The Entirety Of Hell Knows That Satan Has A Lover Chapter 105: Extra: Two or three things about losing the vest

Extra: Two or three things about losing the vest (4)

Archangel Seraphim wandered around the Garden of Eden abnormally, Metatron didn't take it seriously at first, but couldn't bear Michael's behavior for half a month, and sometimes skipped work during the day to go to the Garden of Eden. Following the tip-off from the cherub, Metatron put down his pen and went to the Garden of Eden himself.

The Garden of Eden was once the back garden of the eighth stellar sky in heaven, with rare and exotic grasses and colorful flowers, and there were many white griffins known to the sages. This kind of pure white and flawless little beast is more popular than unicorns in heaven, the reason is that Lucifer, the first Seraph Archangel, likes them.

The reason is so simple, but the trend it caused lasts for a long time.

Many newborn angels are very curious. They have seen unicorns, but they have never seen a purebred white griffin in their life.

When Metatron remembered this past event, his footsteps had already stopped outside the Garden of Eden, and the back of the red-haired angel was not far in front. Suddenly, Metatron's emerald-like eyes widened, and he heard a few immature whimpers in the Garden of Eden, as if they were little griffins!

Metatron blurted out, "Impossible—"

After His Highness Lucifer fell into the sky, the white griffin beasts following His Highness died one after another the moment they came into contact with the demonic energy of hell.

White griffins are extremely bright creatures, which dooms them not to live in hell.

So they all perish!

Michael heard his voice, turned his head, raised his finger, "Shh."

Metatron approaches the gate of Eden, but finds it impossible to enter, with a barrier blocking his way. Like Michael, he stopped outside the Garden of Eden, the former garden of angels, and watched two cubs rolling and playing with each other inside.

Their snow-white fur is stained with some grass clippings on the ground, a small ball, which is a miracle of life recovery.

As cute as when he was held in His Royal Highness Lucifer's arms.

The soft-hearted Metatron's eyes were slightly red, and he said in a soft voice: "After so many years, the white griffin finally appeared in heaven again."

Michael said with emotion: "Yes."

Looking across the interior of the Garden of Eden, he confirmed that the two children hadn't arrived yet. Michael couldn't stay any longer. The result of skipping work was that the official business had to be completed in the remaining time. "Meta, go back."

Metatron looked at him helplessly, "You come to Eden every day to see them?"

Michael smiled silently.

He turned around, Seraph Archangel's robe raised a beautiful arc.

"Michael..."

Metatron was stunned, and suddenly felt that this figure overlapped with the bright person in his impression. Unknowingly, Michael has the shadow of His Royal Highness Lucifer, the same identity of Seraphim Archangel, the same commandment of the seven virtues, Michael slowly restrains his own escapism and carelessness, and in a trance The time made him feel a little strange.

Shortly after Michael and Metatron left the Garden of Eden, the cubs in the Garden of Eden suddenly stopped fighting.

They pounced on the two children who arrived in Eden.

Sierra smiled and said, "I'm here to play with you!"

"Tch."

Mammon disdains this, and squints at Sera hugging a griffin beast, smiling very contentedly.

Aren't they just two small animals?

He can give as much as he wants in hell, but Sera wants to come here to meet them, and he doesn't know where the charm of these two little things comes from.

Selah held up a small beast and said to Mammon, "They are very precious!"

Mammon doesn't believe it, "How precious can it be?"

Serra's tone dropped, "They are extinct, and these may be the last two alive." This matter was told by her father, the white griffins no longer exist in the world, and she did not expect to be able to. Saw two poor cubs here.

She clenched her fist and said firmly to the cub: "I am the princess of hell, I will definitely protect you."

The bigger little animal whined softly, and the other little animal grabbed Sera's skirt, trying to make Sera hold it. It's a pity that Sera's arms are too small to accommodate two little beasts. Mammon couldn't help but be disturbed by the little beast under his feet, so he stretched out his hand to hug it. The snow-white fur tentacles were very soft and comfortable, which made him like it all at once. .

Mammon thought secretly: "This fur should be very valuable."

As if feeling the malice in Mamen, the little beast looked at him even more pitifully.

Selah tilted her head and broke Mammon's reverie, "Mammon, if you hurt it, my father might take your skin off."

Mammon was startled.

Selah said innocently: "Their elders are all pets raised by the king."

Mammon resentfully put away her idea of ​​making money.

Walking in the beautiful Garden of Eden, Sera asked puzzledly: "You are not short of money, and Uncle Samuel didn't say he would not support you. Why are you always in a hurry to make money?"

Mammon sighed pretentiously, "You don't understand, this is for independent survival."

Selah wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to laugh.

Mammon's appearance is cuter than the cub in her arms!

