The Daemon King's petite wife.

The Demon Realm. The sky here is always dim, and in the distance, undead birds hiss and fly by, leaving behind a ripple that carries the scent of death. In the center of an endless plain, a tall and gloomy castle stood abruptly, and no spiritually intelligent Demon Realm creatures could be seen within a ten-mile radius. This was the castle of Hubris Archduke Rothgar, one of the five Abyssal Archdukes of the Demon Realm, and no one dared to approach it. Suddenly, the calm was broken as a teleportation array with a light purple glow unfolded above the castle, and two figures embracing each other appeared from the teleportation array. Just as soon as the man and the woman appeared, dozens of black flames came rushing in like arrows, carrying an aura that would pierce through them. The man with two horns on top of his head slightly moved his shoulders, and the thin wings behind him suddenly wrapped the two of them, and the black flames poofed on the thin layer of flesh membrane, but they were all bounced off and dissipated. "Hey, Rotor, is this how you welcome me?" The man unfolded his thin wings and called out disgruntledly to the bottom. A tall figure in the castle flew out with huge fleshy wings, his long black hair fluttered in the wind, on top of his head were black curved horns, under the horns his face was handsome and evil, pale and icy, his slender eyes narrowed in displeasure, his ruby eyes overflowing with mockery, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing snow-white teeth as he said, "Baran, when did I ever welcome you? " "Geez, we've been old friends for thousands of years, why be so tongue-tied?" Baran didn't mind Rothgard's attitude and said with a smile, "I'm getting married, and I've personally come to send you an invitation!" With a flick of his hand, an exquisitely crafted invitation fell into Rothgar's hands. Holding the invitation between two fingers of his right hand, Rottgar's gaze fell on the woman Balaam was embracing. With just one glance, he knew that it was a human woman. That human woman had long rich blonde hair, exquisitely beautiful features, and a look like a timid moose in the forest. At the moment she was shyly clinging to Baran's waist, as if she was afraid of falling. Rothgar was a demon. In fact the five Abyssal Archdukes of the Demon Realm were all demons that had climbed up from the Abyss. And demons, being naturally racist, looked down on other races, especially physically weak humans, who in their eyes were representatives of dirty incompetence and hypocrisy. Rothgar always mocked every time he met with Baran, but for thousands of years, he did see Baran as a friend, and at this moment, when he heard that he was going to get married, and the other party was a human woman, he thought that his friend was joking, "Are you crazy? A human woman is too dirty to even touch, and you want to marry her?" "Hey, don't say such things in front of my future wife. Catherine is different, she's a pure and beautiful unicorn, I'm in love with her." Baran stopped Rothgard first, then looked down at his future wife, lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. A blush appeared on Catherine's face and she wrapped her arms around Balaam's neck, mesmerized. Rothgar frowned fiercely, wanting to tell the two eyesores to get lost. In the end, taking into account the mood of his best friend, Balaam quickly ended the kiss, and looked at Rottgar in an excellent mood, laughing: "Rott, once upon a time, I only indulged in sensual stimulation, and thought that was the best thing in the world, but now I realize that the taste of love is the sweetest of all. You also don't keep harboring in your castle, isn't it good to taste the wonderfulness of love?" Rothgar grunted coldly, "Love? Your love is for a hypocritical and lowly creature like a human? Baran, you are a disgrace to the demons, I see that sooner or later you will be destroyed at the hands of a human woman." "Don't speak so harshly, Rotter." Baran said disgruntledly, "There are some humans with tiresome hypocrisy, but there are also little lambs like Catherine." He said and smiled down at Catherine tenderly and lovingly. The blush on the petite Catherine's face never went away and her turquoise eyes reflected Balaam's handsome face. Rothgard couldn't look away, he skimmed his eyes in disgust and said indifferently, "Suit yourself, I won't go to your wedding." Black flames ignited in his hand, and the invitation was instantly burned clean. Baran grabbed Rottgar and said before he flew back to the castle, "Rott, let's make a bet." Rothgarl's figure lurched and looked at Baran, a little more interest in his blood-red eyes, "What kind of bet?" Baran said, "Don't you look down on human women and think they are all vain? Before the wedding, you still have half a year, as long as you can get a hundred human women to agree to your marriage proposal within half a year, then you win, but if you can't do that, you have to come to my wedding." "If I win, you'll kill your love?" Rothgar sneered, and though he found the wager ludicrous, he did get a little bit of good will stirred up in him. Catherine cringed at Rothgar's words. Baran hurriedly wrapped his arm around her to offer reassurance and glared at Rothgar before saying, "If you win, I'll give you the Abyssal Tree seed I just got a while ago." Rothgar's eyes changed, if he had only been intrigued by Baran's words before, now he was determined to win. He had searched for the Abyssal Tree Seed for