"Oh!" Naruf flicked his fingers and sent the reply.
They started flying again.
Rabbi Dandan glanced at Ilikgul Naruf secretly - it had to be so, because she was so dazzling - precious metals and colored stones gathered on her body, as if they suddenly had a different meaning, that was called "embellishing her presence".
He forbade himself to think too much about what Naruf had said.
Her speech is so weird, different from all other demons, how can any demon say the word "happiness"! He shouldn't take it too seriously.
This is how she behaves in her own way - for example, suddenly appearing in the last row of morning prayer meeting and lazily asking weird and difficult questions.
He must accept all this calmly.
The dean blamed himself for not being calm enough, not tolerant enough, and having too many random thoughts.
"There!"
Naruf pointed not far to the right. Karabi Shan looked up.
There is the star-shaped intersection of Qian Yan Plain.
The ground was covered with a blanket of soft flames, with a large dark gray six-pointed star-shaped gap exposed in the middle.
Near the center of the gap, there are six tall and thick stone pillars. Half-dismantled gray and black fences are scattered around. There are huge rough stone steps built on the six corners of the hexagram. Each stone step is tens of meters wide and hundreds of meters long. There are traces of demonic blood on the surface. It is used as an auditorium——
This was originally a gladiatorial arena.
There should have been six powerful, ferocious and violent demons each occupying one corner of the hexagram. Their heroic figures should be shown on the stone pillars, and their emblems should be painted on the corresponding ground. They are the six "evil horned kings" here. "Accept the challenge of other demons.
Each gathering area in Chaos Hell has a similar arena, which is responsible for absorbing the excess energy of nearby demons between breakfasts.
It should have been the same here.
Single Karabi followed Naluf into a suffocation night jump. Looking around.
It turns out that he is familiar with the arena, but after the change, he has not visited this new place carefully - he also has to manage the affairs of the religious order and is busy every day, so he only told Naluf when he saw it when passing by.
There was no wrestling going on.
The stone pillars are in good condition, but the image of the "Evil Horned King" on them no longer exists.
replaced by……
A nearby stone pillar is painted with a wheel - it takes some vision to distinguish it from an eyeball, another is painted with a hat and a drum, and further away is painted with an inkwell and a book. Stone pillars, and then a neat pile of lumps in the distance…
The first two floors of the large steps behind the stone pillars are scattered, with some demons lying lazily, and the corresponding goods depicted on the stone pillars are spread around them——
It was clear that they were not gladiators, but craftsmen.
This is a market, not a arena.
Anyway, that's what Naruf said. She knew an awful lot, but she was as relaxed and happy as if she knew nothing.
The upper steps of the huge staircase were lined with many stone-framed sheds and tents—all of which looked like they had only been erected recently.
There are also one or a few busy demons in each scaffolding, working clumsily in front of a series of large and small tools.
Rabbi Shan looked carefully and saw that there seemed to be a simple distillation system in a nearby shed - similar and more sophisticated things he had seen in Yicha's tool room. In addition, there were many demons walking between the stone steps. Some were talking to the stall owners and seemed to be exchanging their experiences. Some were just stopping to watch the gadgets that were very novel to them.
Two evil-toothed imps passed by Karabi and Naruf - they grinned and looked contented, holding something like a brush in their hands, and the third tooth on the left was missing.
"I remember you said that fighting is not allowed in the market?" Rabbi Shan asked.
"Of course!" Naruf glanced at the two brats along his line of sight and said with a smile, "Aha! It wasn't a beating. They replaced those brushes with their teeth."
"Actually, I still don't understand, why should I change?"
Karabi Shan did not elaborate, but any demon would understand his subtext. Why not rob, steal, or give orders?
"Who knows! I never thought about it that much."
Naruf saw the rare stone workshop on the farthest steps opposite, and pulled Karabi across the market - the demons with eyes nearby turned their heads and stared at her unabashedly.
"Isn't it good? When you can't grab other guys, you can still get what you want." Naruf said while waving to everyone left and right.
Shan Karabi was carried behind obediently and nodded.
What Naruf said was somewhat contrary to the common sense he had known since childhood, but for some reason, he thought it was good.
Change in hell seems to be change for the good.
I wonder what the Holy Angel would think. He hoped to know what the Holy Angel was thinking. The letter had been sent. He would see the descriptions, make judgments, and what Naruf said...
Oops. He started thinking about it again.
…
Three large gold-covered stone cabinets, as many resting stone chests as needed, and six dozen cursed stone hook nails and fifteen temperature-fixing stone slabs were ordered for the night of suffocation. In exchange for three complete beach girl's tongues - there are literally thousands of such things in the house of good guy Yi Chaint.
As for the quality of these stone products, they are naturally incomparable to the ones from 90 million years ago and at Cha's house, but Naruf happily accepted them. She doesn't make such comparisons, that's the secret of life.
She has many tips for life.
For example, "Something is better than nothing." In any case, no matter what happened in the past, life today is indeed more convenient than yesterday.
The boss of the small rare stone workshop looked at Naruf blankly - he was already considered to be one of the first people to comprehend the changes in hell with a flexible mind. However, he was short of time and still couldn't figure out how to deal with such a situation. A great patron.
"This...goodbye?" he said.
"Hey! Richard. That's not okay." Naruf laughed - the boss was not named Richard, and they never mentioned anything about the name, but Naruf didn't care about it at all. "I want to see my shipment in three days—you can write me a little card. Also—"
She knocked on the door and said, "Hang a sign outside. It's just a sign. Write on it what makes you special, and then add two beautiful words. Do you understand?"
The workshop owner who was not named Richard was shocked. It took him a long time to figure out the trick, and he immediately looked at Naruf with admiring eyes. "Okay! Your Highness, do as you say!"
"have to."
Satisfied, Naruf was about to brag to Shan Karabi. Looking around, he saw that the leader had gone somewhere.
