ghost world

【A new official takes office】

Returning to the Tenth Realm, Shipley was filled with emotion.

I can still vividly remember the scene when I took Kasamir and led a group of unenlightened angels to the Tenth Realm.But now, among their group of angels, he is the only one who is still alive.

Casamir.

He looked at the empty left and right.

The gray fog overwhelmed his reason and also his pain.

At that time, he watched Kasamir fall numbly, with blood all over the ground, and remained indifferent.

But now, the old memories are rediscovered, as vivid as yesterday.

Shipley's body felt cold, and the sunlight covering his body was replaced by shadows. When he looked up, he saw a huge white cloud covering the bright sun above him, and it was drifting quickly from a distance.

He frowned.

It has to be said that he now has an instinctive resistance to cloudy things.

The clouds are getting closer.

It is a group of angels who spread their wings and fly.

Each angel holds all kinds of silver and shiny things in his hand.

Shipley thought that if he read correctly, the things they held in their hands could be collectively called pots, pans and pans.

Flying close, the angels divided into two rows in an orderly manner, passed around him, formed a circle, and surrounded him in the middle.

Finally, Mammon made his grand entrance.

Mammon, who was wearing a crimson gold-edged rose-patterned knight suit, sat high on the horseback, his handsome face was half hidden under the brim of his hat, his thick black eyes were condescendingly staring at him, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, "Welcome back."

Shipley smiled and said, "I heard that the Tenth Realm is booming under your leadership."

Mammon flexed her fingers and gently rubbed her forehead with the knuckles of her index finger, "I have to say that the tenth world under your leadership has left behind quite wonderful resources." None of them have been developed, so the reserves are quite amazing.

Shipley pursed his lips and smiled, wondering if he understood what he meant.

"In order to welcome you back, I specially arranged a welcome program. I hope you like it." Mammon said, took out a pair of earplugs from her pocket, stuffed them in her ears grandly, and then waved at the other angels.

Ping ping bang bang!

Shipley shuddered.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

The pots and pans sonata played crazily.

Watching the angels frowning in pain while playing, Shipley sighed silently, "Can I enjoy it alone?"

Mammon raised his hand.

The sonata stops suddenly.

Mamen said: "If you really don't like it, it doesn't matter." He said so, but his expression looked a bit melancholy.

Shipley hesitated for a moment, and said, "Maybe if I appreciate it alone, I will gradually realize the... mystery."

Mamen said: "For the rehearsal of this piece, I suffered from insomnia for ten whole days." Of course he would not admit that the biggest reason for his insomnia was that Metatron slept next door to him!

"It's really rude." Shipley blamed himself, "If you don't mind, can you play it again?"

Mamen said: "This requires the brewing of emotions. I must be honest with you, I am not in a good mood right now."

... Strictly speaking, Mammon should be considered a non-staff member in the performance, right?

"That's really embarrassing." Shipley backed off apologetically.

"If you absolutely want to make up, it's hard for me to refuse. Why don't you use another way." Mamen said.

Shipley asked suspiciously, "Other?"

Mamen dismounted and approached him with a smile, "For example, let's talk about the future development direction of the tenth world?" all contracts.He originally hoped that Metatron would let go, but Metatron very simply pushed everything to Shipley.

and so……

He looked at Shipley with a beautiful and sincere smile, "I really appreciate the original you."

Shipley was taken aback for a moment, and then said awkwardly, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble before."

"It's easy to say." Mammon smiled meaningfully.

Shipley, who inexplicably owed Mammon a favor for withdrawing the welcome song, was invited to Mammon's temporary office in the main city.

Different owners in the same office will show different styles.

Shipley remembers that when he was there, the office had soft beige curtains and contained only desks and chairs.But now, the crescent moon sofa, which is worth a lot of money at first glance, dominates half of the world.

The tea table is ground out of a whole piece of amethyst, crystal clear and translucent.The fruit bowl is white jade inlaid with gold rims, but instead of fruits, there are gemstones of various colors in it.

Mammon naturally sat down behind the desk, "Please sit down."

Shipley sat across from him calmly.The swap of host and guest made him feel very fresh.

Mammon took out a thick contract from the drawer and handed it to him, "Please read it."

Shipley turned to the first page.

Mammon handed over the pen again, "If there is no doubt, please sign at the end."

Shipley took the gold pen studded with diamonds and carefully read every word on the contract.

Mammon stood up and walked to the window.

The sun is westward.

Mehta should be back soon.

Well.What should I give today?

Roses made of precious stones?It seems so cheesy.

Black star stone necklace?It was rejected once because it was too expensive.Although he did not agree with Mehta's opinion at all.

Or...

"Every day is Valentine's Day?" Shipley's voice brought him back to reality.

Mamen came back to her senses, smiled and said, "Don't you think the Tenth Realm needs a little fresh energy and vitality?"

Shipley laughed and said, "I'm afraid they don't have so many lovers."

Mamen smiled sweetly and said, "Lover, one is enough."

Seeing his smile, Shipley was slightly absent-minded.It seemed that at just a moment, a string in my heart was touched, and it hurt my heart.

"I'm sorry." Mammon recalled something, and said calmly, "For your wife." At that time, Metatron reversed time and space and went back to the past.At that time, Shipley had not yet blackened, and his wife had passed away.

Shipley said in a low voice, "Thank you." He returned his gaze to the contract, was silent for a while, and then asked suddenly, "Can some Valentine's Day be changed to other holidays?"

"Like?"

"Couple reunion day, or, family reunion day."

Mammon looked at him steadfastly, and raised the corner of her lips, "Sounds good."

Husband and wife reunion festival...

Sounds like there's more to look forward to than Valentine's Day.

The Valentine's Day setting is an innocuous little proposal, but the real content of the contract is the future cooperation between Hell and the Tenth World.On this point, Shipley wouldn't budge.

So is Mammon.

The originally gentle atmosphere gradually became tense.

When Metatron came in, Shipley was engrossed in the contract, silent.

Mamen leaned against the window with her chest folded, with a faint sneer hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Aren't you hungry?" Metatron defrosted Shipley with one sentence, and conquered Mammon with a smile.

The negotiations between Hell and the Tenth World finally reached an agreement at the dinner table.

Metatron's maneuvers contributed a lot.

After the contract is signed, work handover is immediately on the agenda.

Mammon meant the sooner the better, but Shipley wanted...

"I want to give Hibbe most of the work."

Metatron and Mammon didn't look surprised at all.

Shipley said: "He's doing better than that."

Mammon suddenly sighed, "A son who works hard without complaining, sounds very good." Of course, this requires luck, in case the son is not like Hippe and Porgy... He frowned.

"Are you envious?" Metatron said abruptly.

Mammon immediately expressed her feelings, "It just sounds good."

"You can adopt one," Metatron suggested sincerely.

Mamen said: "I refuse any creature to share your attention with me." You can draw a conclusion without imagining that if he adopts a child, whose embrace will the child eventually fall into.

Metatron laughed.

Shipley was still waiting for an answer, "What is the conclusion?"

Mammon stared at Metatron without looking back, "Tenth Realm, now you have the final say!"