Chapter 235
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Chapter 235: This..
Humans are a species that finds it very hard just to live.
Most of the time, humans have to work very hard to live a peaceful life.
Unlike many creatures, humans cannot comfortably live in caves when they are born, nor can they go out to hunt and swallow fresh meat.
This makes humans’ awareness of trouble stronger than that of other races.
There is worry about death and also worry about living too long.
This is something completely incomprehensible to the long-lived beings, as they inherently know they have a long time to live. In fact, some of the bitterness that comes with time in the lives of long-lived beings is brought by short-lived beings like Lin Lin.
In the end, Lin Lin sat down with Orion.
The Death Knight does not have a separate room in the Demon King Castle; his "territory" is his grave.
Although it seems a bit strange, Lin Lin really did sit on the chair that Orion had moved next to his grave, holding a floral tea he had given her.
While waiting for the tea to brew, Lin Lin skillfully made a flower crown for Orion, placing it on his grave.
"Death is just a moment," Orion’s memories are not complete, but his thoughts indeed help Lin Lin see from a different perspective, "Being brought back to life is also just a moment."
Orion followed because of the overflowing magic power from Your Majesty the Demon King; for this reason, Orion firmly believes that Your Majesty the Demon King is a great Demon King with wonderful virtues because he brings "life" instead of "destruction."
Orion’s flower tea is grown by himself, with a fresh fragrance, and some of the seeds were brought to him by Lin Lin.
"When you first learned you had become a Death Knight," Lin Lin asked, "how did you feel? That means endless life."
In a way, as long as the Demon King Castle stands and Orion’s tomb is not destroyed, he might even be more eternal than the Demon King, the creator.
Before this, Orion was just an ordinary human Paladin, and he hadn’t earned any medals.
"I’m not as smart as you," Orion’s buzzing voice came from the helmet. For some reason, Lin Lin felt a hint of humor in his words, "I spent a long time realizing that an eternal life isn’t always a good thing."
"But," the Death Knight said, "that’s not entirely a bad thing either."
Orion always showed humility in front of Lin Lin, maybe because he didn’t come from a noble background, but this time, he sincerely shared his experience with her, "Because I have friends I want to stay with forever, and a curiosity to see how the world changes."
Lin Lin’s eyes widened at this statement.
It was strange; when she thought about the relationships between long-lived and short-lived beings, she always remembered how long-lived ones felt sorrow for the loss of friends. However, she rarely considered the feelings of the short-lived.
Of course, there are short-lived beings who leave with a lifetime of happiness, but are there also short-lived beings who clearly want companionship but must reluctantly part ways?
Things left undone because of age limits, and feelings not expressed because one knows there is no future.
Curious about what kind of people will be in the future, even when he is a hundred years old, he still remains a curious old man.
"I think Miss Lin Lin, you are a very happy person," Orion said, "because no matter what kind of life it is, you will make it very wonderful."
"Your long time with His Majesty is different from mine; you are a free person."
When Orion said this, a gray-blue bubble slowly floated in the sky.
Summer is coming, and new magical creatures are beginning to grow.
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Throughout the spring, Safir was guarding Demon King Castle. Although many races in Demon King Castle were facing springtime troubles, it was clear that the dragon had a greater frightening effect.
In summer, the sun made people feel weak. When Lin Lin really put on her short sleeves, the restlessness of Demon King Castle completely settled down.
The Demon King started to feel sleepy again.
He truly experienced spring sleepiness, autumn fatigue, summer drowsiness, and winter hibernation, unable to find the energy to work all year long.
When Lin Lin slammed another stack of documents on the Demon King’s head, he was sitting with his eyes closed and his hands resting on the table, lost in the sweet scent of honey cake.
"Please work properly," Lin Lin said coldly.
The Demon King moaned in pain and held his head tightly, "…It hurts."
"Stop pretending," Lin Lin said with a blank expression, "You clearly know someone came into the office, be a little more careful."
