Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Sensing a familiar breath approaching with a strange one, Metatron, who was sitting on a chair with a cup of fragrant scented tea, looked back suspiciously. After seeing the figures of Raphael and Messiah He happily waved his other hand at them: "Hey, Messiah, Raphael, why are you here..."

The teacup fell to the ground with a "snap", fragments splashed everywhere, and the steaming brown tea spilled all over the floor. Metatron, who was holding the teacup just now, froze as an angel, his eyes froze. He stared almost out of his sockets.

Beelzebub on the side was surprised to see such an out-of-control boss, followed Metatron's line of sight but only saw His Royal Highness Messiah and Raphael, so he looked at Messiah and Raphael Bow and salute in the direction: "Your Highness Messiah, Your Highness Raphael."

Other angels who heard the movement also came over to salute and say hello.

Raphael, who walked over quickly, pressed his hands on the shoulders of Metatron who was still in a daze, and secretly warned Metatron not to move with his holy power, but said to the angels with a smile on his face: " Thank you for your hard work. You have been practicing for a long time. Let’s all go and take a break. Beelzebub," Raphael looked at Beelzebub, who had the highest status on the scene, "take them out of the square and go to other places to rest, don't get tired gone."

Beelzebub sensitively grasped the words "leave the square" and "elsewhere". He was a smart angel, so he respectfully answered Raphael and took all the angels away. There are only three archangels left around, "Messiah", Raphael, and Metatron.

Metatron looked at the "Messiah" who looked at him with cold and clear golden eyes without any emotion and opened his mouth, then turned his head and looked at Raphael in horror.

Raphael looked at him with pity, and nodded under Metatron's extremely frightened eyes.

Metatron's mind went blank, and after a while he came to his senses and immediately rolled down from his chair.

It really rolled, because Metatron was too flustered when he was about to get up, so he was stumbled by the chair, and then rolled off the chair.

No matter how embarrassed he was, Metatron directly got up from the ground and knelt in front of the "Messiah" in a standard kneeling position. His handsome face instantly turned pale, and his body even trembled slightly from fear.

Raphael also knelt beside Metatron without saying a word.

"Which key of the hymn do you think is better to change to a low tone? Isn't that angel named Angie's skin very slippery? Ah, and also, it's really hard for you to arrange the rehearsal for the celebration here, you really need to prepare chairs It would be nice to have some tea for you to enjoy, and then it would be nice to watch those my angels dance in short skirts for you, and it would be nice to have a beautiful little angel standing next to me, right?"

The silver-haired god curled his lips slightly, and his voice was neither happy nor angry, but every time he said a word, Metatron became more violent, and drops of cold sweat kept dripping down his pale cheeks to the ground, even Raphael, who was kneeling next to him, turned pale with fright, "Very well, Metatron, you really deserve to be my Prime Minister of Heaven!"

Metatron was like falling into an ice cellar, his whole body was icy cold, his hands and feet were weak, and he could hardly maintain a kneeling position.

Seeing Metatron like this, the silver-haired deity sneered, "Metatron, what kind of reward do you think I should give you?"

Opening his mouth, Metatron couldn't say anything.He closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, Metatron no longer trembled, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "My god, Metatron will immediately go to the deepest part of the prison of the fifth heaven, without my god's order Mehta will never come out." The prison in the kingdom of heaven, the deeper you go, the more terrifying the instruments of torture inside.

The silver-haired deity looked at Metatron, who was kneeling humble on the ground, with an unclear expression. He who could hear the voices of any living beings naturally knew that Metatron was serious. As long as he didn't give orders for a day, Metatron would really Stay in the deepest part of the prison until the mind is exhausted and dies.Angels are such creatures who keep their promises and are paranoid.

With a sigh in his heart, the voice of the silver-haired deity returned to its previous flatness: "Okay, both of you get up."

Both Metatron and Raphael looked up at the silver-haired gods in astonishment, especially Metatron, with some fear in their astonishment.

The silver-haired deity said helplessly to Metatron: "Do you really think that I don't know that you are doing nothing at work? But you can't do these messy things just because you are dissatisfied with Lucifer's extra work for you! If the celebration What if something goes wrong, not only the angels from the heavens, but also other creatures from the mortal world are here to participate in the creation celebration, so you want to lose face to the outside world?"

"Father God..." Metatron's eyes were filled with transparent liquid, he lowered his head in shame, tears swirled in his eyes.

Raphael carefully looked at the silver-haired deity and asked, "Father God, are you not angry?"

If he was angry like this, he would have been pissed to death by this brat who was always slacking off at work and leaving his own work to his subordinates to do.The silver-haired deity muttered silently, but his expression became indifferent, "Who said I'm not angry? Metatron."

