Naruf didn't take this matter to heart at all.
Chaos had just "epicly" defeated the Source of Order a few weeks ago. The celebration banquet where the Cup of Danhui activated at least 6,000 large blood pools has not yet ended.
All the demons' fighting hearts were satisfied, and their fury was exhausted. Coupled with the recent development and changes of hell and demons that are visible to the naked eye——
No matter from which aspect you look at it, the current atmosphere is harmonious enough.
It is impossible for Shan Karabi to take the initiative to cause trouble.
There can't be any trouble.
Naluf held his pipe in his mouth and jumped out of the rare stone workshop twice, returning to the suffocating night hanging hundreds of meters above the central axis of the market. On the road, there was a demon that had been watching for a long time and roared in courtship to her, but she responded with a hearty smile: "You are in good health, please work for me if you have a chance."
She returned to the captain's cabin and put the new delivery voucher together with another one - this one represented a large number of simple compasses ordered from the small machine shop next door that opened two days ago.
The great Captain Naruf does not know how to use spells, magic circles, energy transformations and rule guidance.
She felt that these were indeed powerful skills, and she admired those masters (such as Yi Cha and her first mate) from the bottom of her heart. However, if she was allowed to sit on a stool to learn for a while, she would scratch too many things. Her hair was a worry—especially now that her hair was soft and smooth, and she was very pleased with it.
Fortunately, Naruf is very good at using tools.
Together with the newly ordered things this time, it should be enough to start your own "archaeological treasure hunt" journey.
Even an immortal race like demons would consider searching for traces from 90 million years ago to be an insane act, but Naruf didn't care. That's because they haven't been there since 90 million years ago.
She raised her eyes and saw that Karabi had not returned yet.
With nothing to hesitate, she jumped out of the captain's cabin, jumped onto the highest mast, and blew a golden skull horn.
This is the clarion call to rally.
It can be heard from a radius of sixty-six miles.
Shankarabi should be back soon. They actually have another task that is not trivial or serious.
"Help Icha to send a message to Beelzebub."
By the way, she wouldn't mind chatting with the young King of Demons.
Beelzebub came twice, the first time by sending Asmodeus on his behalf, and the second time in person. Unfortunately, it goes as quickly as it comes - the Demon Queen ignored the Order of the Fallen Angels guarding the courtyard, turned all the buildings upside down, and then walked away -
These are what Rabbi Shankara later told her, before she was able to meet with Beelzebub.
Judging from her age alone, there is no way to expect Beelzebub to know too much. She cannot be more than five thousand years old.
However, the personality of the Demon of All Demons has been inherited from the first day of the Chaos Hell, and some traces may have been left.
She blew the horn three more short times. The sound of the trumpet was deafening.
Looking down, there are many devil faces in the market at the intersection of stars, looking up towards the suffocating night. Among them were Shan Karabi's thin, stern face and those dark green, calm eyes.
Maybe he has learned to appreciate something in it and is lingering over it.
"Hey! Hey! Naruf went to see the King of Demons himself! He'll be back soon!" The captain rolled his eyes and simply shouted down, "Hey! You guys! If anyone sees a handsome guy with green eyes, please help. I told him!"
The demons looked at Naruf blankly. Her nonchalant, bossy temperament seemed to imply some kind of power, which shocked everyone.
Two Faces nodded.
"Just you!" Naruf ordered them, launching Suffocation Night on his hands.
The majestic black ship let out an obedient scream, shot out like an arrow, and the air flow blew away a stall selling yarn-dyed centipede beard cloth.
Break through the fierce wind.
The height is higher than that of all demons.
The large carpet of flames in the shallow flames rolled back.
Naruf hummed.
This song is "Hymn to the Lonely". Singing is for herself and her love boat.
She remembered Zhante's description of Beelzebub, and she had also seen the expressions on the faces of the members of the Order of the Fallen Angels when they mentioned the King of Demons - it was as if someone had clamped a clamp with hundreds of horsepower on their key parts.
There is no need to make the patriarch suffer.
One of the secrets to maintaining family harmony is to act separately with mutual trust in moments of disagreement. Naruf knows many such secrets.
She aimed in the direction of the Cup of Darkness.
Not difficult to locate at all. The celebration banquet was still escalating, and the black smoke rising from there could be seen thousands of miles away.
