[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

The third day is currently the largest gathering place for civilians in Heaven.Random flying is not allowed here.On the third day, Lemiel and I wandered around and found Gabriel's room. He had already changed into a simple robe, which looked much more pleasing to the eye. "Your Highness brought someone to arrest me?"

"Come to get paid." I rolled my eyes at him, "Get ready to be a laborer."

Gabriel laughed like a fish and a wild goose, and the country is all over the city. Even in men's clothing, he still looks like a girl, suspected to be blessed with fake breasts.The little angel was locked in the house, and the three of us were talking about building a school outside. It seemed like a great work was born in the dust.

"So..." Gabriel bit his nails, "So the most important thing is money, right? Just... selling things is useless, we need to make money alive." He took out a piece of paper and began to write and draw Drawing, using the notebook and pen I carry with me, because I often write some weird memos, "Heaven is actually not short of money now, the price of goods is not high, most angels have plenty in their hands, but they will still Saving money——” He glanced at the inner room where the little angel was, “This may be why the 'inflation' you mentioned did not occur, because it is too expensive to hire healing angels, and most angels have to prepare for temporary needs. So we need to find new things that can be sold, and find ways to lower the asking price of Healing Angels..." He looked at me and said seriously: "Healing Angels is a monopoly industry, no matter what attribute the healing technique is, it is a very difficult magic. Rare things are precious, even if there are angels who try to break this monopoly, they will be rejected and suppressed, but if Your Highness—"

Well, I just said a few half-knowledgeable words, and he immediately turned into an economist.I don't know if what he said is right, I still looked at his nails, and then I thought about what to sell.

accessories.

In my impression, the only money-making things I can figure out are accessories, stationery, and snacks. I can’t help it. I really don’t understand high-level things.I only know that the purchasing power of girls is terrible, especially when buying all kinds of hair rope cosmetics.As for the boys - I really don't think the Angels buy sneakers or games.

"Okay, I'm going to study the storefront, please Your Highness to find a way to solve the monopoly. Lord Lemiel, please start thinking about the courses now." Gabriel made a final decision, "Don't worry about the source of goods, this kind of small thing only needs a little skill, I can complete it .”

I froze. "If you can finish it, other angels..."

Gabriel let out a sneer.He took out a manuscript from under the table and handed it to me, "Your Highness, do you know why I was wanted?" He sneered, "Because I tried to improve the healing technique."

The stack of manuscripts was heavy, and he put his hands in his pockets. "As a result, my own friend was dying of illness, and there was nothing I could do. I could only try to save up more money to hire a healing angel. Funny, right? That's how funny it is."

I was shocked.He smiled and waved his hands impatiently, "I can do it, others can forget it."

"Indeed. Gabriel is a well-known elemental controller, and other angels can't reach his precision." Lemuel also nodded, "So, I'm going to start compiling textbooks? By the way... first please Samai Will lift Gabriel's wanted status."

The little angel of Gabriel is named Tag, who has recovered his body these days and flapped his little wings to send me jewelry samples.There are no guards on the eighth day. In principle, anyone can go, but most of the angels stop at the square where the teleportation array is located, feeling the grandeur of the building, and never thought about walking around.Yahweh followed me to study the healing technique in the eighth day palace, and when he saw Tag, his whole face turned black.

Tag knelt down at that moment, his little head bit by bit, trembling.I wanted to help him up, but the Lord hugged me, "Leave the things, you go!"

Tag almost rolled out of the house before Lord snorted in satisfaction, and to put it bluntly, I thought he saw another dog's golden retriever at home.

Jehovah grabbed the box, and the box flew into his hands. I have to say that Gabriel is very business-minded. I only talked about accessories. He even made a jewelry box. The pink and blue box is simple and elegant. The jewelry is also a simple string of silver chains, without even a pendant.This is mainly due to the fact that Heaven has never had any cumbersome and fancy things, and those bow crystal diamonds cannot be directly used.The LORD turned back and forth, "Who sent you?"

"It's for sale." Jehovah's face finally cleared up. He put the bracelet on his hand and said after a while, "It's not bad."

