Chapter 72

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Chapter 72: The Demon King’s Complaints Paused

Orion should have died very early.

Although it sounds like a joke from hell, that is the truth.

Orion once thought about his age, and according to his memory, he would not live to see the great battle between the God of Light and the God of Darkness.

Even when he believed in the God of Light, it was a time of turmoil and fear caused by monsters, and the God of Light was not the common faith of the surface races.

Orion was brought back to life after the great battle of the factions.

Orion believed this was a coincidence, but he also thought it was a blessing from Your Majesty the Demon King.

"Because he used a lot of magic power to nourish the demon realm," a gloomy voice came from the Death Knight’s helmet, "I am one of the lucky many."

Orion’s beliefs were very simple; he believed in the God of Light in the past because the god could protect people from monster harm, and now he works for the Demon King for free because the Demon King protects the residents of the demon realm.

In a way, Orion’s faith had not changed much.

Like the other officials from the Demon King Castle, Orion knew that Lin Lin had come from another world, but unlike them, Orion was very interested in Lin Lin’s original world.

Orion accompanied Lin Lin to the restaurant, and when he saw that her meal today was still stew, Lin Lin could feel the knight’s tremble even through his armor.

The eerie blue flames from the helmet grew stronger, showing his excitement, "How can you eat this every day?"

Lin Lin quietly looked away, "Because I really can’t cook, and eating cafeteria food is very convenient."

Yes, if I had to cook, it might not taste good, but I could make it. I wouldn’t bother to cook just for one person, and it would also take a lot of time.

When Lin Lin used to work, she often ate takeout meals.

The Death Knight took over the Demon King’s small kitchen, and the Flame Slimes crowded around Orion’s legs as he entered, but when they saw the highly dangerous Lin Lin during the payment day, they scattered in fear and fled.

Orion watched the slimes run away quickly, staring in confusion for a moment.

Lin Lin decided not to tell him why this scene occurred.

The kitchen is not big. It was originally meant to serve Your Majesty the Demon King and the rotating officials, so it doesn’t need to be very fancy.

Orion looked down and found flour and honey from the sealed jars and bottles.

Normally, if he removed the ingredients and spices with demon realm toxins, Lin Lin wouldn’t have to eat the same wild boar stew all the time.

The problem is that neither Lin Lin nor the demon realm chefs can tell which ingredients are poisonous to humans and which are not, unless Lin Lin has the strength and vitality to test them repeatedly.

Therefore, Orion was very careful with his ingredient selection, using flour, butter, honey, and apples.

The undead body, rebuilt to imitate a human’s, moved with heavy armor that made Orion look a bit slow but not clumsy. Holding a knife, he lowered his head to peel and core the apples, cutting the pale flesh into equal-sized small pieces. At this moment, Orion showed a little of the knightly quality of being precise.

Lin Lin realized what he was doing, "Apple pie?"

The Death Knight nodded, his movements very skillful, clearly having made it many times before, "When food is scarce, trying to make something different from it, apple pie is a good choice."

Lin Lin nodded; Orion indeed looked like he didn’t need her help.

She stood beside him to avoid blocking the movements of the Death Knight.

"You should learn to cook a little," Orion said, "so you can eat what you want."

Lin Lin subtly remembered what Orion had once told her: women in their time took pride in caring for the home. In other words, women who had the ability and skills to take care of the family were more respected.

If it were Felix, or the Demon King telling Lin Lin she should learn to cook, she might have casually agreed, but it was a former human man bringing up this topic.

That unspoken, subtle feeling made Lin Lin softly say, "Anyway, since someone else is cooking, I need to focus my energy on work."

Lin Lin’s tone was very gentle, but after she said that, she realized she had responded with emotion.

Lin Lin looked up at Orion, hoping he hadn’t picked up on her slight feeling of resistance.

The flames under the pot grew larger, as the Death Knight stirred the apple filling, with bubbling juice making sounds.

Orion’s voice remained hoarse and slow, not changing at all because of Lin Lin’s emotions. He even chuckled softly, "Lin, you must have been born in a time of peace and prosperity."

Lin Lin had already smelled the scent of the apple filling.

Orion spread the prepared apple filling evenly on the pie crust, "You don’t care much about food, and you are not… obsessed with becoming stronger."

The Death Knight turned around at that moment.

He saw Lin Lin quietly yawning; she was drifting off in her thoughts.

Lin Lin looked at the helmet; even though she couldn’t see the eyes, she still knew they were looking at each other.

In Lin Lin’s confusion, Orion inside the helmet revealed a smile that Lin Lin would not notice.

Lin Lin didn’t think that the food provided by others would ever stop, nor did she believe that the power protecting her would fade away.

Her current state was much like when Orion followed the God of Light, wishing that under the deity’s protection, the children would have that sense of security without fear.

The apple pie was placed in the special oven for baking.

A faint sweet scent filled the air.

Orion said, "You really don’t need to know how to do this. Just call me when you want to eat it next time."

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Although Your Majesty the Demon King promised Lin Lin that this time he would finish the task overnight, his promises were really not trustworthy!

This person is definitely the kind who never writes a single word of summer homework and on the first day of school opens his empty backpack and tells the teacher, "I forgot my homework," which is a terrible lie.

