It was obvious that Xikis was listening to their conversation with the dice while she was bored to heal her wounds - perhaps to avoid getting along with Ifomed.
Then let Nese also hear it.
On a rare occasion when he could help, Nese rushed over immediately, regardless of being caught eavesdropping.
No one minds this.
The important thing is that after an hour, under Neese's training, all the demons, demon-like creatures, angels, and angel-like creatures present understood some very intuitive ways to make money.
"Everyone...is there anything else I can add? About how to get the money."
Nesse was surrounded in the middle, sitting on the floor next to two iron chairs pushed together. This is the podium everyone gave him. He is only nineteen years old. He has devoted himself to studying magic since he was a child. Among humans, he does not have much experience in money activities——
But it is enough to supplement this knowledge for demons and angels.
"Thank you. I already know how to rob and cheat." Ke Qier raised a hand and spoke politely.
"You still have to teach me this." Xiqisi chuckled. "I said……"
"Don't say it." Yi Cha said. The backgrounds of these guys are so different. They are not harmonious enough with each other.
"Okay~" Xiqisi rolled her eyes and pretended to raise a blue-purple wing towards Nese. "I understand how to collect tributes and donations."
"I also understand how to get money from family members. Although I don't have any family members. If I have family members in the future, I know I should get money from family members."
Angel's face was focused, and his arms hadn't been lowered yet, like the only good student in the class.
"Awesome." Icha clapped his hands. "It seems everyone has learned it."
"There is still work!" Nese added hurriedly. “Don’t forget you can work.”
"Who would do such a thing?" Hikis scratched her face disdainfully. "Sounds like trouble."
"You need money to work! My sailors never ask me for money. Can't they just take what they want? Hey! The money belongs to everyone." Naruf didn't listen much at first, but now he joined the conversation.
"There are also short-term jobs..."
Nese's words were drowned in the buzzing, emotional discussion.
"Okay, everyone." Yi Cha clapped his hands again and everyone became quiet. "I think we know enough."
He was about to make an announcement, then he suddenly realized that Karabi Shan was not there.
"You guys can discuss it for a while."
He went out to find the Imam.
Smoke billows.
The body feels light due to the steam.
I looked around and saw that Karabi was not on the deck.
Should be in the cabin with members of the Order. The leader will stay with the members of the order when he has nothing to do.
Isaac walked around half a circle and walked down the cabin. Met him on the stairs.
Karabi Shan's eyes flickered, a little unnatural.
"What?" Yi Cha led him up, thought for a while, and did not go to the stern of the boat. He looked around, jumped casually, and sat on the top of the captain's cabin.
"Holy Angel. I heard..." The dean raised his head and looked at him with deep dark green eyes, his tone was a bit difficult. "You are talking about the source of order."
He heard the part where they discussed how the original Fallen Angels were made up out of thin air?
But Yi Cha felt that one day it would happen.
"Ah. Yes." He motioned to Karabi Shan to sit down next to him. "You also saw many real angels this time. How do you feel?"
"I don't think I should feel anything." The dean slowly moved to his side and said sadly.
Yi Cha scratched his head.
The Order of the Fallen Angels has been trying to make their minds closer to the angels, and even more so with Karabi Shan leading by example. If you think about it, he seems to have never been involved in any demonic activities.
"So you still want to be an angel." Icha said.
There was a hint of confusion in the dean's eyes. "Is it okay? But I heard..." He immediately lowered his head. "Please forgive my doubts, Holy Angel."
"It should be 'pardon'."
Icha shrugged, plucked a feather, and said, "I forgive you. Rabbi Shankara. Feel free to ask me questions in the future."
The feathers turned gold. He handed it to the Imam.
Shan Karabi was startled for a moment, then took the feather and shrank slightly from the heat.
He carefully pinned the feather to the gold button on his chest. He is not an angel, so the Seal of Absolution is not fused with him.
"Everyone should not be able to accept it." After a while, Rabbi Shan said with difficulty. "The original fallen angel was..."
"you accept?"
"I think I have to accept it."
to check him out. Karabi Shan has a resolute face and calm eyes, as he has always been.
The devil's indifference, or the angel's self-discipline?
Sort of like it, but neither.
"The original legend of the fallen angel may be false. But your belief is true." Yi Cha said. “That’s why I came out.”
Karabi Shan did not speak for a long time. Then he nodded vigorously and looked at the shining golden feather.
"It's hard for you."
"What I promised you will happen." Yi Cha smiled. "It's just that there are other things going on now."
The dean suddenly raised his head. "Holy Angel. Are you leaving?"
"Practice your spells well. Don't forget your talent." Yi Cha jumped down. "You have to stay with your order, right? Stay in Hell. I won't count you."
"That's right." He took two steps, then thought of something, raised his head and said
"Naruf should also stay here. She needs to make up for her modern lessons. I recommend you to be her first mate."
He said it casually, but now he thought it was a good idea.
