Chapter 254: Echaint's commission

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 254: Echaint's commission

Chaos Hell Plane.

Naruf received another letter from Echaint, just three days apart from the last one.

"Please help me ask Alexander's Hanging Ghost about the 'Shepherd'," the letter said.

"Alexander Hanging Ghost, who is that?" She turned her head and asked Dan Karabi in a thick voice.

"I wonder if it was a tree of hell?" the headmaster replied cautiously, "a tree as old as the Chaos Hell grows on the border of purgatory. I have heard this name."

Also, I heard that Alexander's eccentric temper is proportional to the length of his age.

The headmaster did not mention it much. Despite the truth.

"I remember it a little, but there is only a sapling on the border of Purgatory." Naruf said.

"That was ninety million years ago."

"Ahhh! I know."

Naruf laughed. "You are so awesome. I always remember to remind me what month it is today. But I have gradually become aware of this. Okay, let's go."

Without further ado, she quickly turned the bow of the suffocating night.

"We won't go to see Duke Orelo?"

Shan Karabi looked at her. "We are a little late. Duke Aurelu will be anxious. I remember she mentioned that this time the entire association will arrive, and she also invited other guests."

Naruf has strange abilities.

Perhaps because of possession with Irikgul, Shan Karabi couldn't see her person - I believe other demons couldn't see it even more.

After all, he often stayed with her. The most common thing - when he thought of this, he felt warm and comfortable in his stomach.

Without relying on anything related to the person, Naruf quickly obtained the entry tickets for several demon groups and even gained a significant position in it.

Most of the group single Karabi never even knew that they existed, and some of them were obviously established recently.

The "Ligging Association" that I was going to meet today is one of them, hosted by Duke Orilu - often performing activities that make Dan Karabi red and have to avoid.

However, this is already a rare peace organization in hell - Peace means that they will not eat up strange and uninvited guests who come to the door at the first time.

In short, Naruf quickly aroused Orrelu's interest after joining the association.

Soon, every time the Licking Association was open, Orilu would send invitations to invite Naruf to the audience.

"It's not bad. The boy."

When talking about these things, Naruf always explained indifferently. "If we want to find the relics of my time, we should meet these little girls more. Send all the news and help them together will only find them faster."

It sounds very simple.

But Shan Karabi felt that it was magical. He didn't understand how the captain asked other demons to help him.

The demons do not have a heart for no reason (and no reason for it), and it is difficult to ask them to help do something that doesn't sound like a feast.

The Holy Angel said that it can be "negotiated" to reach a "deal".

However, Single Karabi thinks this trick is not universal to most demons.

"If you want to negotiate with a strange demon, you must meet two basic conditions. First, it cannot smell bad. Secondly, it cannot smell good.'" Duke Ichat said so.

The head of the tribe was able to fully understand the holy meaning: it cannot cause disgust or appetite.

But Naruf smells nice...

"What's there to be anxious? Hi. Let Oriolu wait.

I will see the guests today sooner or later. And before me, her activities were not organized, but she was not doing well."

Naruf's light and pleasant voice pulled the head's thoughts back. "I Chainth asked us to chat with the saplings. Then let's go chat with the saplings. Other things can be done later.

I said, everyone should learn to be patient. This is the valuable experience of Old Naruf." She said while holding the helm with a beautiful hand.

"We're going to go there like this?"

Shankarabi had no objection to the mission of the Holy Angel, but the visit seemed too hasty. He asked hesitantly: "Will Alexander Hanging Ghost be happy to speak?"

"I don't know!" Naruf simply waved his hand.

Dan Rakabi was stunned: "If you pass by rashly, he will likely attack us."

"We don't have to think about this." Naruf laughed, "Don't use his brain! This is the benefit of dealing with smart people - he has already used his brain for you.

If that sapling would be so willful to us, Chaint would have considered it.

Since he asked us to go, there was a reason to ask us to go. Let's go."

Shan Karabi felt completely convinced and nodded.

...

The night of suffocation drove quickly towards Purgatory.

The journey is pleasant.

Many buildings halfway up from the ugly dark mountains and the desolate cracks of the earth, and swiftly by them—

They have already paid back to E-Check, which is a new trend in recent days. There are more new trends in hell in the last month than in the past few decades.

They were chatting as they looked down and discussed the huge changes in Fire Lessen from the sea to a stream.

Naruf has already accepted the ever-changing changes over the past 90 million years, and his attitude has changed from "a pity" to "Let me tell you how fierce I was back then."

Single Karabi is used to silence, and Naruf chatters just right.

Too pleasant.

So when it was time to the brink of purgatory, the head of the prefect realized the serious problem:

They couldn't find where Alexander's Hanging Ghost was.

Naruf was not at all distressed, and jumped out and shouted directly at the edge of "saplings~" and "saplings~".

"Why."

Shan Karabi felt that it was inappropriate, but she couldn't tell the reason. She was just following her very close place.

"Strange. It should be here." Naruf hung on the edge of the abyss and gestured for a moment.

Shankarabi looked down. Several pale water marks crawled towards them from the bottom of the abyss, and for a moment, they were a little dazed-

I saw an inconspicuous small branch stretching out between the dark brown rock walls that looked like ugly scars.

He felt aroused in his heart and patted Naruf.

"Isn't this a real sapling?" the captain glanced at it and smiled.

She shouted in a circle without success, then raised her waist and placed her hand on her forehead to look into the distance - this was really an unnecessary and extremely beautiful action.

"Dear Alexander Hanging Ghost, do you know who the 'Shepherd' is?" Shan Karabi pursed her lips and said seriously at the twig under the cliff.

"I almost forgot."

Naruf leaned over unexpectedly, and his smooth arms were staking his neck. "Where is the Viagra here? Come and ask them."

"Wiga Demon?"

Single Karabi repeated the word.

Viagra is also known as the Lord of the Abyss. The Holy Angel mentioned it.

They are formed by the gathering of the cruelest broken souls in the abyss.

Race, habits, and the place where they are located are too remote, they often ignore the leadership of the King of Demons, live in purgatory to divide the territory, forming one small kingdom after another.

But that was a few centuries ago. Duke Ichat also said that for some reason this race gradually disappeared, and purgatory eventually became rare...

"Oh? Let me hear, who cares about Viagra?"

The branches trembled, and a sharp sound began.
Chapter completed!