thousands of years, and had only found two so far, and this one of Baran's, he would take it! "Deal," Rottgar's eyes tailed and his mouth quirked, "This half a year, you'll keep it for me." Seeing that Rottgar agreed, and not caring about his attitude that he already considered the Abyssal Tree Seed as his property, Baran added wistfully, "However, you can't force them to agree to your marriage proposal, and even less, you can't take them captive to the Demon Realm. You have to use your personal charm to conquer their hearts in the human realm!" "A mere human woman, there's no need for me to force them." Rothgar agreed without a care in the world. "Then I'll be waiting for your good, dissipated, news!" Baran laughed as he unfolded the teleportation array, gave Rothgar a final meaningful look, and happily teleported away with Catherine. Catherine waited for the light of the teleportation array to fade before asking Baran in a whisper, "What if he wins?" Her voice was soft and gentle like silk across the skin, and it made Balaam's heartstrings quiver slightly at the sound of it. This was the reason he didn't allow her to speak in front of others, a voice like this, only he could hear. Balaam anxiously hugged her and flew back to the bedroom of the two of them, and said unconcernedly between his heart and mind, "He's going to lose. What woman would be willing to marry him with his broken mouth that can't even say a kind word?" "But ......" "Shhh, stop talking about him, I'm going to be jealous. Say my name, baby." "...... Ba, Balan ......" On the other hand, Rothgarl returned to the castle, retracted his thin wings, and walked through the empty, cold corridors to the castle's underground. Rothgarl knew very well that Balaam took out the Abyssal Tree Seed as a bet, firstly because Balaam didn't care about the Abyssal Tree Seed as much as he did, and secondly because Balaam thought that he was bound to lose. As an old friend for thousands of years, Balaam had said more than once that he couldn't woo a certain lady even if he really fell in love with her because he was completely incapable of saying anything nice, and could make the woman who was infatuated with him go from love to hate with just his mouth. But even Balaam, who is his best friend, doesn't know that his natural skill "Possession" has the effect of acquiring part of the other person's memory when he uses it. Every Archduke of the Abyss has a natural skill that was given to them by the Abyss when they climbed out of the Abyss. Rothgar's natural skill, "Possession", was that he could vaporize his own body and inhabit the body of an intelligent creature in a form similar to a soul, perfectly manipulating the body of the other party. This was the part that Balaam knew, but what Balaam didn't know was that he could also randomly obtain part of the other party's memories. Therefore, the bet with Baran couldn't have been simpler in Rothgarl's mind, find a playboy and use the other party's memories to gain the hearts of human women. Human women were vain and greedy, this bet was a sure win for him. There is no direct passage between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm, and the environments on both sides are so poisonous to creatures on both sides that only a few individuals from a few races can survive in the other realm solely on their own, or by using external objects, secret arts, and so on. But even then, strength is weakened. From time to time, in order to lift the Abyssal Curse from himself - the price of the Abyssal gift - Rothgar would travel to the human realm in search of clues, and there was a cross-border teleportation array set up under the castle. He stood in the center of the teleportation array and flicked his finger downwards, a black flame struck the center of the teleportation array and instantly overflowed the entire array, and after a purple light, he appeared in a mountain forest in the human realm that was ten miles away from a certain city. The spell's characteristic light quickly dissipated, Rothgar frowned, every time he came to the human realm, it made him uncomfortable. Even though he was an Abyssal Archduke who could resist the poisonous effects of the human realm's environment on him, it wasn't entirely unaffected. At this moment, his strength was suppressed to less than half of its original level. There were voices diagonally in front of him, mixed with screams and rampant laughter. Because Rothgar did not do anything to conceal himself, they spotted him as he approached. "What are you!" Rothgarl did not even glance away, going his own way. A female voice screamed, "Help me, please help me!" "Shut up!" A slap followed, and then a gruff male voice shouted, "I asked you! You stop right there! Grass! Brothers on, leave him for me!" Several men picked up the weapons that were thrown aside and rushed towards Rottgar, because it was a bit dark in the forest, and there were branches blocking a small part of Rottgar's figure just now, it was not until they surrounded him that the men realized that he was not a human, but rather, he was a goat with goat's horns on his head ...... "Demons! It's a demon!" The men screamed in terror and turned to run, but they were too late. Rottgar raised his hand and flicked it, black blazing flames emerged out of thin air, and after staining the bodies of a few men, it spread instantly as if it had been dipped in oil, the blazing black flames wrapped around them and instantly burned them to ashes. And Rottgar didn't even stop. Only the woman