Chapter 89

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Chapter 89: I Buried the Demon King in the Flower Field

The sunlight was not very bright, and Lin Lin walked back and forth with a small pot in her hand.

"What are you doing?"

Because Lin Lin had been in the backyard behind the walls of Demon King Castle for a long time, even the Demon King was very curious and came to see what was happening.

Lin Lin replied, "Watering."

Lin Lin’s answer made the Demon King silent for two seconds, "I can see the pot of water in your hand, but why did you suddenly start gardening?"

Even when food was scarce before, Lin Lin had never gone to such lengths, so it was clear she was very motivated this time.

"Oh," Lin Lin answered, "because I bought a mystery box of flowers from Demon King Castle, which says there are seven kinds of flowers unique to the demon realm, and after taking care of them for two months, I will find out what I have planted."

The Demon King looked down at the carefully tilled soil, "Did Orion do this?"

Your Majesty the Demon King had a clear understanding of Lin Lin’s abilities, knowing that she knew nothing about farming.

Lin Lin nodded, "The soil was turned by Orion, the fence was made by Felix, and the drainage ditch was reinforced by Rock Slime."

So you didn’t do anything at all, the only thing you did was hold a small watering can, thought Your Majesty the Demon King.

"So, how much did you plant?" Your Majesty the Demon King asked.

Lin Lin replied, "Twelve boxes."

Because she felt her luck wasn’t very good, Lin Lin spent a lot to collect seven types of plants at once.

This time, her flower blind boxes, along with the previous Tontun cups and the special big-eyed black cat umbrella from Demon King Castle, added up, making Lin Lin a VVIP customer at the Demon King Castle store.

After Lin Lin said she bought twelve boxes of blind boxes, Your Majesty the Demon King was obviously shocked for a few seconds.

"Is your salary enough?" the Demon King asked the deafening question.

Yes! The prices in the Demon King Castle store are generally quite high! Even the workers inside the Demon King Castle feel a bit pained by the cost.

Lin Lin held her heart, "It is a bit expensive! But it’s a mystery box!"

Thinking carefully, she realized it wasn’t just spending money on a mystery box, but rather the funds were moving from the Demon King Castle to her and then back to the Demon King Castle again, creating a money loop. She contributed to the Demon King Castle and got a mystery box for free; she was winning!

Lin Lin could only fool herself this way.

After all, if she didn’t collect a whole set of mystery boxes, her heart would feel itchy until she opened the next box.

Originally, it was Lin Lin who suggested turning some products into mystery boxes. Felix thought that this was almost like a scam, wondering who would keep spending money just for the thrill of opening a mystery box… then the reality slapped him in the face; the sales of the mystery boxes were quite good.

Lin Lin looked down at the neatly marked squares of land that Orion had made, "I should be able to collect all the flowers in one go, then take a picture to show off outside!"

Your Majesty the Demon King’s violet eyes glanced at Lin Lin.

In fact, ever since he learned that Lin Lin bought twelve plant mystery boxes, he had shown subtle signs of unease, his eyes darting, and his feet wrapped in long boots tapped on the ground, making a small dent.

"It may also be impossible to collect all seven," said the Demon King.

Lin Lin looked up at him, "My luck can’t be that bad, can it? I bought them separately to reduce the chance of getting the same mystery box."

It seemed impossible to trick him now; the Demon King was fully aware.

The Demon King smiled brightly, as if giving up, "In the mystery box claiming to have seven flowers, I only included seeds for six types."

Lin Lin: …?

Lin Lin looked at the shovel lying beside the field and calmly asked the Demon King, "Why did you only include six kinds of seeds?"

His Majesty the Demon King maintained his smile, "Because as long as someone doesn’t collect a complete set, they will keep trying, and that way, I can keep making money!"

Good boy, good boy, you’ve transformed from a struggling entrepreneur into a greedy merchant!

Lin Lin firmly raised the shovel and swung it at His Majesty the Demon King.

Ten minutes later, Dark Elf Felix met Lin Lin in the hallway, who was going back to her room to wash clothes.

"Aren’t you supposed to be watering the plants?" Felix asked, as he touched the mud on Lin Lin’s sleeve, "How did your dress get dirty? This little thing can be handled by me and Orion."

Lin Lin spoke after he cleaned her sleeve.

Lin Lin said calmly, "I buried the Demon King in the flower field."

Felix and Lin Lin stared at each other for a few seconds.

