Naruf received another letter from Echaint. It was only three days apart from last time.
"Please help me ask the Hanged Man of Alexandria about the 'Shepherd'," the letter said.
"Alexander's hanger, who is that?" She turned to Karabi and asked in a rough voice.
"I wonder if it could be the Tree of Hell?" the Rebbe replied cautiously, "A tree as old as Chaos Hell. Growing on the border of Purgatory. I have heard this name before."
It is also said that the degree of eccentricity of the Alexander Hanged Man is proportional to his age.
The dean didn’t mention it much. Despite the truth.
"I kind of remembered it, but there was only a small sapling at the border of Purgatory." Naruf said.
"That was 90 million years ago."
"Aha! I know."
Naruf laughed. "You're awesome. You always remember to remind me what day it is today. But I have gradually become aware of it. Come on. Let's go."
She didn't say much, and quickly turned the bow of Suffocation Night.
"Aren't we going to see Duke Aurel?"
Karabi Shan looked at her. "We are already a little late. Duke Aurilu will be anxious. I remember she mentioned that the entire association will be here this time, and she also invited other guests."
Naruf has strange abilities.
Perhaps due to the possession of Elric Gur, Shan Karabi cannot see her identity - I believe that other demons can't see it either.
He was with her a lot after all. Most often - thinking about this, he felt warm and comfortable in his stomach.
Without relying on anything related to his personality, Naruf quickly obtained entry tickets to several demon groups, and even gained a pivotal position within them.
Most of these groups have never even been known to exist, and some have apparently only been established recently.
The "Licking Association" that I was supposed to meet today is one of them. It is chaired by the Duchess Aurelue - it often conducts activities that make the single Rabbit's face turn red and he has to avoid it.
But this is a rare peaceful organization in hell - peace means that they will not eat the strange and uninvited guests who come to their door immediately.
In short, Naruf quickly aroused Aurelu's interest after joining the association.
Soon, Aurelu would send invitations to every public event held by the Licking Association, inviting Naruf to attend.
"It doesn't hurt, boy."
When mentioning these things, Naruf always explained them nonchalantly. "If we want to find those relics from my era, we should see more of these little girls. Spread the news and help together to find them faster."
It's very simple to say.
But Karabi Shan thinks it is really magical. He didn't understand how the captain got other demons to help him.
Demons are not warm-hearted for no reason (nor are they for a reason), and it is difficult to get them to help with something that does not sound related to feasting.
The Holy Angel has said that it is possible to "negotiate" to make a "deal."
However, Karabi Shan felt that this trick was not applicable to most demons.
"If you want to negotiate with a strange demon, you must meet two basic conditions: firstly, it shouldn't smell bad. Secondly, it shouldn't smell very good." Duke Ezhaint also said this.
The Patriarch was perfectly able to comprehend that its holy meaning could neither arouse revulsion nor arouse appetite.
But Naruf smells good...
"What's the rush? Hey. Just let Aurelu wait.
Today's guests will be able to meet them sooner or later. And before I was there, her activities were pretty good. "
Naruf's light and sweet voice brought the dean back to his thoughts. "Ezhaint asked us to chat with the sapling. Then we will go and chat with the sapling. We can do other things later.
I say, everyone should learn to be patient. This is old Naruf's valuable experience. she said as she steered with one beautiful hand.
"We're just going to go there like this?"
Rabbi Shan Kara had no objection to carrying out the mission of the Holy Angel, but this visit seemed too hasty. Hesitantly asked "Would the Hanged Man of Alexander be willing to speak?"
"I don't know!" Naruf simply waved his hand.
Shan Lakabi was stunned, "If we go there rashly, he will probably attack us."
"We don't have to think about this." Naruf chuckled, "Don't use your brain! This is the advantage of dealing with smart people - he has already used your brain for you.
If that little sapling is really that willful towards us, Chaint will take it into consideration.
Since He has told us to go, there is a reason why He has told us to go. Let's go. "
Karabi Shan felt completely convinced and nodded.
…
The night of suffocation was speeding towards purgatory.
Have a nice trip.
Many half-finished buildings protruded from the dark ugly mountains and desolate cracks in the earth, passing quickly under them——
They have reported it to the police, which is a new trend these days. Hell, there have been more new trends in the last month than in decades.
They chatted while looking down. Discussing the huge change of Huoleizhesang from the sea to a small stream.
Naruf has almost accepted the vicissitudes of the past 90 million years, and his attitude has changed from "a pity" to "quickly let me tell you how powerful I was back then."
Karabi Shan is used to silence, while Naruf chatters just right.
What a pleasure.
It was not until he reached the edge of purgatory that the dean realized the serious problem
They couldn't find where Alexander's hanged ghost was.
Naruf was not distressed at all, he jumped out and shouted "Little sapling~" "Little sapling~" directly from the edge.
"Why."
Shan Karabi felt something was wrong, but couldn't explain why. Just following her very closely.
"Strange. It should be here." Naruf gestured while hanging on the edge of the abyss.
Karabi Shan looked down. Several pale water-like things crawled toward them from the bottom of the abyss, and they felt a little dazed for a moment——
I saw an inconspicuous twig sticking out from the dark brown rock wall with ugly scars.
He felt something in his heart and patted Naruf.
"Isn't this a real sapling?" The captain took one look and smiled.
After shouting to no avail, she put her hands on her hips, put her hands on her forehead and looked into the distance - this was an unnecessary and extremely beautiful gesture.
"Dear Alexander Hanged Ghost, do you know who the 'Shepherd' is?" Karabi pursed his lips and said seriously to the small branches below the cliff.
"Almost forgot."
Naruf was caught off guard and leaned over, his smooth arms wrapped around his neck. "Where are the Vegamons here? Ask them."
"Vegamo?"
Karabi Shan repeated the word.
Vegamon is also known as the Lord of the Abyss. The Holy Angel mentioned it.
They are formed by the gathering of the cruelest broken souls in the abyss.
Due to their race, habits, and the fact that their location is too remote, they often ignore the leadership of the King of Demons and live in purgatory to divide their territories and form small kingdoms one after another.
But that was centuries ago. Duke Chaint also said that this species gradually disappeared for unknown reasons, and purgatory eventually became inaccessible...
"Oh? Let me hear it, who still cares about Wei Jia Mo?"
The branches trembled, and a high-pitched sound was heard.