"She has mentioned it many times. Her first mate has a smart mind and profound skills. I think you are quite suitable for this position. She just needs help.
This should not conflict with your philosophy.
Um. You can teach her something modern or you can learn it from her. It is also convenient for me to contact you..."
"Holy Angel!" Rabbi Shan Kara shouted hurriedly.
"You don't want to? It's okay."
Yi Cha was a little surprised. The dean does not often lose his composure. He doesn't interrupt him often.
"No. No." Rabbi Shan turned around.
"Very good. I wish you a happy relationship."
Yi Cha didn't care too much and walked away.
…
The black rain didn't know when it stopped.
The sky is silent, and everything else is noisy.
He returned to the stern. Found a lot of cracks on the floor. One barrel exploded into pieces. One of the iron chairs was stuck in the wall. All the guys were frozen in an unnatural posture, refusing to look at each other. Keqier huddled in the corner.
"There are no fights on my ship." Only Naruf put down his sleeves with a smile.
"I have good news for you," Icha told him.
Naruf accepted his good news and felt that it was a great reward.
"We're ready to go." Then Yi Cha said to everyone.
In the abrupt little harbor of the Flame Spine, plans were assigned one by one.
It would have been better to go back to his floating island to discuss things, but in the current situation, it was best not to create any complications.
Nese and Ifomie went to the main material plane to inquire about the news.
"Hand of Destruction" Ivomit was originally one of the gods and humans in the main material plane. Needless to say, Nese's power is not the same as before.
Hikis took the initiative to apply to go to the first world - half of her blood allowed her to do so.
No one stopped her.
Yicha and Keqier went to the End of the End as planned.
On the one hand, find a way to get a ticket to the source of order. On the one hand, you can also explore whether there are any traces of conspiracy in this plane...
Yicha then explained all the subjects to them. Keep them on their toes.
There are still some things to prepare.
Start by thinking about new ways to get in touch.
"Just use our previous communication method?" Ke Qier suggested.
This is a kind of energy letter that travels through the Garden of the Royal Heng.
Take some natural, narrow, and winding plane passages like intestines - therefore, these passages were not completely cut off in the Isolated Island Century.
However, this thing has a serious backlog and is very slow. It can only be sent and received at a fixed location - it is not easy to find such a sending and receiving point. Back then, Yi Cha even chose his current floating island location just for such a letter channel. Kirkhill is much better - that's what Tubomore Library was chosen for.
But it’s always a solution.
No one had any objections and better offers.
thing.
A handful of dazzling gems and a little gold nugget serve as a common currency. It’s not about the quantity, it’s mainly about the quality – I hope it can be used in a positive situation.
Three bottles of marrow stone, three bottles of quick runes. Some figurines.
Weapons can be dispensed with. Ke Qier was going to share with him the power of a Quan Angel - under the rank of Seraph, the power should be able to increase a lot.
besides.
Although Ke Qier repeatedly pointed out bitterly that only a white robe washed with holy water can maximize the effect of the angel's aura, Yi Cha still found a black and red two-color robe in the box in the corner and put it on him.
It has to be said that Naruf’s attitude towards ownership of things is like a contagious disease.
Yicha didn't ask the other guys what they needed, he just let them take whatever they wanted.
Then it was time to go.
2:23 p.m.
A very ordinary time. But it does consist of two prime numbers.
The world still moves.
It is easier to return to the chaotic hell where his home is from the main material plane, but it is faster to go to a distant and unfamiliar plane without any preparation and need help.
The planar warlock Nesei serves as a helping hand. Therefore, he and Ifomed were the last ones to leave.
They work together to see off Hikis and "Goodbye" first.
Then, be prepared.
Yicha and Keqier stood in the new magic circle.
He didn't flap his wings, but he felt like he was flying.
flame,
soot,
white light,
Black air,
They were all torn into chaos before his eyes.
Far away——
He heard the pure voices of many angels as smooth as platinum.
Cupid fled into a cotton thread on the horizon, followed closely by another red cotton thread.
Farther away, the familiar buzzing magic sound of Beelzebub came.
He is less likely to show up at the celebration banquet. Beelzebub must be furious again.
Not far away he saw a crimson eye with a squid body looking around for something.
It didn't see them.
The cup of Tanhui filled with flesh and blood flashed past his eyes.
A short and bloody toast.
Will the island century end here?
For a devil who was born in the Isolated Island Century and has been accustomed to living a peaceful academic life in a corner of hell for four thousand years, answering this question is like asking an ashes cicada that died during the winter solstice to predict next year's weather.
He now also wants to return to a peaceful life.
But the name he found in his dream was like a wound that opened the curtain of fate, reminding him
Ezhaint Sinkardstu. It's time for you to go.
Too.
His life had never been peaceful.
As long as the world is spinning, he will be busy looking for angles.
To seize the possibility of the truth leaking out.
(End of Volume 1)
