The punishment was not very difficult - copying the regulations, reciting the regulations, and having his immediate superiors read more regulations to him. They are all standard rude and wrong punishments.
But no matter how reasonable it is, it doesn't make it any less comfortable. Xishu stared blankly at Lamel, who was serious and reciting Article 12 of "Etiquette for Senior Angels Today" with a stern face. He couldn't help but secretly began to hope that it would be better if he hadn't told her about the nightmare.
If she didn't know about that nightmare. I won't drag him into this trouble. Maybe he won't be punished.
After all, why do they want to help the devil solve the crisis? Even if he is a different kind of devil. A "good" demon like Dror. Is it worth taking such a big risk and paying such a high price?
Hmm...it seems that concealing something can be considered cheating.
Does concealing it count as cheating? If this kind of thing were to happen in the past, there would definitely be an entire five-section long roll wrapped in white cotton cloth to fully regulate this matter. However, a large amount of similar content has not been circulated to this day. Rammel did often criticize, because too many rules and regulations of behavior were lost in the plague of flies, so now the new angels are becoming more and more unruly and wanton. If this continues, the dividing line between angels and chaotic creatures will become increasingly blurred - when it comes to this, they will usually give him a blank look and say that he is the representative of this kind of degradation...
"'Bai Di' Xishu. What are you doing?? Are you distracted???" Lamel's cold dark blue pupils appeared in front of his face, and the cold air coming out of them made him stand on his head.
"No. I didn't do anything." He said subconsciously.
He realized a second later that he had just lied like this.
OMG. In the end what happened? He has never lied! ! Even if those trivial and redundant regulations had suffered heavy losses in historical situations (he did not feel too sorry for this, there were definitely too many regulations governing the behavior of angels themselves rather than too few), but the regulations regarding lies did not Lost light. It was very clear, very strict - and its consequences were very clear to him, and they were terrible. As an angel, he broke the sacred order so easily and told lies... Xishu was almost frightened to death by his loss of control. He was so panicked that he almost fainted.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lamel frowned. She reached out to pat his shoulder. Xishu retreated suddenly, and all the feathers that had fallen down stood up again.
Ramel stared at him sternly. He could almost see his own pale face in those eyes like a dead lake.
"Sir Lamere," he said. Unknowingly, I started to gasp. "Well... you listen to my explanation..."
"No time to explain." Lamel turned his head and fluttered a pair of slender and beautiful wings lightly. "Now come with me to the Gathering Wheel."
On the way, Xishu's mind was in a state of confusion. Nightmares about life and death. demon. The Wheel of Set. Order of Fallen Angels. Chief Dror. Commander Lamel, who had told him so much at once, had never mentioned the news. A lie that suddenly blurts out (and this is not a white lie with good intentions, nor a gray lie that has to be issued because of a critical situation, for higher interests or self-protection), it is unforgivable and black Yes, it’s over. Completely over).
He simply didn't know which thing to consider first.
Lamere said he was related to the man, Echaint Sincades. It matters a lot. So his sudden lie may also be related to the devil's connection...
No. This is making excuses. Although there are no complete and clear regulations in existence, he himself feels that this is very bad and un-angelic. He felt that his own feelings needed to be followed more than the rules and regulations of the Source of Order.
Xishu turned to recall the nightmare he had, trying to find clues in it.
The earth cracked open, corpses of the living lay everywhere, and corpses and skeletons of the once dead crawled out of the cracks in the earth. The appearance of absolute misfortune. But what does it have to do with demons and what they are about to do? demon……
There are indeed traces of the devil.
He froze and almost fell out of the air in surprise. Lamel hummed softly, and the wet power surged from her body, lifting him up. Xishu didn't have time to be grateful, so he held his head with both hands, as if doing so could pull the nightmare out of his mind and enlarge it.
The nightmare was not magnified. But he did see the demon. They were far away, and he was too frightened to pay attention.
There is indeed a demon in the nightmare's memory. His horns were redder than a star about to explode. Two strange creatures that he had never seen before (are those creatures? And, are those "two" creatures?), one on each side, holding one arm of the demon. Behind the team of ghosts, ghosts, and walking corpses, they seemed to be hiding something among the dark green clouds.
"Come in," Lamel said.
In the cloud-shrouded mid-air, all the lines of order moved slightly.
Xisu followed Ramel groggily, barely flying. Give him another chance, and he will take a good look at this magnificent building, which embodies all the best angelic wisdom and labor of this generation of angels. But now he really isn't in the mood.
Lamel moved like the wind in front, dragging him through one gleaming room after another, through densely packed pipes, seven stone chambers in which everything was carefully arranged. One long mural after another, full of powerful energy - the purpose of those brush strokes is not just for appreciation.
But Xishu couldn't appreciate it at all. By the time he reacted, they had arrived at a simple spherical room. There are windows on all sides of the room, and part of the wheel can be seen. There is a calling platform in the center of each side of the room. Stretching towards the center from six directions. Six stone platforms surround a spherical center. Inside is a slowly rotating ball of light.
"Are you ready?" They stood still. Lamel asked coldly.
Xishu had a vague feeling that if he told the truth that he was "not ready", he would be thrown directly from the sky 30,000 miles away.
"Wait. Sir Lamel! Whose voice are we summoning?" he asked. Fortunately, these words are not lies. To some extent. "I still have questions to ask..."
"A good friend of Chaint Xinkardestus. The Archangel Keqil." Lamel said.
"Who is that? A powerful angel...a friend of the Demon Duke...how...why did they summon him?" Xishu couldn't think properly. It was difficult to put any more burden on his head.
"There's no time to explain." Lamel said sharply.
She dragged him forward. Push him into the ball of light. Then he also stepped in.
