ghost world

"What did you do to me?" Julian looked at the extra pair of wings behind him in surprise.

Mammon casually said, "A pair of wings have been inserted."

"A pair of wings?" Julian's eyes widened. Suddenly he stood up and stared at Metatron, "You're not Shipley! Did you insert your wings yourself?!"

Metatron looked at Mammon helplessly.

Mammon lowered her head and straightened her cuffs.Although he tried his best to conceal it, he could still see the slight shrugging of his shoulders.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" Julian realized that this was not as simple as a wisdom fruit being stolen.Thoughts raced through his mind, he had to escape from here.He had a hunch that the two in front of him were likely to bring a subversive disaster to the main city!

"You just said that many angels died on your bed." Mammon said suddenly.

Julian's heart tightened, "Who do you know?" Is it for revenge?

"You." Mammon said with a half-smile, "I'm curious how you let them die on the bed."

Julian looked at him intently.I was too shocked just now, so I didn't pay attention to his appearance, but now I take a closer look, it turns out to be surprisingly handsome.He was slightly jealous.Metatron's beauty is neutral, and both men and women will fall in love with it when they see it.Mammon's handsomeness has a unique masculine charm, which is enough to arouse the envy of most men.

"Do you want to try it?" Julian pushed his bangs aside, his eyes full of provocation.

In terms of appearance alone, he is definitely not as good as Metatron, but in terms of style, he is ten blocks away from Metatron.It's a pity that what he met was Mammon, and the amorous feelings Mammon had seen were enough to throw him ten realms away.

Mammon suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him up with one hand, "I want to know the truth."

Julian's eyeballs slanted sideways in pain, only to find that Metatron had gone out at some point.

Mammon let go of his hand suddenly when he had only one breath left.

Julian fell back to the ground again, his body slumped, like an old man who had completely lost his strength and could only cough continuously.

"You haven't told me the answer yet."

Mammon's smiling voice sounded from above his head.

The door opened from the inside.

Metatron stood outside the door, watching Mamen come out with a smile.

"Go directly to the city lord?" Mammon asked.

Metatron nodded and said: "This is the most direct way." From the fact that Julian didn't know that his wings were sealed, it can be seen that what he knew was not complete.But now all the clues point the arrow to the mysterious city lord Hippe, so seeing him is the only way.

"Go now?" Mammon asked.

Metatron thought for a while and said, "It's too attracting the attention of angels during the day."

Mammon stretched out his hand casually, and the chips in that drawer appeared in his hand. "Then, let's play for a while before we go."

Metatron glanced in the direction of the door.

"Don't worry, he must be very reluctant to show his face at the moment."

The gambling method in the City of Joy is quite simple.

The previous ones such as going to the dead and escaping from the dead are already considered quite advanced.The game in the hall below is not to bet on size, but to guess odd or even.Even Metatron can kill without Mammon.

After playing for almost two hours, only the croupier in front of them was left in the entire casino, and the croupiers and gamblers from the other tables came to watch.If it weren't for the fact that the croupier had already restricted bystanders from calling bets, the gamblers would have already bet their lives.But just looking at it is enough for them to be excited. After all, it is very happy to see a casino that exploited them be reversed.

Mammon looked extremely tired.At first, he clung to Metatron without any trace, and then slowly shifted his center of gravity over, until finally almost his whole body was leaning on him.

"What is this hand?" Even though he could win with his own hand, Metatron still used to ask Mammon for advice on every hand.

Mamen only cared about the body temperature coming through the clothes, and replied without looking at it: "Connect ten pairs."

Metatron moved the drawer that could no longer hold the chips into the "double".

The croupier wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "Have you decided yet?" While procrastinating for time, he thought depressingly that he had sent someone to ask Mr. Julian for instructions an hour ago. No result?You know, if he continues to lose like this, he may lose the entire Joy City.

"I've decided." Metatron maintained a calm and modest smile from the beginning to the end.

"Are you thinking about it?" The croupier kept looking at the second floor.In an hour, even if you run around the city, you should reach it.

"Don't think about it any more."

"You really don't need to think about it anymore?" The croupier rambled nonsense.

"Is this a new rule in the casino? You have to ask these nonsense several times before placing a bet?" A voice came out recklessly, which aroused the unanimous echo of other gamblers.

Metatron turned his head to look, and it was the Babu he knew before.

When Babu saw him looking at him, he immediately squeezed over and said in a low voice, "I'm a bully here, if you don't know anything or you can't solve it, please ask me!"

"Okay. Thank you." Metatron turned his attention back to the croupier.

The croupier gritted his teeth and began to count the chess pieces.

He counted very slowly, as if in slow motion, and the people next to him were so anxious that they wanted to rush up and kick him away.

A figure suddenly rushed down from upstairs.

The croupier shook his hand and turned his head full of joy and hope.

It was Isabella.I saw that her face was solemn, and the feathers on her wings were a little messy, as if she had just experienced a fight.She quietly walked behind the croupier and whispered a few words.

As long as the croupier can hear it, of course Metatron and Mammon can hear it too.

What she said was: "Lord Julian said he would let them win as much as he wanted."

The croupier's face became ugly.

Isabella raised her head, just in time to meet Metatron's gentle gaze, her face blushed immediately, and she walked around the table to his side.

Because she was too close, Mammon had to give up half of her body.

"Mr. Menon." Isabella whispered beside Metatron, "Master Julian asked me to be at your disposal temporarily. I will fulfill all your orders."

Metatron looked at Mammon questioningly.

Mammon coughed dryly and said, "I just shaved his feathers."

Feathers shaved?

Metatron expanded his imagination a little, and an angel with four fleshy wings suddenly appeared in his mind.

……

It's really not a beautiful picture, even if the protagonist is a beautiful boy.

Seeing that Metatron won another drawer of chips, Isabella was also a little startled, and asked in a low voice, "How much are you going to win?"

Metatron looked at the sky and said, "It's getting darker."

"You have plans for the evening."

"Yes."

Isabella said: "You can tell me what plan you have, and I can prepare it for you in advance."

Metatron said, "I need a carriage."

"Yes." Isabella didn't ask much, and turned to prepare.

Metatron smiled slightly at the croupier who was looking at him eagerly: "Let's have nine more 'doubles'."

"...Nine hands?" The croupier smiled uglier than crying, "Do you want to think about it again?"

"Need not."

"Is there really no need to think about it?"

"Yes."

"...Is it better to do it one by one?" It's really hard to delay the time if nine of them go together.

Metatron said: "Okay. I can wait until these nine are over before leaving."

"..."

The nine hands ended quickly, the chips were counted and exchanged quickly, and the send-off was even faster.This is the first time that the entire City of Joy operates with such high efficiency.

After Metatron got into the carriage, closed the door, and the carriage left, all the casino employees breathed a sigh of relief.Today's gambling game can be called the nightmare of all croupiers.

Isabella suddenly said: "Ah. Oops, I forgot to prepare a driver for him."

"..."

The croupier who entertained him before said: "It doesn't matter, the carriage has already left anyway."

"..." Isabella murmured, "Since there is no coachman, how does the carriage go?"