"What is this little brother's name?"
This was a canned knight who came closer. His armor was covered with sacred patterns and there were many scriptures hanging on it. He looked extremely pious and determined.
But he was greeting a ferocious demon who had not yet transformed into a human form, and his tone was extremely brisk and warm.
The black flames in the demon's eyes fluctuated again.
"O...Omer Linton."
"To deal with the curse?" Another priest came over, holding a flail with many indicator lights in his hand.
After receiving the devil's attention, he smiled awkwardly and hid the flail behind his back.
Before Omo could answer, he felt a slightly stinging but extremely warm glow enveloping his body. He turned around and saw an angel with countless luminous runes surrounding his hands, with his palms pointed at him.
The latter showed him an apologetic smile and quickly extinguished the magic in his hand, and corrected the priest: "No, he didn't become like this because of the curse, he is a natural human-demon hybrid."
After she finished speaking, she was stunned again, then lowered her head and talked to another angel beside her: "Isn't it a bit imprecise to use the natural definition?"
"Indeed, if sexual reproduction is normal, it would be considered artificial, right?" her colleague thought.
"But artificiality should also have ambiguities. If you look at the kind of compatriots in the Information Technology Department..." The third angel also came to participate in the 'ear biting'.
At this time, another priest who had not been in a hurry to come over, but who was first looking at the horse girl beside Omer, finally came over and patted Omer on the shoulder: "Ignore those guys, they There's something wrong here."
He pointed directly at his head, his bluntness and boldness enough to make the flames in the devil's eyes fluctuate visibly.
A priest bluntly said that there was something wrong with the angel's brain, which was a bit too rebellious.
But the priest carrying the modern flail also agreed with a natural look: "And he likes to get into trouble."
"So you're not here to cleanse the curse?"
The two of them were so natural, but they seemed surprised that there was something unusual about him... Just when Omer was thinking about whether he should get used to it, he heard the rapid change of topic in the second half, which made him look up at the sculpture-like figure beside him. Motionless bourbon.
"Please give her a check-up." He raised his hand to remove the sound-proofing spell on Bourbon. Omer raised his hand and patted her shoulder, attracting the latter's attention.
"Master, what is the current situation?"
The cyber horse girls who watched the whole mime couldn't understand the current development. It seemed that after the master created a sound pressure impact visible to the naked eye through the dark golden magic circle, these people became particularly warm and friendly.
What is the principle?
"The accident has been dealt with, and the inspection is now going according to the original plan."
Only after he was patted on the shoulder did he realize his slender and sharp claws. Homao quickly exited the demon transformation and cut off Bourbon's curiosity.
He expected the electronic music at full volume to overwhelm everything else, but he really didn't understand the fiery gazes of these people.
Even he didn't understand that it was better not to let the cyborg girl think about it. Miura Bourbon.exe became unresponsive.
But for this arrangement to be implemented, the staff of the purification department must cooperate.
So after he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the two priests in front of him and the tall knight beside him.
Although the way they first met was very wild and confusing, they all had work badges on their chests, with the positions of recorder, purification detector, and observer respectively.
"Is it convenient? Gentlemen," Omer asked, showing the reservation voucher on the light screen, "I received the notice to gather here and brought her here."
Then the tall knight clapped his hands, and a pair of metal claws made a muffled sound:
"Convenient! Of course it is convenient! But...the purification of the racehorse girl..." The knight seemed to have a headache, scratched his helmet with his paw, and then waved to the three angels, "Observers, please come here immediately to assist!"
This attitude was the respect a crusader should have for an angel, and it was so normal that Omer once again looked at the two bold priests in surprise.
Then I saw the two people knocking on their respective speakers with their heads down, as if they thought they could still save something.
...Should I pay for this?
Omer suddenly felt a little embarrassed, thinking whether he should remain silent at this time or take the initiative to 'confess'.
If we start negotiations from the perspective of 'interfering with the normal purification process', we should be able to take a step back, right?
There is also the matter of complaint negotiation... Omer is also accustomed to thinking in a bad direction about this kind of link.
But in the end, the other party gave up the 'struggle' with a simple knock.
He threw the two pairs of heavy and expensive-looking speakers aside, then looked at Omo, rubbing his hands eagerly and asking:
"How did you do that just now? Isn't it like a normal amplification spell?"
Well……
Homare was speechless for a moment.
His eyes had just been following the two speakers that arced in mid-air and landed very close to the trash can.
No matter how casually the two priests threw away the waste, he still felt that the sound of the two speakers hitting the ground was very harsh.
It's even more subtle when asked now.
"I'm more curious about what they were doing just now?"
"Let's sing." The pastor said plausibly.
"That's right." Another priest chose +1.
