Rejected the Demon’s Marriage Proposal Thousands of Times

Rejected the Demon’s Marriage Proposal Thousands of Times Chapter 22.2

Battlefield (2)

After reading the first poem, she felt that the person who wrote the poem was sick in the head. The poem was like a story in ancient times; a woman fell in love with a man, but the man already had a lover, so the woman killed the man’s lover and then buried the man alive. She waited for the man to die in agony, then she dug out the body and turned him into a mummy so that they could live a happy life of inseparability.

Anna frowned when she read this. What kind of perverted stories were these?

After reading the second tragic love story about a fish and a bird ending in the fish dying and the bird being shot by an arrow, Anna thought, why was this book called "Poetry Sea"? It should be called "Corpse." Forget it, there were already so many corpses in this book.

Anna complained in her heart, but most of her energy was still spent on memorizing.

About twenty minutes later, all the words in the whole book were finally explained. Anna's forehead was damp from sweat, and this high-intensity memorizing made her head groggy.

But somehow, she remembered everything!

Of course, how much she would forget and how much she could remember after a little while was beyond her control.

"Have you understood it all?" Rothgarr threw the book that had been turned to the last page aside, and asked casually.

He had never been a teacher before, and didn't know that it was this tiring being a teacher. After half an hour of speaking, he was not only very impatient, but also very thirsty, and even his throat was a little uncomfortable.

Taking a sip of the flower tea on the table, Rothgarr felt a little relief from the discomfort in his throat. Cursing the weakness of the human body in his heart, he turned his head to look at Anna.

When he saw Anna's state at the moment, Rothgarr couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth into an arc of sarcasm.

She looked weak, as if she would fall down at any moment. If this appearance was not put on  for him, then for whom?

The next step for her was probably to faint and fall onto him.

Rothgarr was wondering whether to go along with her thoughts or make things more difficult for her, but then he saw Anna sway slightly and fall onto the table with a thump. She hurriedly used the table to support herself and stabilize her body.

Rothgarr frowned. Did she fall in the wrong direction? Or did she change her mind in the spur of the moment?

He still remembered those maids that had deliberately fallen in front of him, but he had avoided them. The maids didn’t realize that she was using them, and probably told her everything. Who knew if it was because she was afraid that he would avoid her and changed her mind in the moment.

But, with her cleverness, how could she think of such a clumsy trick in the first place?

Rothgarr was still thinking about this matter when Anna had already retreated aside. She said in a low voice after saluting, "Master Ulysses, please forgive me for my gaffe. I am too weak. I feel exhausted after studying for only a short while."

Anna remembered the two times she had studied with Dubian, she was sitting comfortably on the ground. Dubian spent only a short time teaching her literacy, and in the rest of the time, he told her some mage-related things. It didn’t require much thinking, so it was like a break. Therefore, she had always felt that studying with Dubian was very comfortable and enjoyable.

But studying with the demon these two times, she was always dizzy afterwards, and she wanted to just pass away and be done with it.

The two were truly heavens and worlds apart when compared!

Rothgarr wanted to say something, but he held back.

This used to be very difficult for him, but now it was getting easier. He believed that in order to observe Anna carefully, it was necessary to keep the teaching process that both parties enjoyed.

"Today's class is over, you can go on." He waved his finger lightly, motioning for Anna to go as if he was swatting a fly.

Anna reluctantly glanced at the book on the table before leaving.

After returning to the kitchen and washing her face thoroughly, Anna felt much better.

Her mind was full of words that were forced into her. Although she was full of complaints before, Anna was actually a little bit happy.

Although the demon forced her to remember so many things in a short period of time, he never spot-checked her. She said that she remembered it, and he regarded her as so. Therefore, if she wanted to, she didn’t have to work so hard; she could just deceive the demon casually and he would not ever find out.

But even if she could deceive the demon, she could not lie to herself. Those words were right in front of her, and there was a demon who was a bit reluctant but always answered her questions. How could she bear to not memorize or understand the meaning of those words?

In this half an hour, her written vocabulary had increased by at least three hundred, which did not even include the words that she was not entirely familiar with.

Now, Anna finally realized the benefits in the weirdness of these poems.

According to the forgetting curve, she would normally quickly forget the words she had just memorized. In order not to waste her hard work, she should review them now, but the book was not at hand and so she could only rely on memory.