"Holy Angel, what troubles do you have? I'm always at your service." In any case, as long as he saw the calm expression of the Holy Angel, Rabbi Shan felt at ease and more pious.
"It's okay." Yicha replied quickly, and then said to the side, "Naruf. I'm going to do something. This is my home. If you're not familiar with it, let Rabbi Dan take you around."
"Okay." The demon with the face of Ilic Gur made a gesture.
"Give him whatever you want." Yicha said to Shanlakabi.
"I obey your instructions."
Yi Cha nodded, stood up and left gracefully.
A little girl with a pair of goat's horns suddenly jumped out of nowhere and followed behind him. A large body and a small body resemble two asymmetrical cherries. They say something and fly away quickly.
Single Rabbi made no attempt to understand the incomprehensible.
"Friends of the Holy Angel. I am Rabbi Dankara. The leader of the order belonging to Duke Yichaint." He bowed politely to the red-haired demon who was left behind.
"He has a religious order?" Naruf was extremely surprised. "Good guy. He is really more powerful than I thought! It seems that old Naruf is really lucky. Hahaha!"
"Yes." Rabbi Shan felt it was necessary to respect any views of Holy Angel's friends. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Hey! It's yours. It sounds hard! Call me Naruf!" The beautiful red-haired devil stood up, hugged his shoulders affectionately, and thought for a moment.
"No. Let's call it that name. Don't worry about wearing it. Damn it. I can't remember. What's it called?"
"Elic...Ilic Gur."
"Yes! Ilikgul."
The demon with the face of Ilic Gur glanced at Karabi Shan and twisted his nose, "Why are you blushing? Is this blushing? Hey! You look like a baby! Are you a demon? Idiot! "
The dean really felt like his face was going to be set on fire.
"Friends of Holy Angels. Please don't talk like that..."
"you!"
"Don't..."
Rabbi Shan tried his best to remain calm and looked at Elric Gur - a pair of large, dark golden pupils were reflected in his eyes.
Too close. The back of his head felt dizzy.
The omnipotent holy angel. I need your rescue. immediately.
"What an idiot." Naruf, who had the face of Ilikgul, laughed roughly and let him go.
"Come on. Help me with this first."
She walked to the side of the bench she was sitting on and raised one end. Greet the dean neatly. "What are you doing standing still! Handsome guy, help me lift him!"
Karabi nodded dully, walked to the other side and lifted up the disaster stone bench - forgetting that the spell he had just mastered could easily lift such a heavy weight.
"Be gentle. Be gentle." Naruf ordered.
"What is this?" They had already raised the bench on their shoulders, and Rabbi Shan finally thought of asking this question.
"This is my ship! My baby! Night of Suffocation!" Naruf winked at him slyly from the other end. "Although she can only cling to this stupid chair for the time being, she will see the light of day again sooner or later. Before that, we must take good care of it."
Shan Lakabi was confused by this extremely aggressive pronoun. "we……"
"Ha! That's not the case. Aren't you a disciple of my good friend? Then we are a family. Now. Tell me quickly, where is our treasure room? I want to put my dear Suffocation Night at the top. safe place."
Anyway.
Rabbi Shan stopped thinking and took Elikgul Naruf to "our family's treasure room", while mechanically pointing out the locations of most places.
The weather is bad - that's the only kind of weather in hell.
They landed on the porch and walked inside.
Four members of the Order of Fallen Angels passed by them.
"Priest." One demon greeted in surprise, and the three demons stepped aside to give way.
They passed each other, and Karabi heard whispers behind him.
"That's Ilic Gur... Do you think she has become much more beautiful?"
"Why did the dean move the chair himself..."
"Do you want Elric Gur to confess to the Imam alone? What is the chair for?"
"You mean..."
Single Karabi feels very bad. But there is obviously no explanation.
"Is it really beautiful? Damn it. Old Naruf is indeed the best in everything."
Naruf twisted twice deliberately and obscenely, causing a burst of exclamation and then a summer-like laugh.
Karabi Shan held his breath, pressed his face against the cold stone chair, and walked forward with all his strength.
…
Treasure room.
A very inner, triangular pyramid-shaped material storage room - this is a design beyond the times. For the sake of stability, the superstitious hexagonal pyramid shape of the devil is abandoned. Each side of the storage room is pressed into three triangles from top to bottom. The strengthening spell of the Daoman Spirit Clan, when you turn the viewing angle, you can see faint green light flashing.
Naruf quickly grasped the environment as soon as she entered. She caught sight of a wide, long, and tall obsidian-inlaid bronze storage platform, and the commanding officer Karabi placed a stone chair with a suffocating night on it.
"The Duke said that you... you can use the items here as you wish." Rabbi Shan reminded.
But it looked like Naruf didn't need any reminder at all. She looked at it with satisfaction for a while, then accurately grabbed a piece of sand gold embroidered velvet with a self-purification charm from a pile of soft materials and covered it.
Then he whistled and began to look through the three-legged lockers around him that glowed with cold metal.
Karabi Shan felt a little uncomfortable.
Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too quiet, the space was too narrow, there was too much dust, and we were in the same room with this lady who loved to whistle.
Fortunately, the silence was quickly broken.
"Do you have any good craftsmen here?" Naruf turned his head and asked him, his ears twitching. "I have to build a boat quickly. I can't keep my sweetheart in this stone forever."
"Craftsman?"
Karabi Shan searched for this word in his mind. He had only seen it in books. "A craftsman who specializes in making handicrafts?"
"uh-huh."
"As far as I know, no."
"Hey. I knew it. He told me. It's okay! Old Naruf will do it himself."
Naruf stepped on a resentful demon leather box with one leg and waved his hand, "Let's go! Thank you, handsome boy."
"……good."
Karabi Shan stood at the door for a short while, watching Elekgul Naruf rummaging through the boxes, and quickly became busy.
He turned to leave and felt himself hit a wall.
He looked up and saw a pair of popping white eyes, and cold air sprayed on his face.
"Hand of Destruction" Ivo is destroyed.
"Honorable Grand Duke Asmodeus."
"There is a strange demonic aura." Ifo Mie said every word in a cold voice. "Not weak."
The Grand Duke of Hell is taciturn and stands on guard at the top of the tallest tower all day long. Shan Karabi has never interacted with this guy at all - since he has become a comrade of the Holy Angel, there is no hostility or disgust at all, but he definitely can't be called one. Any good feelings.
His face was livid - his chin was so livid that Rabbi Shan could only see his chin.
Ifomim sniffed.
The Grand Duke of Hell is mostly invisible, but he can feel it—or smell it. "She has two ages...three. Her behavior does not match her appearance...I have never seen her. Who is she?"
"A friend of Duke Chaint." Rabbi Dan explained to him.
"I'm Na... Ilikgur! Hi!" The red-haired, leopard-eared demon took out a side profile and waved his hand to greet them in his busy schedule.
"Order!" Ifomie suddenly shouted at her.