who witnessed this horrifying scene was left trembling in fear, hugging herself with silent tears, not daring to make a single sound, desperately praying to the Goddess of Light in her heart. Retrieving a small life, she quickly decided to treat what she had seen today as a nightmare and tell no one. Rothgar quickly found a suitable target for possession, not far away the son of the city lord of Bluestone City, Parrish Wilson who was traveling back to the city in a luxurious four-wheeled carriage. Parrish Wilson was not a mage, his jīng power was weak, besides him, there were only the carriage driver and his manservant on the carriage, all of them were weak ordinary humans. Rothgar succeeded in "possessing" him easily, and his body was so young and handsome that he was able to get at least ten human women to agree to his marriage proposal within a day. Rothgar's possession did not kill the original owner of the body, but the original owner's soul would be forced to curl up into a ball and fall into a deep sleep, with the body at his disposal. The carriage slowly drove into Bluestone City, and Rothgarl opened the window and looked out indifferently. These lowly, incompetent, and weak humans were still as annoying as ever. The carriage suddenly made a sharp stop, and the driver angrily shouted, ''Bastard! How dare you stop Young Master Parrish's carriage! Do you want to be hanged?" Rothgar retracted his gaze, only to hear a soft female voice with a slight sense of panic say, "I'm sorry, someone pushed me ...... I'll get out of the way right away!" Lame excuse. Rotgarr remembered that he seemed to have seen such a scene many years ago, where poor and beautiful young girls fell in front of the car of a rich young master, wanting to reach heaven in one step. Thumbs down, woman. Rothgarl pushed open the carriage door to get off, and saw the young girl lying in front of the carriage was bracing herself to get up, but due to her knee injury, she just half braced her body before lying back down again in pain. Already there were whispers of good people lingering around. That was quite a performance. Rothgard thought maliciously, and walked to the young girl who could not get up from the fall, and in the sight of the other party's astonishment, bent down and picked her up. An audible gasp went up from the onlookers at his action. Most of them recognized their lord's son, and the sight of a nobleman actually picking up a commoner surprised them. In Rothgar's eyes, humans were worse than the lowest slimes in the Demon Realm, and he wouldn't have let this human woman touch a piece of his clothes if he were in his true form. But for the sake of the Abyssal Tree Seed, he didn't mind enduring it. Rothgar mobilized Parrish Wilson's memories, smiled with this body, looked at the young girl who was only 16 or 17 years old with deep affection and said: ''Beautiful young lady, I fell in love with you at first sight because of your beauty, the injuries that you have suffered have cut me to the core, how can I bear to see you like this? Please come home with me and I will take good care of your wound." Parrish had become quite a popular playboy with women due to his unique family background and his own condition, and was full of sweet nothings, of which there were more than enough for him to choose from in the random memories Rothgarl saw. The young girl had long reddish-brown curly hair, sixteen or seventeen years old, her skin was fair and watery, her sky blue eyes held a light layer of physiological tears due to the pain, her lips were a full and healthy red, and just a slight bit of the old smoky gray dress on her body made her look like a dusty pearl. Without waiting for the young girl's reaction, Rothgar carried her to the carriage, eliciting a chorus of whispers from the onlookers. "Wow, Young Master Parrish is so gentle, I wish the person who fell in front of his carriage was me!" "That girl is so lucky, merciful goddess, why isn't it my daughter who meets such a good thing?" "......" Rothgar heard the gaudy envy and a sneer of realization and disgust ran through his mind. These lowly humans never let him down. Contrary to what he thought in his heart, he moved gently and placed the young girl on the seat, sitting himself opposite her, looking at the young girl who was wiping away her tears with eyes full of tenderness, and said in a voice full of magnetism, "Beautiful young lady, you're like a rising sun to me, illuminating the road ahead of me, I don't know where to go if I don't have you to keep me company, please marry me! " Rothgar took the quick-fix approach, and since the human woman had fallen in front of Parish's carriage with the intention of making a step forward, she would only be ecstatic to say yes when he asked for her hand in marriage. He saw the hand of the young girl across from him, who had just wiped away her tears, freeze as she looked up at him, presumably in too much surprise, her eyes slightly wide and her lips quivering in a small way. The disgust in Rothgarl's heart grew another point, this ugliness sickened him. Once she agreed, he would kill her. However, when Rothgar slightly lowered his eyes, his hand carelessly pressed on the short sword at his waist, just waiting to hear the ecstatic promise and then make his move, what he heard was the young girl's voice that was light and weak with a little bit of certainty, "I refuse." Rothgar raised his eyes suddenly, his reaction rarely slowed by half a beat. ...... She actually refused him? This could not be!