"Give it to you." I continued to look at the healing technique. Gabriel sorted out the magic system and tried his best to reduce the element control precision required for the healing technique. However, the strength of the healing technique is related to two things. One is the element Manipulation accuracy, one is magic strength.Gabriel's control accuracy is good enough, but his strength is not enough, so he turned to me for help, while most angels have enough strength but not enough precision.

Yahweh twirled the chain happily, lying on my back and hugging my neck, "Healing? Why don't you just make marks?"

This was the first time Jehovah spoke a word I did not understand.

"It is to engrave the magic circle on something that can be carried around. As long as the creator's control and strength are sufficient, the user can exert its effect even if he does not know how to use magic." Jehovah explained to me a little complacently, "But not too much It's common...well...they can't do it..." His voice became smaller and smaller, "their magic power is not enough..."

I gave him a huge hug.

What does nick mean?

Means the most direct way to break the monopoly: we can sell healing.

Soon Gabriel's small shop opened. On the fourth day of the commercial street, it was called a street. In fact, there was nothing but a few kinds of food, simple long skirts, and some magic props. The red roof of Bailie was particularly conspicuous. He rented two rooms, one with colorful decorations to attract attention as the ultimate goal, and the other with only a sign on the door: sell healing skills, give away bracelets.

As we expected, the silver chains weren't accepted at the very beginning, and the healing side was blown up, so the first batches were all given away as giveaways.The second batch was almost snatched from the store. Gabriel seized the opportunity to launch a chain with a pendant. Everything that followed was out of my control. Gabriel gave me a number a day, that Numbers mean nothing to me, it's an astronomical number anyway.

The whole heaven was blown up by us, and Gabriel's business mind was blown up by the angels.As I continued to improve the healing technique, I felt that there was nothing to be done. It wasn't until Tag rushed in and told me that someone was ruining the situation, that I remembered that there was still a group of monopoly forces on the healing technique.

What should we do in the face of such a group?

Salad.

When I arrived, the storefront was almost smashed, and several angels clamored to kill their father, which seemed to be a malice.So I went over, patted one of them on the shoulder, and unfolded my six-panel fag purple.

The crystal light jumped on the ground, they paused, and at the same time knelt down on one knee, looking down at the ground.

"Do you have any questions about my healing marks?" I asked with a smile on my face. What's the problem? I can't pick the quality. These things are all made by me. Some of them are even the works of Jehovah. How can I pick the quality?Go and challenge God.

Several angels showed complex surprise, fear, dazed shock on their faces.Just as I was about to continue, one of them raised his head and said calmly, "Your Highness, the notch sold here killed my father." It should be punished, but please forgive me and check the seller!"

My self-expansion, which had just risen, was poured through by him with a basin of cold water. He couldn't beat me, so I simply blamed it on Gabriel. Anyway, they didn't lose a lot!

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Little Tag from Gabriel's side suddenly ran over and knelt down on one knee, "I used magic in the store the day before yesterday, and I may have accidentally damaged a few..."

"Tara! Your Highness gave you this job after seeing that you were an orphan. How could you!" Gabriel walked over shiningly, wearing a slim long dress, complete with necklaces and bracelets, and a jewel hairpin. Standing beside me said solemnly: "Although he is still a little angel, please punish him severely, Your Highness!"

I don't know what they are doing, anyway, I understand one thing, with my IQ, without the aura of the protagonist at the level of Lucifer, I can only live half an episode.

All the angels watching were kneeling, and none of them spoke.The angels who came out of other shops immediately knelt down when they saw this posture, but the leader still reacted quickly, "Your Highness." He only called out softly, lowered his head, and looked like the real culprit was at my disposal. attitude.

I stare at him.It was actually a very handsome angel, dressed simply and with a kind of arrogance, silver wavy long hair hanging down to the ground, the left eye was blocked by the hair, revealing the blue right eye.His lips are quite beautiful, light in color, and seem a bit inviolable, but they are made in a tame posture, which has a very contradictory sense of beauty.I look at him and he hangs his head.

I admit that I want to break him, even destroy him.Armed with a sharp weapon and ready to kill, the ancients never deceived me.

