Chapter 96 In our treasure room

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 96 In our treasure room

"Holy Angel, what are your worries? You are ready to serve you." No matter what, as long as you see the calm expression of the Holy Angel, Sankarabi felt relieved and more pious.

"It's okay." Yicha quickly answered and said to the side: "Naruf. I'll do something. This is my home. If you don't know it, let Dankarabi take you to visit."

"Okay." The demon with the face of Elek Gur made a gesture.

"Please give him whatever you want." Yichao Sang Rakabi said.

"As far as you are told."

Yizha nodded, got up and left with ease.

A little girl with a pair of sheep horns suddenly popped up from somewhere and followed him happily. One big and one small figure looked like two asymmetrical cherries, and she said something and flew away quickly.

Single Karabi did not try to understand the incomprehensible situation.

"Friend of the Holy Angel. I am Shankarabi. I belong to the head of the Order of the Duke of Ichat." He bowed politely to the red-haired demon who was left behind.

"He has a sect?" Naruf was extremely surprised. "Good guy. He is really better than I thought! It seems that old Naruf is really lucky. Hahaha!"

"Yes." Shankarabi felt that any view of his friends who respected the Holy Angels was necessary. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hey! Don't you, yours. Listen to it! Call me Naruf!" The beautiful red-haired demon stood up, hugged his shoulder intimately, and thought for a while and said:

"No, let's call that name so that you won't be troublesome. Fuck it. I can't remember it. What's the name?"

"Elik...Elik Gul."

"Yes! Elek Gul."

The demon with the face of Irik Gur glanced at Shankarabi and twisted his nose, "What are you blushing? Is this blushing? Hi! Like a young child! Are you a demon? Is the fool!"

The head of the tutor indeed felt that his face was about to be lit.

"Friend of the Holy Angel. Please don't speak like this..."

"you!"

"Don't..."

Shan Karabi tried to keep calm, looking at Elekgul-a pair of large, dark golden pupils reflected in his eyes.

He was too close to him. He felt dizzy in the back of his head.

The omnipotent holy angel. I need your salvation. Immediately.

"What a fool." Naruf, with an Ilic Gul-faced face, burst into laughter and let him go.

"Come on. Help me this first."

She walked to the side of the bench she was sitting on, raised one end, and greeted the head neatly. "Why are you standing there? The handsome guy, help lift it!"

Shankarabi nodded dullly and walked to the other side to lift the calamity stone bench - forgetting that the spell I just mastered had a weight that could easily lift this level.

"Be gentle. Be gentle." Naruf instructed.

"What is this for?" They had already raised the bench on their shoulders, and Dan Karabi finally came to ask the question.

"This is my boat! My baby! Suffocation night!" Naruf squeezed his eyes sly from the other end. "Although he can only rely on this stupid chair for the time being, she will sooner or later see the light of the sky again. Before that, we must take good care of it."

Single Rakabi is confused by this aggressive pronoun. "We..."

"Ha! That's not. Are you not my good friend's believer? Then we are a family. Okay. Tell me quickly where is our treasure room? I'm going to put my dear suffocation night in the safest place."

Anyway.

Shan Karabi stopped thinking and took Yilikgur Naruf to the "Treasure Room of Our Family", and mechanically guided the locations of most places.

The weather is bad - this is the only one kind of weather in hell.

They landed on the porch and walked inward.

Four members of the Fallen Angels Cult passed by them.

"Master." A demon greeted in surprise, and the three demons gave in.

They passed by, and Shan Karabi heard whispers coming from behind.

"That's Elik Gul... Do you think she has become much more beautiful?"

"Why did the head of the head move the chair himself..."

"Does Elekgour confess to the prefect alone? What does the chair do?"

"You mean..."

Single Karabi feels very bad. But obviously there is no explanation.

"Is it really beautiful? Fuck. Old Naruf is indeed the best in any way."

Naruf deliberately twisted twice in a nasty way, causing a burst of exclamation, and then let out a summer-like laugh.

Shankarabi held her breath, pressed her face against the cold stone chair, and walked forward hard.

...

Treasure room.

A very inner-rear, triangular cone-shaped material storage room - this is a design that goes beyond the times. For stability, it abandons the hexagonal cone-shaped type that demons believe in for stability. Each side of the storage room is pressed into three reinforcement spells from top to bottom. When you turn the view, you can see faint green light spots flashing.

As soon as Naruf entered, she quickly grasped the environment. She caught a wide, long and tall obsidian brass platform, and directed Dan Karabi to place the stone chair attached to the suffocation night on it.

"The Duke said you...you can use the items here as you like." Single Karabi reminded.

However, it seemed that Naruf didn't need any reminder. She looked at it with satisfaction for a while, and then accurately grabbed a sand gold embroidered velvet cloth with a self-cleaning spell among a pile of soft materials and covered it.

Then he whistled and began to look through the three-leg storage cabinets with a cold metallic glow around him.

Single Karabi feels a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too quiet, the space was too narrow, there was too much dust, and I was living in the same room with this whistle-loving lady.

Fortunately, the silence was quickly broken.

"Do you have any good craftsmen here?" Naruf turned his head and asked him, his ears moving. "I have to build a boat quickly. It's not OK to keep my heart and soul in this stone."

"Craftsman?"

Shankarabi searched the word in his mind, and he had only seen it in books. "A craftsman who specializes in making crafts?"

"uh-huh."

“As far as I know, no.”

"Hi. I know. He told me. It's okay! Old Naruf will do it himself."

Naruf stepped on one leg with pride on a box of demons and hated enemies and waved his hand, "You go! Thank you, handsome guy."

"……good."

Shankarabi stood at the door for a short while and watched Elekgur Naruf rummaging through the cabinets, and quickly became a gust of wind.

He turned around and was about to leave, feeling like he hit a wall.

Looking up, I saw a pair of bursting eyes, and air conditioning sprayed on his face.

"Hand of Destruction" Evr.

"Dear Grand Duke Asmod."

"There is a strange demonic aura." Yifumi paused word by word, his voice was cold. "Not weak."

The Grand Duke of Hell was taciturn and stood on the top of the highest tower all day long to guard. Dan Karabi had never dealt with this guy at all. Since he had become a comrade in the Holy Angel, he had no hostility or disgust, but he definitely could not be called having any favors.

His face turned pale—the chin was pale, and Karabi could only see his chin.

Evomie sniffed.

The Grand Duke of Hell is basically invisible, but can feel it-or smell it. "She has two ages...three. The behavior does not match the surface...I have never seen it. Who is she?"

"Friend of Duke Ichaint." Shankarabi explained to him.

"I am Na...Elikgul! Hi!" The red-haired leopard-eared demon took his busy schedule to pull out a side face and waved to greet them.

"Command!" Evomi suddenly shouted at her.
Chapter completed!