ghost world

The style of hell has always been vigorous and resolute.

As soon as Beelzebub received the news that Mammon had eaten the cake, he immediately summoned talents from all walks of life in hell and transported them directly to the tenth realm.

Seeing other races besides angels at once, the angels of the tenth realm were shocked at first.Although Raphael has already popularized the basic concept of the Ten Realms before, and briefly introduced the situation of the other several realms, but the introduction belongs to the introduction, and it is still shocking when you actually see it.But the shock was only initial, and soon they started to wonder about them.

The Goatman, the Tauren...are in a weak position in terms of numbers, so they are surrounded by crowds.There are also fallen angels, but because they belong to a relatively normal category in appearance, they have not attracted much attention from the angels.

Mammon and Metatron stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the noisy and crowded streets below.

Metatron said: "Aren't you going to stop them?"

Mamen smiled and said, "Stopping it will only inflate curiosity. Blocking is worse than sparse."

Metatron said, "I thought you'd be racing against the clock."

"Isn't the time wasted now an excuse for asking to work overtime in the future?" Mamen smiled meaningfully.

Metatron was speechless.

Mamen said, "It's been a long time since I've been in the Tenth Realm, and I haven't had the chance to taste the delicacies of the Tenth Realm. Do you mind if I invite you to dinner?"

Metatron said: "You remember..."

"You haven't eaten for a long time." Mamen said, "I thought you had made an exception."

Metatron smiled. "I can't make exceptions for everything."

Mamen said, "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

Metatron blinked, "It's an honor to receive the invitation from His Royal Highness the Demon King."

"This way please." Mamen took two steps forward, then stopped suddenly.

Metatron looked at his back wonderingly, but saw that he stretched out his hand suddenly and gently hooked his index finger.

Mammon turned his back to him, even if he refused, he couldn't see it.So, is this a hidden temptation?

Metatron smiled silently, and conveniently took a fresh lily from the side and put it in his palm.

Mamen grabbed the flower, sniffed it lightly under her nose, looked back at him with some satisfaction and satisfaction, and said, "This is the first time you have given me flowers."

"In return for inviting me to dinner," Metatron said.

Mammon snapped off the stem of the lily, inserted it into her coat pocket, and then bent her arms to extend a second wave of silent invitations.

Metatron looked at his arms, shook his head with a smile and said, "It seems that hell's tactics of pursuing girls are not much different from those in the human world."

Mamen's smile collapsed, "I didn't use this trick to chase other people."

"Really?" Metatron looked at him with a half-smile.

Mammon nodded without hesitation.

In hell, as long as he thinks, there will be countless witches rushing towards him without any tricks at all.He faintly realized the reason why all the previous tricks failed in front of Metatron.Is it because Metatron feels that these tricks are used to pursue women, so he feels very unusable?

He touched his chin, so what means should be used to court men?

The appearance of Yifeng dancing pole dancing in a sexy tights suddenly flashed in his mind.

……

Maybe, he should find another way.

The restaurants in the Tenth Realm are certainly not as luxurious as hell, nor as holy as heaven.In many places, the Tenth World is similar to the Elf World, with the same beautiful natural scenery and the same simple living habits.From Mamen's point of view, even the City of Joy, known as the most prosperous place in the tenth world, has an air of simplicity inside and out.

Mammon walked to Metatron's seat first, but she didn't pull the chair away immediately, but asked cautiously, "Would you choose me to pull the chair for you, or you to pull the chair for me?"

Metatron said, "Why don't we pull our own chairs?"

Mamen put her hands on the back of the chair and gently pushed her back, "I hope to have more interaction with you."

Metatron sat down noncommittal.

Mammon turned back to her seat.

Since the location was pre-booked, the food came out quickly.

Only vegetables and fruits.

This made the smile on Metatron's face more sincere.

Mamen said: "I have personally observed their way of cooking, and the original way, even if I haven't eaten for a long time, I won't find it difficult to adapt."

Metatron looked at the knife and fork beside the plate, seemingly thinking.

Mamen continued his efforts: "Supporting the catering industry of the Tenth World is also an inevitable topic to promote the economic development of the Tenth World."

Metatron smiled and picked up the fork, slowly scooped up a small spoonful of unknown green vegetables under Mammon's fiery gaze, and put it into his mouth.

The mouth first tastes the taste of the seasoning, with a milky aroma, and then the taste of the dish itself, a little sweet and a little astringent, which is a bit awkward at first, but it is very refreshing after chewing.

Seeing that Metatron scooped up the second spoonful, Mammon breathed a sigh of relief.The fork in front of him seemed to be pulled by a thread, floating in mid-air, slowly drifting towards the dish, scooping up the fork unsteadily, and then slowly drifting back to him.

Mammon put the food on the fork into his mouth, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Metatron smiled back.

The atmosphere seems to be good.

Mammon was secretly thinking about the timing of the gift.

Metatron suddenly said: "Do you have any candidates for the tenth world manager?"

"Huh?" He changed the topic so quickly that Mamen didn't recover.

Metatron put down his fork, "Or are you going to take the job yourself?"

Mammon reacted very quickly and said, "If you stay."

Metatron was silent for a while before saying, "I'm going back to heaven tomorrow."

Mammon's expression tightened, and her fingers gripping the fork suddenly tightened.

The fork handle is bent.

"When will you be back?" He straightened the handle of the fork and put it down gently as if nothing had happened, grabbed the napkin and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.

Metatron said: "It depends."

"The situation?" Mammon stopped wiping.

Metatron said: "I have been away from Paradise for so many years, and I need to go back to sell vacations."

Mamen said calmly, "Are you going to return to work in heaven?"

Metatron said: "Under consideration."

Mammon put down her napkin, picked up her wine glass and took a swig.

Metatron said: "So I want to determine the next manager of the tenth world before leaving."

Mammon grabbed the wine glass and rubbed it lightly on the tablecloth, "Who do you want?"

"Shipley." Metatron didn't beat around the bush.

Mamen nodded and said, "Very good candidate."

Metatron said, "You don't support Hibbe?"

Mamen said: "If Shipley shows up, Shipley will withdraw from the competition. It's not a matter of choosing one or the other."

Metatron smiled and said, "Thank you."

Mammon raised her eyes and looked at him puzzled.

"From the point of view of hell, choosing Hippel will help protect your interests. Isn't it?"

"I've seen Shipley before he was blackened, and I don't think he will trip hell." Mamen paused, "I mean, in the case of non-blackened."

Metatron said, "He'd be glad to hear you say that."

Mamen said, "I'm actually not very happy to hear you say that."

Metatron flinched.

Mammon stood up and walked slowly to Metatron.

Metatron laughed, "Would you like to ask me to dance?"

Mammon bent over.

Just when Metatron thought he was really going to invite him to dance, Mammon suddenly knelt down on one knee.

Metatron stopped smiling.

Mammon reached into his pocket with one hand, groped for a while, then pulled it out, and spread it open.

A pair of extremely delicate black star stone rings.

If you put two rings together, it is exactly the shape of an arrow piercing two hearts.

Mamen also raised his other hand and said softly: "There was a ring here, which I wore out of habit. But not long ago, I threw it away. Because since then, I have made a decision, from now on From now on, I will only wear rings for you."

The Black Star Stone is like a night sky full of stars, faintly blooming with light.

Metatron looked at the ring in his palm with a calm expression.