Behemoth suppressed his heartache and after celebrating his birthday, he focused on watching Napponil eat cake.

The Demon Dragon would not say that he really wanted to swallow the little holy son and the sweet cake together.

Maybe it can digest a little divine blood.

His coveted eyes made Alai a little wary. Yarman, who is also a dragon clan, didn't say much under his high-level dragon power, but if Behemoth dared to touch Napponil, even if he "fights the following", he would kill Behemoth.

The only one who was present was Haniya, who was gently rubbing Nebownier's mouth, "Don't eat everywhere, your Metatron father will be unhappy."

"Meta is not here!" Naipanil happily told the truth.

Obviously, he was also abused from the inside out by Metatron's etiquette training.

Behemoth curled his lips and reached out to pick up the plate and knife and fork from the table. These guys invited him over, but none of them took the initiative to help him with that thing. Cut off a large piece of cake. Behemoth chewed it with a bite, but it seemed elegant but actually rude, and his cheeks were chewed. The demons didn't play with the cumbersome angels's cumbersome rituals, and all manners were used to fool outsiders.

Who made the angels in the past call them despise them, all demons were vulgar and wild things. The king-level demon who was trampled and hurt his feet immediately went back to learn a set of similar etiquettes, and opened a demon academy in private, requiring advanced demons to further study etiquette courses!

That bloody and tears made Behemoth subconsciously take it lightly, and he did not let the knife and fork touch the plate while dining.

Haniya took the time to look at him and said in surprise: "The devil also learns etiquette. I think you don't like this kind of troublesome things?" Haniya accidentally complained about trouble, and was forced to do so by the Messiah back then.

Behemoth choked and said proudly: "How can a demon be worse than an angel?"

Haniya smiled and said, "Yes, yes, but you... put down your raised feet first, otherwise you will ruin Nair."

Behemoth sat quietly and upright.

Naipanil held his fork in his mouth, his glass-like golden eyes turned around, watching the adults' every move.

Haniya knew that Naipanil had a strong learning ability and said with special emphasis: "Some things that you have seen, but they do not mean that you have to imitate them. You have to learn the things that you think are beautiful and noble from the bottom of your heart."

Naipanil looked at Behemoth again, his saliva seemed to be flowing down the fork.

“So beautiful—”

Haniya: “…”

Behemoth twitched, "...Little devil, what did you see again?"

"It's dark, but so beautiful, so beautiful! Beautiful than black stones." Naipanil's growth environment limited his understanding of darkness, and his face turned red and could not describe the color of Behemoth's reverse scales.

"Nair, slow down, and say carefully, don't worry."

Haniya finally didn't regret bringing Nair to the mortal world and kept it in heaven. God knew what it would look like.

After Naipanil finished his "praise" to the black scales, Behemoth's mind had already outlined a four-dimensional appearance of "beautiful than stones", "slimmer than fish scales", and "that can make the mermaid sister drool". Fortunately, he knew that Naipanil was talking about his scales, otherwise he wouldn't be able to guess what he was talking about.

Behemoth said to Hania, who looked speechless, “The education level of heaven is worrying.”

Haniya pressed her forehead with her hands.

Nair is only five years old! In the past five years, Heaven has only taught him etiquette and the cognition of high-end items, as well as the matter of starry sky. Neil has no vocabulary in his mind about darkness and demons.

This is the little holy son who is whiter than white paper.

Behemoth thought seriously about whether to abduct the other party, and maybe he could pinch the Messiah's fatal hole and let him untie the devil's bondage.

"I will teach him more knowledge when I arrive in the mortal world." Haniya knew that he was a little disdainful, so she picked up the child who only knew how to act spoiled and said, "Human lifespan is very short, and the room for growth is even greater. If you underestimate Naipanil at this time, there is no problem. When you come back ten or twenty years later, I promise you will not look at him from the perspective of the past."

Naipanil listened to his father half-knowingly, pouted and said, "It's Naipanil, not Naipanil."

Haniya patted his head, "Call you full name in regular occasions."

The interaction between father and son was warm and straightforward. Behemoth's heart tightened and knew that Hania was right.

Hania was not regarded as the Messiah's weakness by many demons and tried to take the child from the Messiah, but in the end the demon who dared to do such a thing disappeared without a trace, not knowing whether it was life or death. Haniah, who had no protection power at all, gradually turned from a child who was scared to tears to a man who was alone and was not afraid of it even though he was not afraid of it.

What decades have been for the demon?

It may be a period of time of eating, drinking, having fun, or sleeping two or three times.

Behemoth was suddenly frightened by the potential of human beings. The lifespan of human beings made the demon feel short and insignificant, but it can be used as a demon for tens of thousands of years in a few decades. Realizing that the potential of human beings, there will be three generations of reproduction power in less than a hundred years. Behemoth was a little scared. The reproduction power of the demons is simply not worth mentioning in the human race!

