"Can I make another request?" to ask.
"You can ask for anything, my dear."
That's it. He made that little request. Beelzebub snorted and Shi Shiran left. Non-committal is already consent. Just like the absence of anger is directly equivalent to infinite tenderness.
The darkness and buzz receded. The two are essentially the same thing. The lava and jets of light took on color again. A demon's eyes receded. The eyes of thousands of demons lit up. A crowd of boiling, excited, and impatient compatriots appeared at his feet.
They are looking forward to it very much. What they are looking forward to will not happen yet. Neither of today's protagonists will tell them this for a while.
Yicha turned around and looked at Diliul - the newly born demon only had a piece missing from the edge of his ear. Just as he thought, Beelzebub was not really angry and just let Diliul go.
"Wow! He looks exactly like you! Yeah. Except for the eyes." Amplitude 300 looked left and right and exclaimed in surprise.
The structure is not entirely correct. In fact, he and Diliule look almost the same. After all, his body now is Diliule's original body.
"What are your next plans?" to ask. Dilule's answer was what he expected: "I will naturally return to the Order of the Fallen Angels, Master Shankarabi, and continue my prayers and asceticism."
He suddenly smiled restrainedly, "You may have forgotten. Duke Ezhaint. I am a devil with faith."
"Even if you know my true identity?"
No matter how urgent the situation is, this question must be asked. He knew this day would come as early as when he pulled out Diliule's soul to fill the hole. No matter how close we are, there are always walls between souls. He still had privacy, but only the most intimate ones. Dilule already knew everything he should tell Shan Karabi frankly.
"That's why I started calling you Duke. Instead of Holy Angel." Dilule replied in a very calm tone. It's a bit magical. This is a tone that lower-level demons would not normally use.
"I want to ask more than that," Icha said.
"You misunderstood." Dilule looked at him with that almost identical face, "I just chose the name you are most comfortable with. You are still our holy angel. For all members of the Order of the Fallen Angels, it is a foregone conclusion. .”
"You guys are so persistent about an accidental misunderstanding." Yi Cha shrugged.
"This is not an accidental misunderstanding." Dilule said firmly.
Icha glanced at him. The young face of the newborn demon and the weather-beaten face of Shan Karabi seemed to overlap for a moment. No matter how much he disagreed, he had no intention of refuting it. No matter which aspect he looked at, he had no friendship with the young believer. Just strangers with a high degree of information sharing over a period of time.
If at this level of information sharing, the other party insists on this view...
"Whatever." Icha said.
"thank you."
Dilule bowed slightly to him, "Then we say goodbye. I won't go back immediately. I heard your proposal - although you didn't ask for my opinion. But I agree. It's rare that I can help. He smiled politely again, "I will go back to where I should be and wait with the dean for you to fulfill your agreement."
"Um."
"He said thank you." The atmosphere was solemn, solemn, full of a wonderful sense of ceremony and a little bit tragic, until the loud beeping with an amplitude of three hundred.
"It's unnecessary." Icha said angrily.
"You don't ask me why I still have such hope for you?" Diliule said.
"Do not ask."
"Because you keep your word."
…
…
(This is what happened. Old Keqier. I forcibly appropriated the body of a member of the cult, tore his soul apart, forced him to endure the pain of rebirth, and then asked him to temporarily deal with an overly excited audience on my behalf. , and then go through them before being exposed and torn apart, and go back through the portal on her own - our Demon King will keep silent about this, but she won't be too
If you are happy, you won't treat him with any kind of kindness. He may not be able to bear the consequences of those programs.
As a result, he thanked me. praise me. Expect me. As if I wasn’t busy enough…
Wait, I seem to have forgotten something? )
…
…
Another mistake Duke Aurelu made was that Douma was not waiting for him in the ceremonial square. At least not now. This would be an underestimation of this duke with multiple identities. Duma Ainak is a rift hunter and a shadow demon. With a little effort, he can travel to any corner of the world. If he wanted to be alone even the slightest bit, he would get it.
Unless he's somewhere.
One he had to be at. There is no way to leave the place at will.
Echa went to Himundigan. For safety reasons, he once tried to drop Amplitude 300 in the study room on the fifth floor, but not only failed, but Willy Xiao also followed him with great interest.
"How could the author of the Hitchhiker's Guide to Hell have never been to hell?" Willy Shaw said clearly. But Yi Cha suspected that he just wanted to find an excuse not to go to work.
"I have one more friend traveling with me. Exactly three! This requires me to start recording. This is my specialty!" The reason for the amplitude of 300 is exactly the opposite. Unfortunately they cannot replace each other.
"I don't have time to take care of you." Yi Cha said. But neither the structure nor the quill had enough empathy to feel ashamed and gave up on their own initiative. One said, "Who wants you to take care of me." The other said, "Just take care of me when you have time."
Echa came to Shimondigan, carrying encumbrances, two.
Shimondigan is empty. Shrouded in desolate gray smoke, there are two more magic casting factories than before, like the corpse of some unclean giant, lying quietly among the rubble and bones. There were no Vegas guards to be seen around any of the factories, just lifeless bad weather in the sky.
All the devils here should have made an appointment to attend today's ceremony. The energy coming from the factories was extremely thin, they were not running.
"Wow! It's exactly as I imagined! It's really not in vain!" Willy Xiao shouted.
"What is imagination? How should I call you?! I want to label you!" Amplitude Three Hundred opened his eyes wide.
Icha didn't want to join in this kind of chicken-and-duck conversation at all. Take out the mirror and follow the previous steps to summon Duma.
A black mist appeared in the mirror, but the pair of evil slender eyes did not appear.
After a long time, the black fog slowly cleared away.
"No one is home!" Willy Xiao jumped on his shoulder, "Why don't we go for a stroll! I know where to go!" He chuckled and told the cold joke that had been brewing for a while: "I dreamed inside!"
"He's here. He just doesn't want to open the door," Yi Cha said.
"That means you're not here!"
"That's enough." Icha twisted the quill's head with the tip of one claw, "Look."
