MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 102 【Thanks for irrigation】

When Ceros faced the magic sword that blew up into sea urchins, and felt really troubled, Ansel was already living a flat life.

The Devil's Summoning Array is a good thing, so he can lie down.

I am still in the simulating witch hunt, but there is a careful supervisor. Ans El is lying on a rocking chair, with a parasol over his head and refreshments at hand, and Prullu lying on the side waiting for him rua, the black swan has a fruit plate underneath. The white-haired Demon King himself wears sunglasses, which no one loves.

Everyone feels very comfortable, only one person does not feel so... No, it should be a goose.

Black Swan: "…"

He stretched his neck, probed from the side of the rocking chair, looked at the position of Blulu, and looked at his own position, and panic appeared in the dark blue pupils.

How can this be!

No! Can't!

As soon as he put the fruit plate down, he wiped his feet with all his might, and was about to get into the rocking chair.

The position next to Ans Air is his!

Plush and Nuojiji, how to choose? Ansel was caught in this sweet trouble. Just when he was troubled, Vassago, who went to carry out the Demon King's order, came back.

Anseyer was a little concerned about the mark of the winged angel, so he sent Vassago out to search for related items. If there was scroll information, it would be very good. Vassago has a thousand tentacles, flexible and changeable, perfect for searching. At the same time, Ansi Er also gave him additional requirements, hoping to avoid the hero and his party as much as possible.

"Your Majesty, this is the harvest of this trip."

Vassago's tentacles organized a pile of antiquities into a small box, held it in both hands and handed it to Ans El, while some monster corpses were rolled up and placed on the other side, this is for His Majesty trophy. He even had enough energy to go around the brave man, and saw that several of His Majesty's human friends had gathered together, beheading monsters while searching for His Majesty.

It is worthy of being the human friend chosen by His Majesty, with a very positive attitude, which seems to make people happy.

Anseyer was picking up those ancient artifacts, most of which were precious alchemy notes. Although this thing is valuable, it is difficult to read in a short period of time, because the great alchemists basically have their own set of note symbols, one for confidentiality, and the other for convenience.

Anseyer is familiar with Amon's symbol system, but it does not mean that he can read these materials instantly. He can only read the general direction, probably about energy infusion, a very biased direction.

Is this what the reclusive alchemists study here? What does it have to do with the Badge of the Winged Angel?

Bululu accompanies him to read these materials. The Chancellor of the Exchequer has extensive experience and is proficient in various language symbols. Reading these materials still feels overwhelming. Ansair lowered his head and looked at Plulu, who had turned into a sad mushroom shape. There was really nothing wrong with a big head.

The black swan was upset when she saw that green tea scented slime, and was a little sullen with Ansel, and walked along the wall. There is also morning and evening in the ruins. At this moment, the setting sun is returning, and the black swan feels that the color is very similar to Ansair's eyes, so he raised his head and stopped to watch.

He just saw the sunset reflected on the wall, reflecting a line of ancient divine words.

[The angels stop here. 】

Anseyer finished flipping through the pile of things, but there was no substantial gain, and suddenly saw the black swan running back, putting the crimson beak on his lap, and then raised his head again, unable to stop Swing in a certain direction.

Black swan's expression without mouth pulling clothes is really a bit of Ceros's subtlety, like something new has been discovered.

The consciousness of Theros in the body of the black swan is able to understand the ancient divine language, which of course is due to the deep accumulation of the Asmodeus family. That sentence under the setting sun should be an important reminder. When it comes to angels, Theros subconsciously thinks of Ans El.

There is no angel more angelic than Ansel.

"Is there anything here?" Following the black swan, Ansel came to the wall. At this moment, the oblique light has disappeared, and the sentence written in the ancient divine language cannot be found. Black Swan thought for a while, and before he could come up with something, he heard Ansier stepping on the mechanism and making a soft sound.

He just stepped on it, but there is no problem at all!

Wait, is it…

Angels stop here?

The moment the ground sank and fell, Ansel was also a little surprised, but his reaction was extremely fast, and he immediately prepared the magic of flight and protection in the air, which was enough to deal with any unexpected situation. When he landed safely, before he had time to check the surroundings, he heard the short chirping of swans above his head, and the black swans followed.

He seemed to want to protect Ansel, so he half-spread his wings, showing a deterrent attitude. Ansier smiled, and he touched the goose's head to indicate that he was fine. Pruru and Vassago above also heard the movement, and they still did not hide their worries, knowing that they would not encounter any danger with His Majesty's strength.

