Chapter 81

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Chapter 81: "What Happened?" Lin Lin Asked

Two Worgen brothers followed Lin Lin and knocked on the Demon King’s office door.

The Demon King looked up from his desk, slightly surprised to see Lin Lin, "Did something happen at the door?"

Lin Lin lifted her chin.

The Worgen brother hesitated and trembled as he presented the banner that was originally posted at the entrance to Your Majesty the Demon King.

The smile that Your Majesty the Demon King always wore paused for a moment.

Your Majesty the Demon King looked at the Worgen brother and shook his head sadly, "You shouldn’t just post banners like this. It could cause trouble for Lin."

The Worgen brother’s wolf-like, narrow eyes suddenly widened; he might have never imagined his eyes could widen so much in his life.

A heavy burden fell from the sky and landed firmly on his back.

Brother Worgen looked at his leader with a shiver and uncertainly said, "Did I mess it up?"

Your Majesty the Demon King smiled at him but didn’t say anything.

Brother Worgen’s expression suddenly became determined; this might be the closest he would ever get to a raise or promotion!

Brother Worgen turned to Lin Lin and said, "Miss Lin, this banner…"

Brother Worgen met Lin Lin’s gaze.

The accountant’s gaze was calm yet sharp, as if they had slipped someone else’s receipt during an expense report.

Brother Worgen swallowed hard, feeling that compared to saving his life, a raise could wait, "It was requested by Your Majesty the Demon King."

The Demon King covered his face, "Oh dear."

Lin Lin nodded slightly, "You all can leave now; I’d like to talk to the Demon King alone."

The young Worgen happily left the dangerous place and kindly closed the office door.

The moment the door shut, Your Majesty the Demon King began to chant a spell, trying to use hellfire to completely destroy the banner.

"Please don’t use hellfire for things like this," Lin Lin complained.

Lin Lin seemed to have a blank expression and didn’t look that angry; Your Majesty the Demon King obediently withdrew the flames.

The banner was burned halfway, and Lin Lin picked up the charred remaining part.

Your Majesty the Demon King suddenly felt embarrassed, "I could have just thrown it away myself."

Lin Lin smiled slightly, twisting the banner into a red ribbon and wrapping it around Demon King’s horn, "You look so imposing! It’s fine to lie in front of me, but using your position to bully employees!"

"Ouch,ouch,ouch!" Although the horns of the demon race have only a few nerves, the base still feels pain like skin, "I’m sorry!"

Your Majesty the Demon King’s voice grew quieter and quieter.

Lin Lin pulled her hand back.

The Demon King rubbed his purple eyes, which were filled with tears, looking like a little crybaby.

"If the boss puts the blame on someone else," Lin Lin said, "employees will easily want to leave."

Sometimes, a terrible work environment is harder to bear than the job itself.

Lin Lin had heard all kinds of strange stories from her friends.

"Then he can just leave…" the Demon King said, pressing his lips together, clearly not taking it seriously.

Lin Lin suddenly remembered that creatures with underground bloodlines really wanted to enter Demon King Castle. Some people in the castle wanted to get in, and every year they had special exams to select many people.

Lin Lin neatly folded the banner and placed it in a corner of her desk.

She spoke up, "You don’t care about those employees, do you?"

This is obviously a life-or-death question, and even the Demon King knows he cannot simply answer "yes."

However, Your Majesty the Demon King does not know why Lin Lin has asked this.

The Demon King rubbed his eyes, dried his tears, and looked up at Lin Lin, who was leaning on the desk with her hands.

Although the Demon King has not set rules for Lin Lin’s clothing, she clearly has her own guidelines. For example, during work hours, she prefers to wear sharp-looking shirts, while on her days off, she chooses soft and comfortable clothes.

It is not as profound as Your Majesty the Demon King imagines; Lin Lin is simply curious.

Although she has always viewed the Demon King as her boss, it is clear that for the Demon King himself and the others in the demon realm, the title "Demon King" holds much greater significance.

In addition to being a "manager," the Demon King shares a closer bond with others.

This is why the young Worgen have a natural loyalty to the Demon King.

Lin Lin thought of the rather special person in Demon King Castle, "What about Safir? What if Safir leaves Demon King Castle?"

The Demon King was already used to Lin Lin’s jumping thoughts. He rested one hand on the desk and smirked, "I guess it’s no different for him to leave the Demon King Castle directly."

Lin Lin was impressed by Safir because she arrived just when he was on duty. Otherwise, she might have stayed in the Demon King Castle for a long time without knowing what the Sapphire Dragon looked like.

Lin Lin looked at Your Majesty the Demon King, who was boredly tapping his fingers on the table. His fingers were thin and straight, and the white tips gently touched the dark surface, tapping rhythmically.

"What about me?" Lin Lin asked.

Her question was even more puzzling.

But the Demon King still tilted his head and looked at Lin Lin.

Unlike the Demon King’s relaxed and casual demeanor, Lin Lin always looked serious and solemn. She didn’t mean to, but maybe because of her job or personality, she always gave off a serious and reliable impression.

Lin Lin slightly lowered her head, letting the Demon King see his reflection in her warm brown eyes.

"What about me?" Lin Lin asked, "What if I leave the Demon King Castle?"