"That's right!" Sera suddenly thought of something, "Mammon, my father won't let me investigate further, saying that I will know when I grow up."

Mammon's face was constipated, "Is your father aware of what the two of us discussed?"

Sera nodded.

As if struck by lightning, Mammon's body was covered with a gray shadow.

"I can't play too much today. My father said that my father will read stories for me." Sera's face was full of joy, and she didn't feel the danger of her little friend's life hanging by a thread. Talking, I don’t know what story my father will read, I like hearing the story of the princess and the prince living happily together.”

Mammon retorted in a bad mood: "What's so good about that kind of fake stuff."

Selah's expression softened.

When she was not smiling, Sera exuded a kind of awe-inspiring coercion, and Mammon had no choice but to shut up.

Selah said seriously: "Father the king said, everything my father said can be realized, there is no falsehood."

Mammon: "..."

Do you think your father is the all-knowing and all-powerful God!

Hearing that Sierra's parents would do such an ordinary thing for her, Mamen said that it is impossible not to feel sad. Many demons think that they are very good at reincarnation, and they have Samuel as their father when they are born. But for Bisera, he deeply felt that he had won at the starting line, while the opponent had already stood at the finish line.

His hand was pulled up, and Mamen looked at Sera, who said sweetly: "Father said that I inherited his talent, and there is a certain chance that what I say will come true."

Mammon was at a loss.

Selah's immature girl's voice has a cold sound quality, with the sharpness of cutting off all causes and effects.

"I said, Mammon will feel happy today."

“…”

Big eyes and small eyes for a while, Sera was confused, "Are you... unhappy?"

Mamen threw the cub on the grass, hugged her belly and laughed loudly, "Very good hahaha, you make me feel great happiness, hahahaha!"

Sera's fair cheeks blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Boom!

A red apple is freshly baked.

Mammon laughed more and more exaggeratedly, and decided to keep this memory, and it must be an excellent black history when the little princess Sierra recalls it in the future. "Stop laughing, it must be a mistake, don't laugh..." She chased after Mamen and called him, hoping that he would shut up his mouth that made fun of her.

When Mamen returned to her residence in the ninth floor of hell, her stomach still hurt a little from laughing.

He rubbed his stomach, walked in the silent corridor, his smile faded when he was alone, "Selah should go back and listen to her story, just don't remember this matter tomorrow."

The biggest advantage of the little princess is that she does not hold grudges.

Mammon knew that sometimes he would go too far, and he could not control his bad thoughts. Only Sera tolerated him. It's not that there are demons of his age and higher birth in Hell, but they all run away from him, and a few of them just obediently be his followers.

Without equal status, equal status, can they still be regarded as friends?

Selah is the only one recognized by Mammon.

Kicking open the palace door, Mamen walked in and prepared to take a rest, her eyes widened suddenly when she glanced over the table.

"This is..."

He climbed onto the chair in a hurry.

In the fifth level of hell, Samael walked out expressionlessly after blowing up several places, and the most complete successful product has been sent to the ninth level of hell. But all the demons and fallen angels who approached him could smell a fragrant creamy smell, and then looked at the aloof Wrath of the Seven Deadly Sins in surprise.

The fallen angels naturally did not dare to slander their noble Highness.

It's just a feeling of wonder, but it's indispensable.

Seeing this cold and serious figure leave, several demons murmured, "Master Samuel, did he lose his mind? Why did he suddenly start cooking cakes?"

The technique of making cakes has been passed from the mortal world to hell, and it is said that His Majesty Satan prefers to eat desserts, so the technique of making cakes has spread from **** to hell. Samael didn't know why he had a whim and wanted to cook something he had never done before.

Maybe bored?

Samael was sitting back at his desk, his mind was not on official business, and he couldn't help but think of Mamen who insisted on living in the ninth level of hell.

Would this cake be more unpalatable...Mamen shouldn't dislike it, right?

But he didn't know that in the ninth hell, that is, the palace of greed belonging to the seven deadly sins in the future, young children sat on high-backed chairs, and their feet could not touch the ground. He threw away the silver spoon, dug the cake with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it, and monopolized the cake that was still hot.

Tears mixed with the cream of the cake, and Mammon ate happily.

Sweet and sour fruit and sweet cake are an excellent match. Even if it is the first time Samuel makes it, the craftsmanship is not much worse.

According to his temper, he should have thrown the cake to the garbage dump instead of eating it so cowardly.

But...

This cake was not given to him by Sera, nor was it made by De Moore, the chief attendant of the palace.

It was made by his father himself.

After eating, Mamen wiped her cream-smeared mouth, bowed her head and said, "It's really...it's so unpalatable..."

Selah, I trust your ability for now.

But I absolutely do not admit that the happiness I want is so humble.