"your name."

"Yanar."

Well, well, the only ones I came across that caught my attention were future Seraphs.

"Your father is dead?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Follow me." I really couldn't continue the awkward chat among the angels kneeling on the street, "Tara...you too."

Tara responded in a low voice, and spread her little wings pitifully.I always felt that it was embarrassing to go out like this, so I simply activated the teleportation button of Jehovah, teleported to the palace of the eighth day, and had a face-to-face meeting with Jehovah.

Yanar's face was still calm, and the others sat down in shock. I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I asked again, "Is your father dead?"

"..." When Yanar knelt on one knee in silence, the Lord came to me and leaned on me. "No," he finally replied, "my father... is not dead yet."

I blinked.

What do you mean you are not dead yet?If you are not dead, why don't you treat it?

"He was detained." Jehovah whispered in my ear, "He dare not lie in front of me."

There was a cold light in my mind, and all the actions were connected in an instant: Gabriel probably knew about it, and I just played a role...

A role that brought them before the gods, the beings absolutely capable of breaking the monopoly.

Gabriel still didn't believe I could do it, after all.They don't know me, and the me they see is... as if I don't think I'm believable myself.

"Tara, you and the others stay here first." I could only deal with the problem in front of me first, "Yanar, you take me away. Anyway..."

I heard my own voice, so indifferent that it fit Lucifer's setting, "In any case, heaven is not a place for them to form parties for personal gain."

"..." Yanar seemed to be stunned for a moment, and to be honest, I was very satisfied with his expression at that moment.Immediately afterwards, he recovered his calmness, bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

He flew ahead, his four wings like clouds in the wind.I followed him, looking at his lightly pursed lips and blue eyes.For the first time, I noticed that I had some kind of violent tendency. His expression was so cold that I wanted to break it. It was an almost absurd intuition. I felt that there was a mask on his face, and there was something hidden under the mask. It was a scarier mask than Gabriel's smile—and I felt, I could easily tear it off, it held more secrets than Gabriel, but it was far weaker than Gabriel.

Best of all, I can do it without any responsibility.

I am Lucifer.

The thought made my blood boil.

"Your Highness..." His voice seemed a little hoarse. He stopped above a tall building and looked down at the ground.

"This is... the location of the Alliance of Healing Angels."

From here, everyone on the road looks small.The building is actually more of an apartment of some sort, as simple and clean as most places in Celestial.There are angels rushing by here, and some are supported by others and walk into this building. It looks like some kind of monster that devours everything - but in fact it is just a hospital.

It's just a hospital with high prices, monopoly technology, and no one to control it.

"My father... was locked up here. I sent him here when he was sick, and then he lay down here." Yanar's eyes were a little blurred, "They threatened a few four-winged angels to come forward and smash the store ...Your Highness," he took a deep breath and said calmly, "Gabriel is a nice person."

"I know."

"He doesn't trust you just because he's a little suspicious. He's been betrayed before, so he can't trust anyone." His tone can be described as dull, "I... Reported to the Healing Angel in exchange for my father's chance to be treated. I don't have that much money."

"Your Highness, you must know."

No, I do not know.

"Even so, Your Highness allowed me to see the moment when my father was rescued... I really appreciate you."

I finally understood where that feeling of being able to easily tear off his mask came from.

The moment he told a lie in front of me, he was ready to go to jail.

"It's really good to see it before you die."

"die?"

He turned his head and smiled at me, his eyes were wet, "Betraying friends, attacking the same kind, even deceiving you... cheating you, how dare you expect to live?"

Yes, in the laws made by Jehovah, I am almost the same as him.There may not be much difference in sentencing between deceiving me and lying before God.

I looked at his face, he looked like he was about to cry, but he was smiling so hard, so I finally asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

He paused, and smiled even brighter, "Father wouldn't want to see me cry."

"You are really filial..."

"...haha." He laughed, smiled, then squatted down, pulled his hair, and stood up before I reached out, "Let's go, Your Highness."

His silver hair seemed to disappear into the air at any moment.

I heard my heart beating.

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