"Your Majesty!"

"It's all right." Ans El waved his hand, he looked at this small room, it should be a small secret room for storing precious materials, there is no danger. After the confirmation, he let the minister above come down.

On closer inspection, Ansair found that this small secret room was actually dull, but the walls were made of a special kind of fluorite, so the secret room was enveloped in a soft light among. What is even more amazing is that there are actually countless reliefs on the walls of the secret room, all of which are carved with a winged angel, and the angel's face becomes more and more radiant in the soft light.

Such continuous carvings, such meticulous brushstrokes, such an expensive cost... It is conceivable that those who carve these angel reliefs must have some kind of strong feelings.

It can carve a wall of Lust City!

It was this thought that made Theros realize that there was something wrong with what he had noticed earlier.

Even if it is Ansair's sculpture, he is not willing to place it in such a small and claustrophobic room, but will place it in an open and bright space. He hoped that more people could identify with Ans El, and hope that his morning star would always shine brightly.

The secret room has the intention of restraint, shackles, and ulterior motives.

"Your Majesty, here!"

Bululu, who is good at treasure hunting, made a new discovery. I saw his soft body "swish" flattened, and got under the table. Several scrolls.

The small warehouse in the body is really very convenient.

Anseyer used magic to detect the scroll before pulling it in the air. After reading a few lines, his brows were slightly wrinkled. He handed the scroll to Vassago and made a slight gesture, Vassago then began to read it, and Pruru jumped and jumped below, wanting to read it too.

"Fallen Angel..." The supervisor raised his eyebrows slightly, "This should be a research note left by an alchemist here? I can't see that there are such madmen among humans."

Even with a weak body, it even touches the level of angels and demons.

Holding the scroll and looking at the engravings all over the secret room, Ans El can only hope in his heart that the unfortunate angel, the final result is a successful escape, not...

"It is said that when an angel loses his virtue, his white wings will turn black, which is the fall of the sky. Whether this process can be reversed, there are different opinions." Vassago said what he knew, but saw his Majesty Shaking his head lightly.

"No, Vassago, what you're talking about is a term that is popular in the art creation of the Demon World and the Human World."

"Actually, angels never fall, and their wings never dye."

Bright halo and white wings are standard for angels. Ansier has stayed in the heaven for more than a thousand years. He has read all the books he can read in the Planetary Bookstore, and he has never seen an example of an angel falling from the sky. What's more, he is an angel himself. Does he still not know if there is such a discoloration mechanism?

Anseyer was thinking about this when he suddenly saw the black swan tilting his head to look at him.

Ansel: "…"

Not great! As if being stared at by Ceros, he should explain a little.

"Cough." He cleared his throat, "I know because I read a book."

Good man, this sentence is similar to "I have a friend"!

But Prulu and Vassago were convinced of this, and praised His Majesty for his erudition. Black Swan was silent, looked at Ansair for a while, and then looked away again.

Always so witty.

So cute and witty.

Anse Er was relieved.

"Falling from the sky" is actually more like an automatic alarm. When an angel loses his virtue, his wings are honestly stained with dirt, so he knows that he is walking on the wrong path.

Some people say that after falling from heaven, as long as you do good deeds or overcome your inner demons, you can wash your wings and return to the sky... This is undoubtedly a more beautiful and effective mechanism.

Unfortunately, angels will not fall to the sky, all good and evil are covered under pure snow-like wings.

Ainseyer lowered her lashes.

Otherwise, how did the supreme heaven get to where it is today?

***

Heaven, Mercury.

The enthroned angel woke up from his rest. Today is his day off, so he doesn't have to worry about too many things. In the past, he would not only coordinate the affairs of the angels, but also submit reports to the consuls. This is a bit of a tedious job, but the host angel is happy because he holds this job...

It was like holding the ear and heart of the consul.

An angel came, said disturbing words, and handed over some simple tasks to the main angel. The Mercury Heaven is the closest heaven to the Supreme Heaven, and the entire Mercury Heaven is proud of it. They also have a gentle and responsible angel, which is the luck of the Mercury Heaven.

The principal angel spoke to each angel with a gentle smile. And when no one was around, the soft smile quickly faded from his face.

He became expressionless and extremely cold.

The lord angel looked at the highest point of the sky in the sea of ​​clouds, and his expressionless face gradually showed ambition and desire.

There-

There is still a golden bird with no owner.