Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ivan, who stayed in the world, staggered back to White Hart Manor with a pair of bloody and dirty angel wings.

The two butlers went out to greet him in person. Seeing that Ivan and the pair of angel wings didn't say a word, they just accompanied Ivan back to the manor and watched Ivan walk into the studio next to the master's room.

Place angel wings under a giant painting of black and white seraphs fighting.

The painting destroyed by Allen seemed to mean disrespect to the seraphim, and Ivan found a tool to repair the painting.

Day and night, Ivan finished the painting carefully, bit by bit.

With his fingertips caressing Michael's three pairs of white wings emitting holy light, Ivan asked in a low voice, "Great Archangel, have you ever heard the earl's plea?"

"That lord, is willing to exchange a pair of blood-stained wings for Ling Huang's soul."

"Great Archangel." Ivan embraced the wings left by Li Er, "Your existence is to guide and protect mankind? Couldn't your love be given to my master? a cent?"

The helpless question didn't get any answer.

Ivan sat on the ground slumped and embraced the angel wings, muttering to himself, "I am also a faithful believer in God. Although my soul was once manipulated by the devil, the promise made by Allen to me in that soul transaction is his. One day, the souls of all the servants of White Hart Manor will be released."

"How can I not agree?"

"That is the pain buried in the heart of the Earl, and I must agree."

"Those servants are kind people, I must, promise."

Ivan didn't eat, drink or sleep, just hugged his wings and talked to himself like a madman.

After the housekeeper went to deliver food to Ivan on the seventh day and was rejected, she ran to the basement of the big kitchen and grabbed the older butler, "I heard what Ivan said, and now the count is trapped with his lover Underworld, you must do something!"

"I can't do anything." The butler stepped out of the coffin where he was resting, and took out the ancient scroll that was pressed under his pillow, "It needs that demon to release all the souls that have been captured in the underworld, and then the heavenly people will be willing to listen again. My voice. There is a condition in this family contract—no original sin.”

"Why are there so many requests for this thing inherited from your family!"

"It is our family's ancestral contract that protects the owners of White Hart Manor generation after generation." The butler pushed away his housekeeper's hand.

Allen, who was imprisoned in the Morning Star Palace, asked to see Lucifer again.

This time he knelt in the temple and asked Lucifer to untie him.

As soon as Lucifer raised his hand, the rope on Alan's body disappeared.

"Lord Lucifer, may I ask, what crimes have Li Er and Ling Huang committed?" Allen asked with his hands and feet tied up stiffly, lowering his posture and lowering his head.

"The third case, Satan." Lucifer sat lazily playing with his silver hair, "What?"

"Satan has hated Li for a long time, and he will not let Li go." Allen continued to ask, "Excuse me, is Li still alive?"

"The throat is being strangled by Satan, that Ling Huang..." Lucifer paused, "Just been crushed by Satan like an ant."

Allen frowned and closed his eyes, "Lord Lucifer, I have a question."

"Say."

"Why does Li'er look exactly like you?" Alan raised his head and looked directly into Lucifer's eyes. "It's not an exaggeration to say that he is the second Lucifer except for his hair and clothes. This is why Satan hates Li'er, isn't it?" ?"

"This question, my king is in a good mood today, so I might as well tell you." Lucifer slowly got up, turned into smoke and dissipated, and the next second came to the place where Allen was kneeling, and gently lifted Allen's chin on his face with his fingers Looking carefully, "Your appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are the second Michael."

"What..." Alan's eyes widened in shock, "How could this be?!"