Felix asked, "Do you need me to take care of the body?"

Lin Lin replied, "I’m sorry, I haven’t been able to kill him yet."

Felix said, "Oh… after all, he is the Demon King."

–

Inside the office of Your Majesty the Demon King.

Lin Lin reports to the Demon King, but he seems completely unwilling to cooperate.

"This is too much, really too much!" Your Majesty the Demon King, with bandages on his forehead, wipes his tears with a handkerchief, "In Lin’s eyes, I am not even as important as a blind box!"

It is clearly true, but it cannot be said directly, because if it is, he will definitely start to cause trouble.

"Please go and apologize to those consumers who bought the blind boxes," Lin Lin looks at him, placing the documents on the desk, "With that level of injury, you should recover in ten seconds, so instead of moping, why not think about how to compensate the friends who bought blind boxes earlier?"

She had clearly prepared a document, but he was still delaying approval.

The Demon King is still wrapping layers of bandages around wounds that had already healed long ago, using this to demand an explanation from her.

"Demon King Castle should always be taking money from them!" the Demon King insists, "I’m being very generous by giving away seeds!"

"You should remember that Demon King Castle has lost money for two hundred consecutive years, thanks to your wise guidance," Lin Lin has already learned to remain calm in such situations.

When faced with garbage, if you do not have any expectations, you will not get angry at their nonsense.

Thank you to my colleagues who have been tolerant of each other over the years.

"…sniff," Your Majesty the Demon King let out a small, sad whimper like a hurt little beast.

The long black curls began to shake as they covered the face.

"By the way, I can tell you some good news," Lin Lin said, raising her index finger.

Indeed, after she finished speaking, Your Majesty the Demon King quickly removed the hand covering their face, their violet eyes sparkling, following Lin Lin’s finger upwards, looking at her with expectation, completely no longer showing the signs of having just been hurt.

Lin Lin said, "The flowers that grew from the soil soaked with your blood are growing very well."

You are a very excellent fertilizer for flowers.

Demon King:…?

Lin Lin pulled Your Majesty the Demon King to the balcony so he could see the soil below.

There were twelve plots of land; most were just young seedlings, but three plots had grown to half a meter high, shimmering with a faint purple glow.

"It looks like it won’t take two months to grow into something really nice," Lin Lin said, "Is it because your blood is very powerful?"

The Demon King replied, "I didn’t plant any flower seeds that are half a meter tall in there."

After the Demon King finished speaking, Lin Lin was silent for a moment.

A small green creature passed by the flower field, and the half-meter tall plants stretched their leaves and swallowed the creature in one bite.

Orion, who was weeding, hurriedly pulled the creature from the plant’s mouth and took it to the infirmary.

The Demon King remembered a question he was very curious about, "With so many mystery boxes, why did you choose the flower mystery box? This must be the most troublesome, as it needs planting."

"Because I had nightmares for several days and needed to gather some good karma," Lin Lin replied, feeling complicated, "I thought planting some flowers might help."

Now, because the flower attacked the Demon King and the flower also swallowed the monster, this good deed is completely wasted.

Even doing a good deed is so hard; it seems the wind fruit in the Demon King Castle really has a problem. Could it be a house of great misfortune?

Although she is a materialist, Lin Lin is quite picky in this area.

"What nightmare?" asked Your Majesty the Demon King.

"Surrounded by three wrinkled old men chanting spells," Lin Lin replied.

The Demon King imagined the scene; he had never seen an old human, but he automatically pictured three Safirs mumbling around him.

The Demon King showed a look of sympathy, "That truly is a nightmare, that sounds too scary."

–

Yes, quite scary.

Even after taking the sleeping potion and entering the dream world, Lin Lin could still hear the old and slow voice echoing constantly in her mind.

This is so annoying! Lin Lin felt just like Sun Wukong with a tight headband.

Lin Lin suddenly sat up in bed; everything around her was pitch black, and the clock’s hands showed it was two o’clock in the morning.

She simply could not fall asleep; Lin Lin even began to wonder if she was cursed.

But it was hard to imagine a curse that could bypass the Demon King and the Dark Elf’s gaze and land on her.

With a heavy sigh, Lin Lin got up, wrapped herself in a warm coat, and walked out of the bedroom.

Because Lin Lin carried a magic wand with her, the magical creatures did not approach her, but instead formed a circle around her.

Lin Lin walked down the stairs in her slippers, and lights flickered on one by one, following her footsteps.