"Get ready for the competition." The knight who was pushing the equipment also greeted him from a distance.
He was carrying the instruments placed on the edge with the three angels, his posture was light and his movements were quite swift.
What he said surprised Omer.
It’s not unusual for songs to be played during competitions, but what kind of competition allows everyone to play their own songs?
And it’s done when customers come to your door. Should I say it’s because you’re racing against time or because you’re not interested in the work?
Omer raised his eyebrows, but had no intention of asking in detail, because his trouble 'radar' had already sounded.
But even if he didn't ask, he chose to wait honestly with Bourbon and watch the knight and the three angels resetting the instruments.
The two pastors would also take the initiative to say: "Mr. Linton, would you like to do me a favor?"
Omo said expressionlessly: "I personally find it troublesome."
He had already noticed that when the two of them spoke, the knight could not speak, but the three angel ladies moved their eyes slightly towards here.
He seemed very concerned.
Yes, these six people were just there to clash with the sound waves, each playing their own thing. It was noisier than the toys that Heisei and Reiwa's teams, knights, and Ultraman transformed into together.
"No trouble, no trouble, just let you play a song or play a CD."
"..."
So you guys are really a disco?
"I think you have misunderstood something," seeing Omer's eyes full of surprise and wonder, the priest with the flail quickly explained, "It's like this, we have a program preparation that requires Behemoth's participation. "
"By the way, have you heard of Behemoth?" asked another priest.
"One of the giant beasts that God created out of clay on the sixth day of creation, the prototype of Bahamut." Omer said calmly.
So the priest immediately said: "Yes, although it was labeled as a demon in subsequent legends, and even turned into one of the demon kings for a time, we have a Behemoth here that is close to the original scripture."
"Oh!" Omer was a little surprised.
Behemoth in the original canon, isn’t that a big hippopotamus?
Although the description is 'its tail is as straight as a fir tree, its muscles are as strong as stone, and its bones are as hard as copper and iron', but...
The characteristics of living in water, eating grass, and having a large mouth are enough for many painters to depict it as a hippopotamus or even an elephant.
Of course, the point is to be big.
It was also a giant beast. When placed on a special photo studio, it looked like a monster with mythical records, just like some of the demon beasts in "Taipei Futuji".
It also made Omer a little curious.
And while I'm curious...what program does Behemoth need to participate in?
"It seems that you are interested, and then I will talk about the main point: this Behemoth, it has been sleepy recently."
"So you're going to wake her up?"
"Wake up!" an angel who was operating the screen loudly corrected her, "She is the Lord's creation, we dare not disrespect her!"
After saying that, she turned to Bourbon again and greeted him with a smile: "This lady, please come here."
"Sit on this device first, and we will use conventional magical energy to measure the stability of your soul."
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"After all, some magical spells can shake the soul. We have to consider different determination combinations based on your stability."
Upon hearing this, Bourbon turned to look at Omer: "Then I'll go over, master."
"Go ahead."
Omo nodded and watched her walk to the strange-shaped chair connected with countless haloes. Then he turned back and continued to look at the two priests who seemed to be very idle.
The latter also waited patiently until the horse girl brought by Omer sat on the seat, and shrugged when she saw him.
"Behemoth was quite irritable when he was woken up. We don't want to waste time on suppressing him, so in order to make the application easier to pass, we have to use a gentle method."
"Is this gentleness coming from Behemoth's perspective?"
Thinking back to the previous noise, Omer didn't think it was gentle at all, and to be honest, it was quite mysterious that Behemoth could be woken up by that kind of sound.
It feels like the famous people in the classics that I have read since childhood are actually watching videos of serious illnesses every day.
"Of course, rather than giving her a slap, an alarm clock is more appropriate."
"Wouldn't that still wake me up?"
"As long as she doesn't get angry when she wakes up, it's fine, so if it's music she likes!"
The pastor waved his hand: "It must be loud enough to match its momentum of swallowing thousands of mountains, and it must be warm enough to match its awakening and shaking waves."
"Then I don't think a bank robbery song is appropriate."
"That's just because we are stuck on the first step and the voice is not loud enough." Another priest said quietly.
Homais glanced sideways at Bourbon. The knight in heavy armor was reciting prayers, and his gauntlets made a slight sound as he stroked.
"I guess your organization doesn't lack the means to make a big splash."
"Noise and music are two different things. We have also hired a few additional consultants to study this matter. The song selection has not yet been determined, but the development of a large music player is stuck."
"This sounds like trouble."
"Looking at the records, you are a mercenary, right? You made the appointment through the agency's channels. Can we ask for help in the form of a commission? We can communicate about the remuneration."
"Then let's talk about it."
