ghost world

Metatron walked on the street, attracting countless admiring eyes.

While Angels mostly have great looks, Metatron is clearly the best of the best.

Mammon stood in the invisibility barrier, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, those angels looked back, but none of them came up to strike up a conversation without knowing each other, otherwise supernatural events might happen.

"The angels here have all eaten the wisdom fruit." Metatron said in a very soft voice.

Mamen said: "Yes, you are not lenient at all when it comes to bargaining."

Metatron grinned as he scanned the shops along the street from the corner of his eye.As expected, Mammon is most concerned about business.

"Light of an Angel of God's Favor," a hand suddenly lay across Metatron's face, followed by a pair of huge white wings and a rather...wealthy looking angel.The pendant on his body weighed several kilograms. "Forgive my rudeness, I can't help your beauty," he said, reaching for Metatron's hand.

Metatron took a step back indiscriminately, not only avoiding the other party's harassment, but also blocking Mammon's way.He smiled slightly, alienated yet polite, "I'm flattered by your enthusiasm."

The angel stood up straight, his blue eyes shining brightly, "May I ask your name? Forgive me for being rude again, I can't control my heart."

Mammon whispered in Metatron's ear, "He's looking for the bottom."

Metatron's smile did not change, "Menon."

"My name is Bisty." He turned sideways, his waist-length blond hair dancing with his movements, "Will you give me the honor of inviting you to lunch?"

Metatron said: "Very happy."

Mammon's smile froze.

Perhaps, he should have said more bad things just now.

It was a tavern that Bisidie ​​went to.

From the perspective of decoration and scale, it is far from the passing standard of Mamen.But this tavern is already one of the most high-end places in the main city.

Bisidi pushed open the door, and the wings that were bigger than ordinary angels almost covered the light of the door.

The owner of the tavern greeted him.

He looked about 50 to [-] years old, with gray marks on both sides of his hair, and his waist was slightly bent. If it weren't for the pair of white wings behind him, he would be an angel at all.

"Master Bisidi." The boss is very enthusiastic, "You look really good today."

Bisidi smiled, "Dear Mammon, your greeting is really like a thousand years ago."

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"Did you hear that?" Mammon said after a long time.

Metatron's face was very calm, "Yes."

Mamen: "..." actually has the same name as a tavern owner in the main city of the Tenth Realm, and the other party seems to be aging.His heart is very complicated.Although hell did not prohibit other fallen angels or demons from having the same name as the seven great devil kings, but for a long time, no fallen angel or demon dared to do so.Not to mention heaven, it is definitely a shame to have the same name as the Seven Great Demon Kings.So he never thought about how to react to a person with the same name.

Metatron lowered his voice, "Perhaps this name is good for business."

Mammon: "..."

"What?" Bisidi turned his head.

Metatron said: "I like the name Mammon very much."

The boss was stunned, and then happily said: "I like it too. Although my friends always prefer to use Abaddon and Beelzebub, I think the name Mammon sounds more temperamental!"

Bisdey interrupted, fearing they would babble about the name, "Let's sit down first, man. I don't want to use my wings to support my weight."

The boss quickly took him upstairs.

Metatron was about to go up, but Mammon's chin was suddenly on his shoulder, "I like Mammon...is it true?"

Metatron walked forward calmly, "Appropriate praise is a kind of etiquette." He took five or six steps, and the footsteps behind him followed slowly.

The boss took them to the lounge, and after ordering, he hurried downstairs, leaving Bisidi, Metatron and the invisible Mamen in a private room of about [-] square meters.

"The fruit wine here is delicious, you must try it." Bisidi smiled, "Don't worry about getting drunk, tell me the address, and I promise to deliver you safely."

Metatron sat opposite, with a straight posture, his back so straight that it could almost be used as a ruler, "I'm not worried about getting drunk."

Bisidi raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, it seems that I have met a master."

"No, what I mean is," Metatron paused, "I'm sure you won't abandon me on the street."

Bisidi smiled, with ambiguous eyes, "You see very well."

Mamen's face was cold and stiff, and her fingers wearing the Black Star Stone kept tapping on her thighs, as if she was thinking about something.

Bisidi changed the subject, "Is it convenient to reveal your occupation? Please don't get me wrong, I just want to know if I have a chance to meet you again in the city."

Metatron said: "That's what bothers me. I need a job."

A flash of light flashed in Bisidi's pupils very quickly, "You mean..."

"As you can imagine, I'm unemployed," Metatron said.