In the quiet night, the dark Demon King Castle began to light up, and Lin Lin arrived at the long corridor on the second floor.

Today, the corridor window was left open, and a cold wind blew in from outside. Lin Lin saw that even though dark clouds covered half of the moon, the statue of the Fallen Angel was still bathed in light.

Compared to the other statues, this one seemed like it had a special filter.

I always feel like there’s something strange about this thing.

Lin Lin remembered that she awakened her magic after touching the Fallen Angel’s wand, but the Demon King told her that this statue had been in the Demon King Castle for a long time. After thinking this, Lin Lin felt that there were indeed many strange things in the Demon King Castle, and the Fallen Angel Stone Statue began to seem a bit ordinary.

Now, holding her magic wand, Lin Lin carefully stood in front of the statue, trying to find evidence that it was alive.

"’Memories!’" Lin Lin cast her spell, effectively making the statue feel awkward, but the Fallen Angel Stone Statue remained cold and still.

How annoying! Does this thing not have any embarrassing memories?

The banana peel spell didn’t work on the statue either.

Once again, it seemed like a failure. Lin Lin felt a bit angry; any other punishment would be fine, but why did it have to make her lose sleep?

"Just tell me if it’s you," Lin Lin said, holding onto the statue’s wrist with one hand. Because the figure was much bigger than her, she could only grasp half of his wrist, standing on her toes to question, "Did you hire three old men to chant for me?"

Even when Lin Lin leaned closer to the Fallen Angel’s flawless face, hoping to find some detail that showed a mistake, she still got no results.

The Fallen Angel quietly closed his eyes, radiating a strange softness and calmness, and the air around seemed to become peaceful and gentle.

It looked like a cold, lifeless statue; Lin Lin’s doubts hit it like a punch into cotton.

This feeling of returning empty-handed felt like mockery.

Lin Lin’s angry feelings faded like mist. She felt a bit sad; if this suspicious statue was innocent, then what was disturbing her sleep?

Her hand still rested on the Fallen Angel’s arm, her fingertips touching the tightly sculpted muscles of the realistic statue.

After staring for a moment, Lin Lin stopped standing on her toes and lowered her head in disappointment.

A breeze brushed past her ear.

Lin Lin was very familiar with the cold wind because the hallway window was open, and the night wind was already very chilly.

The wind did not catch Lin Lin’s attention.

While Lin Lin was unaware, a magic wand, adorned with light-type gems, shone softly in the darkness near her lower back.

Beginner wizards are often very slow and cannot use the magic wand as freely as their own arms; they even need the wand itself to remind and protect them.

Behind Lin Lin, a sharp claw reached for the soft neck of the woman.

The light-type gems glimmered, and a soft yellow barrier appeared behind Lin Lin, blocking the attack from behind.

Noticing the energy waves from the magic wand, Lin Lin turned sideways, belatedly looking behind her.

Even a moment’s reaction time was enough for the other party to launch a second attack.

The soft yellow barrier shattered into pieces.

Lin Lin quickly looked up, and she could only see a pair of blood-red eyes in the pitch-black night.

The guy reached out to her again, and Lin Lin instinctively jumped back, bumping into the Fallen Angel once more.

At the same time, she had no space to retreat.

The wind grew colder.

A chilling wind suddenly rushed down the corridor, howling like a wild beast.

Lin Lin’s long hair also blew up with the wind.

She hadn’t even raised her magic wand when the opponent was already close to her, an overwhelming darkness pressing in on her.

Lin Lin turned her face slightly, but she couldn’t resist that icy presence.

A bitter, burning pain pierced her heart and lungs, and holding her breath did not help at all.

Lin Lin suddenly heard a very faint sigh.

Like a feather falling into a pond, it created a series of small ripples.

As dark claws reached for her, huge wings appeared before her, wrapping around Lin Lin’s body.

They were not white, nor black, but thick gray wings enveloped Lin Lin like a pearl in its shell, their layers of soft feathers covering her skin with a cool warmth, like the last rays of winter sunlight.

The feathers were fluffy and soft, making her feel clean and safe.

Lin Lin wanted to turn her head; she was more surprised that the statue of the Fallen Angel had really "come to life" than by the monster’s attack.

She was held in someone’s arms; Lin Lin had already bumped into the Fallen Angel’s chest, but now it felt even more crowded.

The Fallen Angel did not use the hand that held the staff to cover her eyes, hiding most of her face.

Lin Lin could see nothing.