After dinner, Lin Lin went around to Your Majesty the Demon King’s office, quietly opened the door, and secretly watched to see if he was slacking off.

Unlike the graceful demeanor he put on during the day to try to trick everyone, Your Majesty the Demon King, with his long hair down, looked completely worn out from work.

Very good, he does have a bit of the weary worker vibe. It’s truly a joy to tease the boss.

The Demon King’s current state matches the madness of a weary worker, so he should produce some good results.

Lin Lin opened the door, and Your Majesty the Demon King, holding a pen, still did not look up.

This time, Lin Lin was sure he was purposely not looking up, "Is there a difficult problem?"

After hearing Lin Lin’s voice, the Demon King finally looked up with a sad expression, "All of them are difficult problems, all of them are questions I will never solve in my lifetime."

Compared to Your Majesty the Demon King’s pain, Lin Lin felt light and easy, having shifted the pain onto others.

She pulled up a chair and sat beside Your Majesty the Demon King, watching him write in his notebook, "Not bad, you are keeping track carefully. It’s not that I won’t help you; after all, you know best how many sets of four pieces you made and how many blankets you sold."

The textile worker of Demon King Castle, Your Majesty the Demon King, looked weak and pitiful.

Your Majesty the Demon King, with long hair covering his face, trembled slightly, unsure why he had such a hard life.

Lin Lin leaned closer and whispered knowledge into his ear, "Do you need me to tell you the difference between the first-in, first-out method and the weighted average method?"

Knowledge is colder and more frightening than a spell.

At the moment Lin Lin asked this question, she became the most terrifying devil in the whole Demon King Castle.

The Demon King suddenly moved away from Lin Lin, who was close to his ear, and with his pale fingers, he waved in the air, casting a spell on Lin Lin, "Are you being controlled by the demon race? Monsters, get away!"

Unfortunately, the Demon King’s awakening spell did not work; Lin Lin even felt her mind was clearer and wanted to teach the Demon King a basic finance course that lasted at least two hours.

This teaching session ended in Lin Lin’s failure; Your Majesty the Demon King’s mind was limited and could not hold too much at once.

It was already impressive that he could finish what Lin Lin had assigned him today.

The Demon King stayed up late doing homework while Lin Lin sat beside him elegantly, her evening tea was just beginning.

"I can’t believe I’m working overtime with you; I must be too nice," Lin Lin began to eat sunflower seeds, with hot tea poured by Your Majesty the Demon King next to her.

Before Lin Lin, no humanoid creature had ever tried to compete with a hamster for sunflower seeds; later, at Lin Lin’s request, the seeds were fried and caramelized to create many flavors.

In Your Majesty the Demon King’s office, which Lin Lin often visited, there were also some sunflower seeds kept for dealing with the terrifying accountant going crazy from work.

The Demon King’s mood grew worse.

He worked late under the flickering candlelight, writing softly in the quiet night.

A sad tune played in his mind, and the Demon King began to feel sorry for himself.

The Demon King had always been good at feeling sorry for himself. When he found his food unsatisfactory, he thought, "A noble Demon King like me deserves to eat the sweetest and most delicious food." When he discovered his bed was uncomfortable, he wanted to make it the softest one.

Now, he was being forced to work late. Although if he had worked a bit harder earlier, this would not have happened, how could the great Your Majesty the Demon King be made to work like this? Where is his dignity!

At this moment, the Demon King forgot that he had disturbed Lin Lin while she was filling out forms, and was dragged out of the office, which had startled a group of magical creatures. His dignity had already been trampled at that time.

Unlike the sensitive Demon King, Lin Lin watched the Demon King’s collection while munching on sunflower seeds.

Unlike the basic spell practices provided by Sharon, the spell practices at Demon King Castle focused more on practical application and were quite rough and violent.

Unfortunately, Lin Lin’s wand was empty and did not have any magic power for her to practice with.

Seeing that Lin Lin completely did not sense his displeasure, the Demon King became furious!

His violet eyes stared intensely at Lin Lin beneath his black hair. As his subordinate, who had signed a contract to sell her soul to him, she surprisingly ignored his feelings!

Lin Lin looked up.

Although her long black hair hung down, Lin Lin could sense that the Demon King was watching her.

This natural instinct to be cautious came from weak creatures, but it was the Demon King staring at her, so Lin Lin did not need to feel scared.

Lin Lin reached out her hand to the Demon King.

The messy-haired black lamb tilted its head, avoiding her touch.

Huh?

Lin Lin completely set aside her book. This time, she knelt on her seat, getting closer to the Demon King and eliminating the possibility of him avoiding her again.

Lin Lin reached out and brushed away the hair from the Demon King’s forehead, revealing his handsome yet troubled face.

"Don’t be lazy, work hard," Lin Lin said calmly, and in the dim light, her face glowed with a warm haze.

Lin Lin’s calm demeanor only made the Demon King more upset, "Is this how you treat me?"

Lin Lin tilted her head, her fingers still lingering on the hair she had brushed aside, with her thumb gently touching the Demon King’s horn at his forehead.

As her fingertips grazed the cool horn, the Demon King paused his complaints, and his gaze grew more focused.

Lin Lin said, "Once you finish these tasks, I still need to give you the gift I brought back from my trip."

The Demon King began to lower his head and focus on his work.