"Really? It's really regrettable and sad news." Bisidy covered his lips with his hands, as if trying to block the emotions he showed in a split second. "So where are you staying for the time being?"

"This is the second problem I worry about." Metatron showed his hole cards one after another indifferently.

Mammon focused on every subtle expression on Bisti's face.He could almost conclude that Bisidy in front of him was definitely here to find out.The scale of the main city is not very large. Compared with the big cities in hell, it is simply a drop in the ocean.Therefore, the main city may have a very detailed population registration system.The sudden emergence of such an outstanding angel as Metatron will surely arouse the vigilance of the other government.This Bisidi is probably an official sent by the main city government.

Bisidy quickly confirmed his guess, "I think I may be able to help you with your two problems. Don't refuse, your rejection will make my heart hurt."

Metatron's purpose is to get to know the Lord of the main city, so he doesn't mind if the other party becomes suspicious of his identity and even wants to monitor him. "That would be wonderful."

Beasley: "..." His heart hurts too much?

"I mean, it's very kind of you to help."

"Ah, that's really great."

The dishes came quickly.

The origin of Metatron was revealed in this way, and it was not mentioned again.

After the meal, Bisti invited Metatron to the executive bureau in the main city.It took Metatron and Mammon a long time to figure out that the so-called Executive Bureau is the organization that manages the daily affairs of the main city.

Bisdi helped Metatron check in.

Only then did Metatron and Mammon know that all the angels in the main city had ID cards, and the opposite was the files left in the Executive Bureau.Including name, height, weight, hometown...and the collection of feather samples.

Seeing Metatron pluck a feather from his own wing, Mammon felt heartache.It seems that in addition to hair increasing agents, painless hair removal should also be considered.

After completing the registration, Bisidi took Metatron to the housing management office to receive a free room.

It turned out that all housing in the main city was arranged by the executive bureau.The size of the house is based on the length of time the other party stays in the main city, the contribution they make, and whether they are willing to subsidize part of the housing expenses.

When Metatron first arrived, the house he got was naturally the smallest and the lowest-end one.

However, despite being small, the structure of the room is good.

The windows are large, and the morning sun can shine on the small bed that looks very soft and comfortable.

Bisidi said: "Every year, the executive bureau will conduct an assessment. As long as your contribution reaches the next level, you can change to a bigger room. Of course, I absolutely believe that your ability is as good as your appearance." outstanding."

Metatron smiled and said, "Thank you."

"I'll help you register your job hunting." Bisidy asked the question he'd always wanted to ask, "How long have you been eating the wisdom fruit?"

Metatron was slightly taken aback.He thought he would guess that he came from a place other than the tenth world, but judging from his expression, he obviously didn't think of this level.He didn't want to lie, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he said, "I don't remember. This is the first time I came to the main city in my memory."

Bisidi said: "Okay. If this is the case, it may take us a while to find a job that suits you. Take a good rest first, and I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." Metatron sent him out.

After Bisidi left, Mamen walked out of the barrier and leaned on the bed, "His attitude is very strange."

Metatron thought for a while and said, "Maybe he wants to investigate me secretly?"

"That's strange." Mammon frowned, "Compared to investigating secretly, it's much more convenient to arrest directly."

"You want me to be arrested directly?" Metatron said.

Mamen smiled and said, "I want a chance for a hero to save the beauty."

Metatron didn't reply, "Anyway, this is a good start." If you want to understand a place, you must first slowly integrate into it.

Bisidi returned to the Executive Bureau.

The chief of investigation hurriedly followed behind him.

Bisidi closed the office door, "How is it?"

The Director of Investigation shook his head and said, "I can't find out his origin. What is certain is that he is definitely not on the list of opening wisdom in the past, present or future."

Bisidi pressed his head with a headache, "So, it should be the stolen wisdom fruit?"

The director of investigation obviously also thought of the seriousness of the problem, "Fortunately, you discovered it first. If the Supervision Bureau finds out, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Since the wisdom fruit was stolen, I have been sending people to keep an eye on it." Bisidy thought for a while and said, "Help him make a perfect background. Also, don't mention the stolen wisdom under any circumstances." Remember, that wisdom fruit has already been eaten by Zuo En, but he was too short-lived and passed away not long after."

"Yes." The investigation director said.

"Also, check his background secretly. I want to know how the wisdom fruit was stolen and who stole it!"

"Yes. Uh, but didn't you say you couldn't bring it up? How do I report it to you?"

"...One Wisdom Fruit is obviously too little for you."