how to seduce an angel

Dana stood at the door of the workshop, watching the back of Deville leaving, with an indescribable expression on his face, and after a long while, he said, "The performance was good."

I brushed my hair and told him: "Forge my knife well."

"You don't need to say anything." Dana hesitated before leaving, and finally returned to the workshop without saying anything.

I moved back to the castle from the lord's palace, and after that day, I didn't see Deville for more than half a month.

During this period, I went to meet the Angel of Wands a few times—their group of angels temporarily lived in the Angel Embassy—but I was really not interested, and every time I just exchanged my experience on weapons, it ended hastily.

One day, I took back the forged broadsword from Dana's workshop, and when I was a few hundred meters away from the castle, I felt the familiar magic wave.

I slowed down my flying speed, landed slowly in front of the castle gate, and saw Finn.

I didn't recognize him at first glance, but later I remembered that he was Novia's subordinate. He said he was going to move from the sixth domain to the ninth domain, and came to visit me specially.

I didn't listen to him very much. I glanced at the bookstore next to me with the end of my eyes. I always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. I nodded to Finn and invited him to my castle as a guest.

Finn was flattered and followed me into the castle.

Before closing the door, I set up a barrier around the castle.

"Lan, Lord Lanza?" Finn twisted his collar with his hands, and looked around, shy and confused.

"You sleep here tonight, you can live in any room except my bedroom. You can't go out without my permission, understand?"

Finn was stunned: "What?"

I ignored him and flew up to the top floor of the castle with a broad knife on my back.

The new knife was forged by Dana on the basis of a broken knife. He has been my weapon maintainer for so many years and knows my weapon use habits quite well.

Normally, I would definitely appreciate the new weapon, but now I don't have much in mind.

I am absent-mindedly sharpening the blade with abrasive compound, my attention already wandering to the bookstore next door.

Finn was thrown downstairs by me. From being dazed at the beginning to being stunned, I walked around the castle and finally chose the room directly below my bedroom. I tossed and turned for a long time, and didn't fall asleep until late at night.

A round of silver moon hangs in the air, and the arc light it casts is very much like the hair tie I gave Deville.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window for a long time. After calculating that it was almost time, I got up and opened the window and flew out, all the way to the Black River, where the prohibition set by Deville stood.

The sound of flapping wings came through the air, and I turned to face the forbidden master.

Compared with the last time we met by the river in Gospel City, now he is like a dilapidated statue that has been worn away by the wind and the sun.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of an opening sentence, so I said casually, "If I don't come out, you will stay outside? It's a bookstore again, so can't you come up with a new idea?"

Dwyer was silent, neither retreating nor approaching.

"You are not suitable to be a devil, you have no talent at all."

Not only is it not suitable for being a demon, nor is it suitable for activating the Beginning Magic Stone, nor is it suitable for being teased, ridiculed, or humiliated by me.

When I was in Gospel City, I lied to him by saying that I didn’t like gold. I would rather he continued to read his books and study his magic under the flower tree outside the temple.

Anyway, I have to mend the magic vein, and he has already paid the price, so he just needs to be his son of the gods in the God Realm with peace of mind.

Why do you have to be troublesome?

I guessed that my expression should not be very good, and if Deville on the opposite side sensed it, he took a step towards me.

I stepped back in annoyance, and said: "The fall of the Holy Land of Canaan can barely cover the damage of the magic vein; that knife was paid for by Birminga, you didn't die, he can only blame his bad luck; you lied I lied to you once, and I lied to you once, and this is even; the rest is that you fell into the devil world in order to wake me up, and now I owe you—”

"Lanza—" Deville frowned and wanted to stop me.

"I wanted to play with you again, but you really turned me off." I raised my hand, and a continuous transparent restriction instantly appeared, "Go back to your Nine Heavens, and don't bother me anymore. "

While speaking, a touch of black flowed from my palm and spread on the transparent restraint, only a "click" sound was heard.

This sound resounded through the sky above the two worlds of gods and demons.

Deville looked at the crack in the restraint, spread his wings and flew towards me.

I just have to do it here.

The gods will take the glory of the gods.

The beam of light formed by divinity and blessings rushed down from the Nine Layers of Heaven, forming a sharp corner on the bank of the Black River, smashing through the restriction with a crack, and swarming towards Deville.

Whether it's the aura full of divinity, or this dazzling light, it makes me extremely uncomfortable, it doesn't hurt, it's just uncomfortable from top to bottom.

I cross the bank, away from the beam of light.

Entrusted in the Resting Pool, surrounded by his own divinity, and the blessings of the heavenly father, Deville's feathers and hair faded from top to bottom to the original color.

I took one last look at the long golden hair hanging down like satin, and left this river bank that was patronized by the Heavenly Father.