This demon is highly suspicious.

"what are you doing?"

After staring at Gabriel and the little evil god for a while, Satania, realizing she couldn't understand them, looked at Rorschach beside her.

She suddenly felt like she had nothing to do all day.

My scenes are finished?

Tilting her head, Satania thought with a puzzled expression.

"I'm writing a work report for that Satan guy."

With a few taps on the keyboard, Rorschach sent out a report.

As previously agreed, Rorschach would send a work log to Satan every two or three days.

The above records the events of the past two days.

And on Satan's side...

"Respectfully yours, Mr. Satan."

"I am doing well here, don't worry."

"The funds you allocated last time weren't enough. Could you provide some more?"

"I want to eat lobster tonight."

"above."

Looking at Luo Xia's concise work log, Satan silently put down his tablet.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

"Oh!"

"It's making trouble!"

"Go buy whatever you want to eat!"

Looking at the 'work log' in his hand, Satan felt something burning in his chest.

Who cares what you want to eat today?!

Are you now making no attempt to conceal your use of public funds for lavish meals?

I knew you'd do this, but couldn't you have been a little more restrained?!

I'm the Demon King, you bastard!

He clenched his fist tightly and pounded it lightly on the table, as if Satan wanted to smash it down hard.

But in the end, he managed to suppress his anger.

He bought this table with his own money a couple of days ago, and he felt bad about breaking it.

As for the original desk?

The previous picture was dragged away by Qiye Lisi, who said she wanted to make a rocking chair.

The previous piece was torn in two by the excited Lucifer.

The last two pages were flung out of the window by Rorschach...

In summary, the desk in the Demon King's office is a consumable item.

Just as Satan was having a headache, a phone call came in.

“Dululululu…........”

Hearing the strange telephone ringtone, Satan felt an even bigger headache coming on.

That phone ringtone is the one Rorschach uses.

That's right, it's the one used by the guy who keeps his phone on silent 24/7.

One day, Lucifer overheard Rorschach's phone ringing and found the ringtone quite interesting.

Then they forced Satan to put it on.

Rorschach was particularly reluctant to come at the time.

I was the one who was unwilling!

"Hey."

"Hey, Satan, how are you doing lately?"

The voice of God came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing that familiar, cheeky voice, Satan sighed helplessly.

Since becoming God, this guy has given himself the face and voice of an old man in order to maintain the so-called majesty of God.

But when he was chatting with a few friends, he still spoke in his own voice.

Yes, although I'm very reluctant to admit it, this guy is indeed my friend.

"What's matter?"

"Can't I care about you if there's nothing wrong?"

God said with a smile.

And Satan............

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"Okay, okay, I heard you guys have some kind of hero training program."

After a minute of silence, God spoke first:

"I think this is really interesting, include me!"

"God said with great interest."

The celestial realm has been unusually peaceful lately, with nothing happening at all.

And then there's the serious-minded Gael watching over me as I complete my work.

God felt that if he didn't go out and find some fun, he would rust away.

"Come if you want, it doesn't matter."

Satan waved his hand dismissively.

He had given up hope of the plan.

Come if you want.

I've come to terms with it.

"Okay, okay, it's settled then."

Chapter 146 I'll Ordain You as a Monk

On the other side, not long after the hero team retreated from the sea of ​​monsters, they encountered a rather strange person.

"This child is............."

The missionary, holding a scepter, looked at the girl with some curiosity.

With hands clasped together and a compassionate smile on his face.

Despite standing barefoot on the ground, it was not covered in any dust.

Her delicate face was full of peace and tranquility.

Whether it was a misperception or not, the missionary felt as if he saw a golden light behind the child.

Is it an illusion?

I don't think so. This child doesn't seem like an angel.

In the eyes of missionaries.

Life forms that emit this kind of light are angels or similar beings.

At the very least, they would be archbishops or something similar in some churches.

But why is this child here?

The missionary found it somewhat incomprehensible.

But judging from this holy light, it shouldn't be some kind of demon, right?

After all, how could a demon possess such holy light?

Well, this young missionary naturally took the halo behind Pecorine's head as holy light.

In some respects, it doesn't seem wrong?

At least that's how it seemed to the young missionaries.

"Hello."

After thinking for a few seconds, Fo Xiao took the initiative to step forward and greet him.

Although the situation is still unclear.

But Buddha's intuition told him that the person in front of him was a good person.

"Hello, benefactor."

A calm voice came from Pecora's mouth.

I don't know why, but the moment I heard those words, I suddenly felt a little out of place.

It just feels uncomfortable to hear this face say such things.

But upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to have any problems?

"Um, hello?"

Although it is unclear what the benefactor meant.

But I suppose it's just a special name.