Once she was close to the Cup of Danhui, she raised the ship. At a glance, he found the small darkness belonging to Beelzebub in the liver of the flesh-forging pool area that looked like the belly of a disemboweled bison.
Naruf flipped over the side of the ship, pipe in mouth, and jumped straight into the darkness.
Before the darkness took form, before trying to crush her, she had shouted with a smile, "Hi! I have news from Echaint! Your Highness!"
Another tip of life is to speak loudly in the dark.
The darkness had indeed become safer, but two pairs of red eyes came up, one on the left and one on the right, looking at her suspiciously - no need to think about it, there must be two pairs in the corresponding position behind her.
"Why didn't he just tell me?"
A slimy, delicate sound, like many wings vibrating at the same time, sounded with a resentful tone. "He ran away from me...Why did he contact you? Who are you?"
An arc of light lit up in the darkness and flipped over - if you look closely, it turned out to be a shiny gold cup.
The hand hidden in the darkness poured a colorless liquid for it.
The fishy smell hits your nose.
The corrosive aura made the captain unable to open his eyes.
"You're so beautiful...is that why?"
Beelzebub did not wait for any of the previous answers and asked a new question on his own.
The hand in the darkness slowly stretched out and raised the glass of strange wine to the captain's mouth.
Beelzebub's voice came nearer and farther away, circling eerily around Naruf. "Tell me finally, what did he say?"
"Aha! He missed you. Your Highness."
Naruf didn't seem to feel any threat at all. He laughed and blew out a puff of smoke to disperse the fishy smell. "He just hasn't noticed yet. Hi!"
"Oh? Tell me in detail?"
Beelzebub's voice suddenly became sweet and urgent.
The arc of light on the edge of the golden cup flashed and disappeared into the darkness.
There was a "ding-dong" and a small sound of splashing water not far away - the cup of corrosive venom was casually discarded on the ground nearby.
…
…
Shortly after.
Naruf returned to "our courtyard" in a happy mood.
"Old Naruf is back! Beelzebub is not that difficult to get along with at all! He also gave me permission to go to purgatory. Hahaha!" She couldn't wait to show off today's gains loudly before she could stop her suffocation night. .
No voice responded to her.
"Handsome guy! Hello!" She quickly passed through the courtyard, rushed into the door, passed through the hall and corridor, and took a look at the two nearest energy rooms and the library.
no answer.
Rabbi Shan was not in any of these places that he frequented.
Naruf was not disappointed at all, and casually grabbed a passing member of the cult. "Where is your dean? Damn it. He must hear my good news!"
"Priest. Priest, he..." The thin demon looked horrified.
"Where?" Naruf was not worried at all.
The thin demon pointed outside tremblingly.
She looked up. There does seem to be a figure on the top of the tower opposite.
Naruf patted the demon on the head and jumped out of the window.
Shan Karabi was indeed standing there.
blankly
The dusk sky dyed his white robe a warm orange color.
"Hi!" Naruf called cheerfully.
Shankarabi turned around.
Something definitely seems wrong.
His face was ashen, his hair was messy, and the exquisite gold feather buckle on his chest was missing - the ascetic practices followed by the members of the order did not allow them to hold too many private property.
The Imam also believes that "private property" is an evil thing and should be ignored as much as possible or eliminated.
That thing should be his only personal belongings.
"What's the matter?" Naruf approached and asked.
Karabi Shan looked at the ground, his expression extremely ugly, and it seemed that it was very difficult for him to speak.
He dawdled for a while, then suddenly with a "pop", he thrust something into the beautiful devil's hand.
Naruf looked down at his palm——
The appearance is very rough, and the texture is really average. It doesn’t matter. The best craftsmanship in hell at this stage is like this——
But something like this...
It is indeed a frozen gold pen.
Naruf stared up at the Imam in surprise.
"I, I happened to see it. You mentioned this. Before," Shan Karabi stuttered, "you liked..."
"I like you very much." Naruf smiled.
"No. No," whispered Karabi, slowly backing away.
He felt a kiss on his face.
There was a bang.
Something exploded in my head.
It took him an unknown amount of time before he raised his hands to cover his face. I don't know how long it took before I dared to look up.
Naruf had already walked away laughing.
She never overworked herself, which was one of her secrets.