The Demon King fell silent for two seconds, and his fingers, which had been tapping on the table, seemed to press the pause button.

In the office, the fireplace crackled with flames, and you could hear the wood popping as it was consumed by the fire.

"But you," the Demon King looked up, "you signed a contract with me, didn’t you? Your soul is already mine, so you cannot leave the Demon King Castle."

"Oh," Lin Lin realized slowly, touching the mark on her neck.

Because this mark had been with her since she arrived in this world, and it seemed to have no effect, she sometimes forgot about it.

Lin Lin said, "I forgot."

That was the wrong answer.

Even though Lin Lin touched the mark on her neck with a confused expression and somewhat admitted that her question was unnecessary, at that moment, the Demon King suddenly felt a pang in his heart. The demon race, with thoughts and ideas very different from humans, suddenly realized he had given a very wrong answer.

Even though neither he, who spoke the answer, nor Lin Lin, who received it, noticed this right away.

Even though Lin Lin did not make a face of disdain at his answer like she usually did.

Your Majesty the Demon King felt a little inexplicably uneasy.

"This is really bad," Lin Lin said with a slight frown, "Now that you mention it, it’s indeed difficult for me to switch jobs. Honestly, when I found out I am light-type, I did waver a bit."

After all, when she was first summoned, Lin Lin had hoped to become the most glorious Holy Maiden of humanity, pursued by three or four handsome guys, and to win at life like in a dating game.

After all, Lin Lin was more interested in handsome human guys.

Other races always reminded her of little cats and dogs.

Suddenly, someone tugged at Lin Lin’s sleeve, and when she looked down, she saw the Demon King reaching out to pull her sleeve.

"What is it?" Lin Lin asked.

Unlike Lin Lin, the Demon King was not the kind of person who could easily express what was on his mind.

He is a little black lamb that hides in a stacked nest after feeling pain.

He is a little lamb skilled at being patient.

Lin Lin was a bit surprised that Your Majesty the Demon King didn’t look at her when he grabbed her sleeve; his gaze seemed a bit blank.

"Hmm?" Lin Lin tilted her head.

Lin Lin’s voice brought the Demon King back to his senses, and his violet eyes refocused.

The Demon King said, "You have signed a soul contract with me, so you should belong to me, right?"

Why are you thinking about changing jobs?

"But it was my body that made the mark," Lin Lin explained to Your Majesty the Demon King. He must have been signing a contract with someone for the first time, so he thought the soul was an unbreakable bond.

Lin Lin slowly pulled her hand away from the Demon King’s grip on her clothing and tapped her forehead with her finger.

"My thoughts are still my own," Lin Lin said.

–

Lin Lin is learning the most basic spells of light-type magic.

The results are quite terrible.

There is no one in the Demon King Castle who can teach her; the only one who ever had a light affinity, the Death Knight, has not trained in Light Spells but in martial arts instead.

Lin Lin can only study by herself with the book that Sharon gave her.

"Praise the God of Light—Light Spell!"

"God of Light—Light Spell!"

"Hello? God of Light? Can you make a sound?"

Lin Lin waved her magic wand, and a faint glow flickered from it, like a tiny spark. It couldn’t even compare to a bright Light Spell, and it was dimmer than a firefly.

The spark disappeared into the air.

Lin Lin practiced in the backyard of the Demon King Castle, where the green grass made her feel happy. Although Orion had driven away the monsters, some still came out of curiosity.

The little monster let out a mocking sound.

Lin Lin calmly looked over and then drew its appearance in her little notebook of grudges.

Even though it was a bright and sunny day, Lin Lin’s mood wasn’t good because she had failed several spell attempts in a row.

"Though this is not something I should say," the Dark Elf, who was always silent, suddenly appeared behind Lin Lin.

Felix didn’t know how long he had been watching. He stood beside Lin Lin in his cloak and said, "Don’t you think you are being a bit disrespectful to the God of Light?"

"Isn’t it the God of Light who is disrespecting me?" Lin Lin clicked her tongue. "Do I really have to praise Him before casting light spells? He seems unnecessary in the incantations."

Felix agreed with this point, "We never use the name of the God of Darkness in our spells."

"Is it because the God of Darkness is missing? Even if you say His name, He can’t hear you?" Lin Lin asked.

"That’s quite a fair act of rebellion," Felix objectively commented to Lin Lin.

Lin Lin suddenly waved her magic wand at Felix, "Banana peel!"

Felix: ?

Since they were close enough, even the Dark Elf could not escape Lin Lin’s spell.

Felix slipped, and his body instinctively turned in mid-air before he landed safely at a distance.

Felix looked at the spot where he had just stood, and a yellow banana peel appeared on the ground, almost causing him to slip.

Felix, "Is this also a Light Spell?"

He needs to rethink the God of Light.

"Not really," Lin Lin said. "At first, I just wanted to see if I could do it, but later I found the spell was quite easy."

Felix frowned, "Which book did you read that in?"

It is really strange to use magic to play tricks on people because magic is precious and should be respected; even Dark Elf Felix feels that using magic in such a way is a bit disrespectful.

"I figured it out myself," Lin Lin replied.

Felix was silent.

Felix felt like he was back to the day when he heard about the Demon King inventing a spell to make blankets soft.