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Burton was not just talking about using wisdom to remove Augustine from the throne.

From the next day, he used the various connections and resources in his hands to separate several different forces, openly and covertly supporting the princes who were more prestigious among the people, and secretly encouraging them to overthrow his own government. Father came to power.

Bolton didn't know that Augustine's only remaining son was Gargamel, but even so, it didn't matter. Anyway, those few remaining princes were all legitimate and could become a knife in his hand to stage this nine-dragon battle. palace drama.

"Tall, really tall. Cousin, your head is indeed extraordinary."

Dylan sighed from the bottom of his heart that Burton was so clever.

Bolton looked unconcerned on the surface, but in fact his tail was raised with pride.

"Hmph, now you know how powerful your cousin and I are. Augustine has been in power for more than a hundred years, and several of his descendants who have no talent for cultivation have died in normal ways.

After a catastrophe, the remaining princes must have become more interested in becoming kings. At this time, I pushed them. Are I still afraid that the palace in Duolun will not be chaotic? Or am I afraid that Augustine will not have a big head? Ha ha"

Augustine, who hadn't seen Bolton's method take effect yet, was already having a big head.

One-third of the palace buildings were destroyed, and even his bedroom was turned into ruins. This made him even more angry at the dead Hall. When he saw Gargamel who was so pleasing to the eyes in everything he did around him, he felt sorry for him. Hall's persistence and nostalgia began to fade away.

Gargamel, who noticed the change in Augustine, sneered in his heart, insinuating that Augustine was cold-blooded and cold-hearted, but he looked obedient on the surface.

"Father, I don't know when you can give me a blood transfusion. Pelotina seems to be reluctant to consume part of her magic source to nourish the holy objects. I, I"

Gargamel showed a somewhat tangled look on his face, but in fact this was his test of Augustine.

Hall was his heir before, and Augustine only agreed to his request if he met the conditions for nourishing the holy relics. But things are different now. Hall is dead, and his position in Augustine's heart is different. He hopes that he can replace the demon blood in his body without having to ask Perotina to make a sacrifice. But this difference between him and Augustine may also change his expectations for him, and then

"Witch, I think we need to discuss your change of blood to become a pure human race."

really.

From an angle that Augustine couldn't see, Gargamel showed a wry smile.

"Wu Wu, you know it's not easy for alien races to reproduce. I didn't leave any descendants when I was in the Demonic Abyss. After I came to the Human Empire, I only had two children, you and Hall. Now that Hall is dead, you are my only one. Heir. I hope you can retain your identity as a demon and even become a real moon demon."

Augustine stared at Gargamel with burning eyes, expecting him to give his affirmative answer immediately. Having suffered a series of setbacks recently, he began to rely on others unconsciously, and he was no longer the mentally strong person he once was.

Gargamel avoided his gaze and did not answer his question directly.

"Father, this is so sudden. I never thought about it. I need some time to think about it."

Augustine lost

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He exhaled in despair, but felt that it was okay. After all, Gargamel did not reject him, so there was still hope. At this time, he didn't realize that he was no longer as arbitrary as before, making decisions directly when he thought of it.

Gargamel, who was being watched by Augustine with loving eyes, was planning to find some opportunity to completely reject his idea and realize his wish.

Gargamel was left by Augustine in the reconstructed court, and it was expected that Gargamel's new identity as a prince would be announced to the whole country on a major festival.

Every day he and Augustine pretended to be cowardly, but Gargamel missed the days with Perotina more and more. At that time, no matter what difficulties they encountered or what troubles they had, they could only eat a hot meal made by Perotina. He felt full of hope as soon as he received a huge amount of rice.

"Perotina, what are you doing now?"

"School, principal, are you kidding?"

Pelotina looked at Du Wen, who had a calm and unpredictable face, with wide eyes, and was so frightened that she almost lost her voice.

"I've discovered it, so why are you pretending? I have no ill intentions towards you. I have been here to help you from the very beginning, Lord Creator."

Du Wen used the honorific title for Perotina in a non-respectful way, not at all like he said she was an NPC created by the God of Creation and sent to the lower world.

"No, you, aren't you a flesh and blood person? How come you have become a non-player controlled character? This is not a game world."

Perotina felt that her information reception system had been greatly challenged.

Some time ago, Principal Du Wen, who had finished his teaching duties at the Magic Academy, suddenly said that he would become one of the leading teachers and participate in this year's experience for senior students from the three schools in Toronto to go to the World of Warcraft Forest. Pelotina stuffed it in.

Although Perotina felt that this was a bit bad and strange, Du Wen insisted. Uncle Bolton also said that Alan City was in troubled times recently and it would be good for her to go out and play for a while, so she agreed, and she agreed to follow her. Let's go together in large groups.

But they had just left Alan City and arrived at the first resting point. Du Wen pulled her to a deserted place and said something like this. How could Pelotina accept it immediately?

"I don't know why I am an NPC. To be honest, I still don't quite understand what this word means. But that's how you defined us when you created us. Over the years, we non-player controlled characters have just become I’ve been using the name NPC forever.”

Du Wen spread his slender palms to express his helplessness. As an ascetic, he is very restrained in expressing his emotions, and actions such as frowning and shrugging will never appear on him.

But Pelotina was attracted by something in Du Wen's words.

"Do you think we have many people like you?"

Oh my god, who is that God of Creation? He actually used all the methods in the game in her previous life to this continent. Now she says that the God of Creation has nothing to do with the world where Perotina is. Will believe it.

"It seems that you have really restarted your life and forgotten all about your life as the God of Creation. You created a total of seven NPCs like me back then, and they were scattered to various places in the lower world to manage the continent as your envoy. The order of the world has changed its identity countless times since its birth. It exists eternally and is immortal."