Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The nun just went through the transformation from a girl to a woman last night. As a result, Miria was repaired again this morning. I am afraid that Asia might cry when she knows this.

Because Asia was afraid of pain, this incident made her shed a lot of tears.

Although in the end, Ropey managed to send her to the sky with superb skills.

"Please forgive me, after all, I don't often use healing techniques..."

"Forget it, little thing."

Rope sorted his clothes and strode out of the study.

"Take care of Asia, she will try to meet any material needs she has. That girl has had a bad experience and is now in a period of hesitation to enter a new life. There may be all kinds of confusion."

"Please don't worry, sir, leave it to me."

Miria bowed confidently and smiled.

"No matter what, I have also served as the head of the cult for thousands of years. It is still within my grasp to take care of a little girl and let her enjoy her current life safely."

Her sect worships the "Black Goat of the Forest" and the "Supreme Mother", and most of Miria's secret techniques have been passed down to Shab Nicholas.It is also for this reason that when she is not in front of Rope, the girl has a rather dazzling maternal aura.

After arranging the work of his subordinates, Rope walked out of his building.

On the streets where people come and go, the rate of the black-haired youth turning back is surprisingly high.If it wasn't for Rope's ability to eliminate a certain sense of existence, it is estimated that the girls and scouts who approached him could block the entire street.

This is the charm of God.

Totally unreasonable, something beyond common sense.

But even so, from time to time a few people came up to him.

To these nameless people, Rope didn't even have the feeling of politely rejecting them, and there were only three replies from the beginning to the end.

- No appointment, no time, get out.

"It's really welcome, Lord Rope."

"Ok?"

When Ropey was about to walk into the arcade to regain his memories, a cynical male voice appeared in his ears, and the words were mixed with the world's impossible to know, his identity in the underworld.

The black-haired young man turned his head, and at the side of the alley next to the arcade hall, a middle-aged man leaned against the brick wall and looked at him with a smile.

Wearing a traditional Japanese men's kimono, he is handsome and has a bit of a movie villain temperament. His hair looks like he has failed to dye his hair, half blond and half brown.

Rope stayed on the man for a few seconds, and immediately judged his true identity hidden under the appearance of ordinary people.

A man with twelve black wings.

The angels and fallen angels of this world have very obvious appearance characteristics in terms of strength division.

Two wings are "lower angels", four to six are "intermediate angels", eight are "superior angels", and ten are "superior angels".

As for the twelve-winged angel, there is basically no hope of natural promotion.

Since the God of the Bible created the race of angels, there are only five archangels with twelve wings.

The man in front of him is one of them, the fallen archangel, the absolute authority who leads the fallen angel family, "Fallen Angel Governor" Azazel.

"What shall I call you? Posen? Angola Manuel? The King of Evil Dragons? The God of Demons?

Azazel snapped his fingers and counted the names of Rope's different regions in the past.

Rope tilted his head.

"Azazel, why did you appear in front of me?"

"Oh, oh, worthy of being the one who made all the gods cry, I really can't hide it from your eyes."

Azazel wore a Japanese-style kimono, but performed a Western etiquette, which seemed a bit funny.

"Governor of Fallen Angels, Azazel greets you~"

"Aren't you here for your subordinates?" Rope asked jokingly. "Your subordinates have suffered a lot of crimes with me. Don't you, as the fallen angel governor, have no obligation to seek justice for your subordinates?"

"Stop joking..."

Azazel's mouth twitched, and he shrugged helplessly at the black-haired youth's joke.

"That guy is completely self-inflicted, no matter how you treat her, I don't care. To be honest, I would also like to thank you, if the remaining guys ran back in a panic, it is said that Linali was very powerful. The demons caught me, I didn't even know they would do such a private act behind my back."

The Fallen Governor does have a high interest in collecting "artifacts", but he is also tired of war.

In order not to be considered excessive by the angels and demons, Azazel basically never resorted to robbery to obtain other people's artifacts. Instead, he used ingenious inducement or persuasion to let the artifact hosts give up their ownership of the artifacts.

The actions of the fallen angels such as Linali were completely against Azazel's wishes, and they were tempted on the edge of being alerted by angels and demons.

"Moreover, because of this incident, I know that one of my subordinates is planning terrible things... It is also one of the purposes of my coming to the world."

"A terrible thing?"

"Ah, maybe it's not worth mentioning to you." Azazel waved his hand: "Kokabile, the leader of the Ten-Winged Fallen Angel, seems to want to provoke the war of the three clans again. Before I start to arrest him Before, he had escaped from hell to the human world."

"Oh? Your news is a lot more interesting than the comedy on TV yesterday."

"That is to say..."

"But, Azazel."