After eating the Abyss Dragon, the cake was not delicious, and his ears moved slightly. He heard Naipanil chewing on the fruit on the cake and said vaguely: "Grandpa makes the most delicious things."

grandfather!

Something the Messiah made!

The depressed Behemoth was no longer depressed. He ate the dessert made by Satan in the future, and it turned out to be sweet to the bottom of his heart.

Because the cake was not small, Hania kindly packed part of Behemoth. Behemoth returned to hell with the leftover cake. When he entered through the gate of hell, the demons who were avoiding along the way moved their noses and smelled the sweetness of cream in the package. They looked at the high-level demon in surprise. The mysterious and tall image collapsed. Does this adult actually like to eat sweets?

The ordinary demon didn't know Behemoth, and not many people knew Behemoth and dared to say hello. It happened that a king-level demon was coming out for a walk. When he smelled the smell, he had a big appetite and immediately stopped Behemoth.

"What delicious food did you bring in the mortal world? Give me a portion?"

"No."

Behemoth passed over him and walked proudly to the bottom of hell. The king-level demon stayed beside him, and his curiosity became stronger. "Isn't it just a food? I didn't smell any other smells. Give me a piece and I will pay you hell coins." Behemoth refused to give it to him, but instead aroused suspicion in the bones of the king-level demon, "Isn't it eaten?"

Behemoth looked at him with contempt and opened the package, and the box inside contained a large piece of cake decorated with fruit.

The king-level demon was no longer interested and cursed in disappointment: "This is the thing."

After Behemoth was far away from him for thousands of meters, he gloated and used magical voice transmission, saying, "This is the food made by the Messiah for his grandson. Why should I share it with you, idiot."

The figure of the king-level demon froze and ran to Behemoth in anger. Unfortunately, Behemoth is a dragon born to fly, so he is naturally not afraid of any king-level demon than speed. He brought his treasures back to a safe palace. Behemoth's appetite increased greatly. He sat on the throne and started eating to replenish the physical strength he had consumed while running.

The Messiah produces must be a fine product, including small foods that are also extremely delicious.

Thinking of the two decathlon candidates, Behemoth touched his chin and compared Barr, the tyrant who was the best in hell, with the Messiah and Lucifer. His image was not good, his behavior was rude, and his strength was far inferior to the kingdom of heaven. He was the Son of the Shrine and the Morning Star of Light. No wonder Hell chose them. Without talking about light and darkness, they were indeed the best creatures in the Three Realms.

Whoever falls into the world will have endless benefits to hell. Behemoth is looking forward to the opportunity that the Messiah said.

However, the time is not complete at present, and the three realms are concerned about the replacement of the rights of the Holy See of Light.

If you want to control the Holy See, the mind, means, charm, and identity needed to control the Holy See, all of which are indispensable, and the most important thing is to have an identity that convinces all believers. Naipanil successfully met one of the standards, and the remaining three items depend on Haniya's future education. As long as Naipanil is not a waste, he can definitely take over the Holy See.

In the Church of Light, Alai looked at Haniah teaching his son like a Messiah, with a smile overflowing in his eyes. He walked out from one side of the hall, and through the winding path, he saw Yarman lying on a certain position in the lawn basking in the sun.

Alai sat down next to him with his knees, "Yalman, we have lived a wonderful life in this century."

"Alai..." Yarman glanced at him with his confused dragon eyes, and grinned and said, "It's not just wonderful, I feel like I've seen the change of times. Messiah, Haniya, now Naipanil, there will be a little holy son in the future. I don't know how far the Messiah's blood can spread to."

Alai leaned his chin against his knees and smiled softly, "Even with their beauty, the Holy See will not perish."

Yarman smacked his lips, "I don't know when there will be a little saint, or if a girl is more delicate and gentle, otherwise there will never be any creature in this world who can marry the Holy Son of our Holy See. Ah! No, the Messiah will definitely not be happy to have a granddaughter marry, that stingy."

"Silly Dragon, do you think Hania is a descendant of the Messiah?"

"I have been shaken before, but now I believe in this, the Messiah is not like a guy who will raise children for others."

"...It seems that it's right to think so, but His Highness Lucifer is too suspicious."

Relying on the use of barriers nearby, Alai and Yarman were having a great time talking about the Messiah. Anyway, the black-hearted son has already gone to heaven, so gossiping about friends is also a rare fun.

Suddenly, Alai's pointed ears under his hair moved and turned around in horror, "Who is there!"

Yarman stopped talking immediately.

"who!"

"It's me."

After the shade of the tree a few meters away, Haniya walked out of it, her expression showed a little complicated. He was holding Naipanil who had been clamoring to come to the garden to play in his arms. Naipanil also felt something was wrong with his father's mood and closed his mouth.

"Enterprise..." Alai went to see the enchantment stiffly, but found that Haniya was stepping inside the enchantment, and the enchantment did not react at all.
Chapter completed!