"Ah. My sect. You are here." The demon who came was thin, tall, and extremely young. He fluttered his wings and landed in front of Shan Karabi. "You're busy with the other one. Will you be there soon? The first world is having a great time."
He spoke cheerfully, had an easy smile on his face, was not plastered, and his shiny curls fell to the tip of his nose. Rabbi Shan saw that he had a pair of extraordinary bright eyes.
"Dilulu."
The leader of the Order of the Fallen Angels quickly found the corresponding name in his mind—the face that Duke Ezhaint had used. The expression on it was obviously different from that time—even different from before. But this is not difficult for him. Every member of the Order of the Fallen Angels was personally brought back from the endless desert of hell.
"No," he said. "There is a purification ceremony waiting for me next."
"Who is dead? Do I know him?" Diliule looked around and saw the door of the small room at the corner was open. He raised his hand to draw a symbol on his chest and leaned against the table.
"I wish him a worthy death. A magnificent and grand death. At the very least, he will be satisfied with himself." He said with a smile. "It's really troublesome. Isn't it? After His Highness Beelzebub made that ill-intentioned decision, the superimposed purification rituals alone were enough for you. Death is also different from before. Death is death. No more. .No one has figured out how to face it. Fortunately, there are two of you now responsible for all this mess - but to be honest, my dean. This matter itself is quite confusing to me. What do you think? "
"Are you just here to ask me what I think?" Diliule's tone was quite similar to that of Echaint, which made Rabbi Shanca feel slightly uncomfortable. After all, he is a member of the Order of Fallen Angels and should follow their rules...
He looked at the young demon's clean and vibrant face, and his expression became serious.
"That's not true." Diliule smiled as if he didn't see Shan Karabi's expression. "I'm here to deliver the news from Duke Ezhaint. The Universal Problem Solving Machine Solutions Group wants to hold an application exhibition. Important members of the Homecoming Council are required to be present. In person."
"I can not go."
"What about the other you?"
"I just know that I can't go." Karabi Shan paused and did not continue.
He remembered something from the past - Taliliqi had just agreed to help them. The three of them stood in front of the lit bed. The man spirit moved back to avoid the flames, while the eyes of the two demons were glowing with heat. They had many agreements with each other, some of which were unbelievable. The floating thoughts made him I was surprised.
The young demon carefully observed his changes.
"Okay." Diliule's tone became soft and full of expectation. "I will confirm with the other you. But I still have to tell you everything first. You in front of me.
It may be a bit redundant, but hear me out, the universal problem solver can solve any problem. Willy Shaw is opening it up for use and soliciting suitable cases... I don't know the details, but if you have any troubles that can't be solved, or hopes that can't be achieved, you should definitely go to him, the sooner the better. "
"As I said before, I already have arrangements." Rabbi Shan said calmly.
"You can directly raise the request at the meeting tomorrow. In person. Otherwise you may raise it. I will also go. Help you start and add what you are embarrassed to say. I am different now from before, dear professor. Long. I know what I'm going to say."
"I know." Rabbi Shan said.
Dilule looked at him. Then he shook his head.
"You won't go. I guess. You probably won't go." He sighed directly as if he was sure. "If Duke Zhante comes to invite you in person, will you go?"
"It has nothing to do with this, Xiao Di. If you have nothing to do, go to Shuan Niu to help. I only need one for the purification ceremony."
"What about tomorrow?"
"This is a public event for Wei Xing Qi Meng. The Order of Fallen Angels will naturally ensure that there is enough power to be present."
Shankarabi stood up and walked to the small room, began to collect the corpse, and returned the power of chaos to the lifeless body. For two purposes that are not common among demons: to render the released souls unusable by soul energy, and to bring order. Very necessary for them.
The method used naturally came from the work of Duke Ezhaint.
"A small piece of research is better than nothing," he said. As in any other moment, he calls the thing to which the other has devoted his life, whether it be an act of heroism or evil: "little."
Karabi Shan was immersed in his work. It took him a while to realize that Diliuler had not left, but had followed him in, folding his arms and leaning against a spitting statue.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Shankarabi didn't stop. He picked up a rough stone bottle and put it at the mouth and nose of the statue to collect water. The statue looks like a goddess standing on the waves, somewhat similar to Norole, but with bigger eyes, a rounder chin, and thinner limbs.
Dilule shrugged.
"You have become a lot stronger recently. In all aspects." Rabbi Shan said, carefully pouring the contents of the bottle through the crack on the top of the corpse's head. "There are many things that the Order would not be able to do without you."
"You don't know what I've been through. Ah, you know. Because you were right there." Diliule smiled, but it looked a little forced.
"Prince," he said again, "you brought me into the Order when I was only three months old. I didn't even know how to chew liver at that time."
"The time is indeed not short." Rabbi Shan nodded. "But not long either."
"Indeed. Otherwise, we low-level demons would have turned into angels long ago. Do you want to listen to me once? We have always listened to you." Diliule glanced at him, "I have always believed with all my heart..."
"Come here." Rabbi Shan said. "Hel him up."
Diliule was relieved and went to help the demon corpse that was slowly evaporating. The corpse shook, and the head made a "ripple" sound. The water that had just been poured in leaked out from its broken lips and splashed.
Excruciating pain. The young demon stumbled backwards, shaking his arms that were touched by the water.
In the blink of an eye, the wound fester instantly. The pus and blood were thrown out along the arc.
"Holy water. This is holy water."
His back hit the wall hard, buzzing in pain. Shan Karabi stabilized the body and rushed over. Green light spots gathered between his hands, and then focused on Diliule.
After a while, the pain disappeared.
The young demon opened his eyes wide and found that the injured area had become intact.
Karabi Shan wiped his hands on a piece of leather.
Dilule wanted to pick up the piece of skin, but then retracted his hand. "You were also touched by the holy water. But you're fine." He scratched the hair on the back of his head. "Priest."
Karabi Shan stopped. Look at him. Flat and ripple-free as always.
"Xiao Di."
"Um?"
"The Order of the Fallen Angels is no longer suitable for you."
"I know. I've known it for a long time..."
"what to do?"
"Ha. You asked me what to do."
"what to do?"
"Then...then...
"You can go wherever you want."
"I have been to many places. Master."
"Like a devil. Like Duke Isaac."
"I've always been a devil. Ah, it's not like..."
"no."
They paused for a moment, until the body couldn't wait any longer.
"Then...goodbye?" Dilule finally said.
"Goodbye," Rabbi Shan finally said.
"Oh. Goodbye."
"Let's go."
"Goodbye, Master."
"goodbye."
"Goodbye. Goodbye! Goodbye—"
Rabbi Shan listened intently until silence returned to the church.
"Thank you," he said to the spitting statue before continuing the ceremony.
The statue moved a little and snorted. The voice is crisp and childish.
"It's not a big deal," Le Che said.
(End of chapter)