Hearing that the god was still angry, Metatron knelt even more submissively, "Yes, Father God."

After thinking about it, the silver-haired deity who didn't know what to punish suddenly thought of something and asked, "Metatron, can you sing?"

"Meta can play a little harp." Meta replied anxiously.

The silver-haired deity nodded with satisfaction in his heart, "From tomorrow onwards, go to the Great Church to play for me for three hours at noon every day. But, don't let your work drop a bit, you know?"

It just so happens that you don't have to worry about finding an excuse to call the angel to relieve him, and kill two birds with one stone.

"Yes!" Metatron's mood at this moment can be described as ecstatic. If he didn't have an instinctive fear and admiration for the Creator, he might have thrown himself on the silver-haired god and kissed him twice.

After letting go of his worries about his companions, Raphael couldn't help being envious and jealous of Metatron, who was able to play vocal music for Father God for three hours a day. He looked at Metatron's bowed head. With that blissful smirk on his face, if Raphael hadn't been well-trained, he wouldn't have been able to resist giving that fool a blessing in disguise.

every day!To be able to spend three hours with God the Father every day!This kid's luck is too good!

"Get up. Rafael, accompany me to another place."

Hearing this, Raphael stood up, while Metatron still knelt on the ground and boldly stretched out his hand to grab the silver-haired god's clothes. He looked up at him pitifully and said, "Where does Father God want to go? Can Ta go together?"

The corners of his eyebrows twitched, and the silver-haired deity thought that this guy was really not ordinary bold and thick-skinned, but he didn't refuse Metatron's request, and he simply agreed.

Seeing Metatron standing up with a smile on his face, Raphael instantly became upset.So he looked at Metatron with a smile, "Dear Metatron."

"Well, what's the matter? Hiss—" Metatron's expression changed from a smile to a pained expression immediately.

Moving his feet away from Metatron's feet, seeing Metatron's wrinkled face in pain, Raphael's originally unhappy mood was immediately refreshed, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he said confidently: " It's all right now."

"you!"

Ignoring the tricks of the two angels behind, the silver-haired deity walked away, Raphael hurriedly followed, and Metatron followed with grinning teeth.

Seeing that the silver-haired god seemed to be leaving the square, Raphael smiled and asked, "Godfather, where do you want to go next?"

Stopping, the silver-haired deity thought for a while and asked, "Samael should be in the fifth heaven, right?"

Raphael was taken aback, but Metatron rushed to answer: "Yes, because the candidates for the Tribunal of Heaven have already been decided, Samael is training the members of the Tribunal."

"Then go to the fifth heaven to see Samael." The silver-haired deity raised a barely perceptible smile at the two seraphim, and stretched out his hand to each of them "Raphael, Meta, Hold my hand."

Raphael smiled and held the left hand of the silver-haired god. Metatron swallowed, and wiped his clean left hand with a handkerchief like Raphael did before putting it on the god. right hand.

They closed their eyes under God's order, and the next moment God let go of their hands and said, "It's here, open your eyes."

Metatron opened his eyes and saw that he was in an unfamiliar corridor and couldn't help being a little surprised. Raphael, who had experienced a teleportation, had already guessed that this should be Samael's palace in the fifth heaven.

A four-winged angel turned into this corridor from the corner. When he saw three noble archangels standing in this corridor, he was startled and quickly knelt down to salute: "His Highness Messiah, His Highness Metatron , His Royal Highness Raphael."

Raphael stepped forward to stand in front of the silver-haired god and asked, "Get up, is Samael here?"

The four-winged angel stood up from the ground and replied respectfully: "His Highness Samuel is in the reference room."

The reference room of the fifth heaven is full of materials about the law accumulated since the creation of the world. It occupies a room full of materials, densely packed no less than the books in the Academy of Heaven.

"I see, you go down." Raphael smiled.

The four-winged angel bowed respectfully to the three archangels and stepped back.

Raphael looked at the silver-haired deity, and asked meekly: "Father God, shall we go directly to the reference room to find Samael?"

"Raphael, take me to Samael's office; Mehta, go and call Samael over. Well... by the way, send an angel to call Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel. Go." The silver-haired deity ordered.

"Yes, Father God." Raphael and Metatron responded.

The author has something to say:

Huh, another chapter.

Hehe, I still don't want to abuse Mehta, so it's better to just scare him.

In the next chapter, except for the Messiah whose body is taken up by his father god, all the other archangels come to their father god to show off their cuteness.

Oops, I really think every archangel is so cute o(≧v≦)o