"But," the fluffy head peeked out, and the Demon King said, "If you wanted to rub my head, then I missed out."
"Do you want to die?" Lin Lin asked, "Should I hit you again?"
Your Majesty the Demon King immediately hugged his head tightly.
"Why are there so many documents?" Even Your Majesty the Demon King couldn’t help but start to complain.
"Well, not all of them are mine; some were sent by the slime at the door. They seem to be related to the recruitment at Demon King Castle," Lin Lin thought seriously, "So there really is an exam every year."
She had previously thought Safir and the others were joking.
But upon reflection, half of these officials would likely not pass the written exam. The officials were considered to be talent recruited from elsewhere.
"You should tell Safir to make the questions easier. Last year, almost no one passed, and many people secretly blamed me," the Demon King said lazily. "Did they think I wanted to create hard questions? This set of questions will also end up on my desk."
"You go and say that," Lin Lin absolutely refused to get involved in trouble.
Even if she did go to say it, Lin Lin could easily imagine the proud posture of Sapphire Dragon, "Why lower the requirements? Is Demon King Castle a garbage dump?"
Safir would probably make such a statement and then make the questions even harder.
The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Lin Lin made a judgment, "No, you shouldn’t say anything either. Safir might react negatively."
The Demon King immediately showed a look of disappointment.
The current technology has not yet invented air conditioning. Even though the Demon King Castle is in a cool place, it is still very hot at noon.
The Demon King’s office was piled high with several large ice blocks, and the cold air from the ice blew in with the wind from outside.
Lin Lin felt a little relieved seeing his distressed face from the exam.
Things returned to normal.
Ever since she vaguely realized that the Demon King might have some romantic feelings for her, she found it quite hard to handle.
Lin Lin did not want to make it clear.
According to the Demon King’s personality, he probably had a fuzzy feeling for Lin Lin, but he was not really sure what kind of feeling it was.
When Lin Lin took the initiative to clarify, the other person would likely realize, "Oh, so I like you."
This feeling might suddenly awaken one day, or it might continue to fade away in a vague manner.
The funniest possibility Lin Lin imagined was that even if she lived long enough to outlive the long-lived demon race, this slow-witted immortal would suddenly discover one sunny day what "liking" really is.
As a soul, she would laugh at the Demon King.
"Lin, this morning Safir…"
"Lin, the cookies…"
Your Majesty the Demon King had already formed a habit; when the two were together, no matter the size of the event, he would tell Lin Lin all about it in detail.
His desire to share grew stronger each day, always saying "Lin, Lin," and Lin Lin suspected he would be the kind of person who, if he had a phone, would send eight hundred messages every day.
Lin Lin nodded and smiled absentmindedly, listening to those little stories.
Then, Lin Lin noticed the young man’s gaze on her.
The Demon King seemed to find Lin Lin’s casual nod very interesting.
Sometimes, Lin Lin felt relieved that the Demon King was of the demon race.
Because if a human showed such an expression, she would likely misunderstand their feelings.
But because he was a demon, especially a demon influenced by spring, summer should not bring restlessness, allowing Lin Lin to face his smiling, handsome face calmly.
The Demon King learned quietness from Lin Lin; compared to loud commotion, he often found that Lin Lin was more accepting of many things he brought up quietly.
"The day is almost here," said Your Majesty the Demon King.
"What day? A holiday?" Lin Lin recalled the mark she had seen on the calendar; there were no major holidays coming up.
But most holidays in Demon King Castle were already different from the usual ones, so it was normal that there were no records.
"I guess so," the Demon King replied with a smile, "it is the day you came to this world."
Lin Lin smiled a little.
Then she reached up to cover her eyes.
She wanted to look calm, but she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
In the darkness before her, she remembered the young Demon King with his hands raised high, waiting for his gift after two hundred years.
The weather that day was nice, and the happy demon race always had smiling faces.
"This is not," Lin Lin’s voice trembled slightly, "really a festival."
