lin patted his cheek, "You are truly outstanding. I have always known how great you are, but you can be a bit lazy sometimes. If you worked this hard all the time, you would be the perfect Demon King! I can hardly imagine where else I could find such a strong and smart Demon King!"
His purple eyes sparkled even brighter, and Lin Lin bet that if the Demon King had a tail right now, it would be swirling so fast it could carry him around the Demon King Castle.
Lin Lin had originally come to check on the Demon King’s progress at work.
It looked like this week would be enough to catch up on the work that was falling behind. That was a very good thing.
"I will finish all my work tomorrow!" His Majesty the Demon King declared with great ambition.
That’s not necessary! That’s not necessary!
Lin Lin has now begun to master the essence, feeling better and better, "It’s okay, you can take a rest early today. After all, while work is important, your health is even more important."
His Majesty the Demon King had never heard such sweet words and felt all soft inside, "I will work hard."
Very good, Lin Lin, you are now a cunning woman who can play with people’s hearts. Lin Lin praised herself fiercely in her heart.
She casually took out what she had been hiding behind her back. The earlier act to scare the Demon King was real; she really had something for him.
"This is a photo from outside; you have definitely never seen it before." Lin Lin handed him the photo.
Of course, Lin Lin took some non-sensitive pictures. The sanctuary’s buildings were quite clear and beautiful, with symmetrical designs, completely different from the style of the Demon King Castle.
Even if we don’t talk about the buildings, the flower beds and lakes are very beautiful. The sunlight sparkled on the water like it was sprinkled with gold dust.
The only thing flowing inside the Demon King Castle is lava. Lin Lin thinks that Your Majesty the Demon King should appreciate these true beauties too, instead of following Safir further into the Gothic style.
Safir dresses himself quite grandly; the lamb’s wool collar cloak has been around for at least a hundred years.
Teacher Safir, a truly ordinary child, should not be ordinary themselves.
The Demon King can carry an extravagant fur collar cloak not only because of his handsome face but also due to his refined air, which clearly shows he comes from wealth.
Lin Lin placed a photo of the sanctuary in front of the Demon King.
The Demon King rarely showed a look of disinterest.
Lin Lin asked curiously, "Aren’t you curious about where this is?"
The Demon King firmly shook his head, "It doesn’t feel like a lucky place."
What gives you the right to say the sanctuary is unlucky! Do you even know what you’re talking about?
Although Your Majesty the Demon King was not curious at all, Lin Lin still held his head and firmly told him, "It is a sanctuary."
The young man did not show too much surprise, probably because he had already guessed it.
Tsk, a little disappointed.
Although Lin Lin thought the Demon King was too loud when he was startled, sometimes he was actually just teasing him.
"The sanctuary is a very beautiful place," Lin Lin decided to correct the Demon King’s taste, at least to make it a bit more diverse.
"Not beautiful!" the Demon King declared firmly.
This was one of the rare times he directly denied Lin Lin.
Lin Lin blinked and took a few seconds to respond.
The young man puffed out his chest and looked into Lin Lin’s eyes, who was lowering his head.
"That place is not beautiful, this place is beautiful," said the demon race.
Lin Lin subtly understood the meaning; the sanctuary was almost a place that would keep Lin Lin for the Demon King.
He did not like it.
Lin Lin was clearly in deep thought and did not respond to the Demon King about this sentence.
The young man showed an anxious expression.
A cool hand touched her cheek, forcing her gaze to meet the young man’s once again.
The man’s slightly curled fingertips touched the tip of Lin Lin’s ear and the soft skin behind it.
He did not press hard, but the feeling was too noticeable.
How strange, Lin Lin thought.
She looked into the pair of violet eyes.
Usually, she was the one who touched his face.
