ghost world

Back in Julian's office, the sun rose to the center.The entire desk is bathed in sunlight, and the deep red color turns yellow in the light.

Julian sat down behind the desk and asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

Metatron froze for a moment and said, "It's all fine."

"Angel wings are also okay?" Julian's eyes flashed a hint of teasing.

Metatron slowly opened his eyes wide.

Julian stroked the communication crystal, and when the light slowly came on, he said, "Two vegetable salads, I want to feed the rabbit."

Metatron was silent.

"Who are you?" Julian leaned back in the chair, looking at his eyes with scrutiny, inquiry, and a trace of coldness that he didn't bother to hide.

Metatron said, "As Bisti said, I am Menon."

"Bistie. Tch, he's a pretty good excuse," said Julian. "Do you know why he dumped you on me?"

"Because I need a job, and here's a good one," Metatron said.

"A very good job?" Julian raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "If you look at the death rate, it's really not bad to change an assistant job every half a month on average."

Metatron frowned.

Mamen sneered and said, "I have long disliked Bisidi, so it turns out that he wants to use a knife to kill someone."

Julian said: "That's why I asked you if you offended the Executive Bureau or the undercover agent of the Supervision Bureau. But judging from the game just now, it seems that you...are neither."

Metatron said neither humble nor overbearing: "I am indeed neither."

"You obviously have nothing to do with the city lord." Julian's eyes flashed with a cold light like a sharp knife, "Then, I'm curious why Bisdi sent you to me and asked me to do it."

"Perhaps, as you guessed before, he wants to please you." Metatron said lightly.

"Do you know how my assistants died?"

Metatron shook his head in agreement.

Julian straightened up slowly, his eyes turned into hooks, hooking him firmly, "They died on my bed."

Metatron moved slightly.

Just now, Mamen moved.If he hadn’t blocked him in time, Julian might have been lying on the ground by now.

"This is not news in the main city." Julian smiled, "But you don't know it. Do you think that under such circumstances, I will still believe that Bisidi is using you to curry favor with me?"

"Maybe it's because I don't know, that's why he used me to curry favor with you." Metatron gritted his teeth tightly.

Mammon is extremely disgusted with the word "to please".Damn it!He didn't even get this treatment!

Julian said slowly: "It seems that you are not ready to tell the truth."

"I have nothing to say."

Julian finally revealed the last trump card, "I heard that a wisdom fruit was stolen from Bisidi."

Metatron was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood what he meant.

"The theft of the Wisdom Fruit is a major event. If the city lord finds out, he will definitely investigate it to the end. Since the establishment of the Executive Bureau and the Supervision Bureau, they have been at odds. If the Supervision Bureau knows about this, Bisidi will definitely not lose his head." Lose the position of the director of the Executive Bureau. But he can't kill you, because he is worried that killing you will cause the revenge of the angel who stole the wisdom fruit, so he will reveal the matter and die with him. Send you to me, both It’s a very good choice to kill you and bring hatred to me.” Julian finished speaking in one breath, paused, and then continued, “But he shouldn’t underestimate my intelligence network. You know, all the angels who like to gamble will not hide or lie in front of me."

His words were like a rope, finally linking the previous fragments of Metatron together.

No wonder Bisty popped up halfway.As the director of the Executive Bureau, he knows the situation in the main city well. Such a strange face of his own must have aroused his vigilance, and then he thought that he was the angel who ate the stolen wisdom fruit, so while holding him, While looking for an opportunity to remove him.

Metatron sighed.

Before coming to the Tenth Realm, he always thought that the danger of the Tenth Realm came from the climate or the aborigines, but he never thought that such a complicated struggle would be involved.

"Now that you know the truth of the matter, shouldn't you cooperate with me?" Old God Julian was there.

Metatron asked, "Cooperate with what?"

"Tell me, who stole the wisdom fruit?" Since he can steal the wisdom fruit, it means that he has eaten the wisdom fruit before and has wisdom.And this angel must be very familiar with the location of the Executive Bureau and Bisdi's work and rest time, otherwise it would be impossible to succeed.Julian already had suspicions, but now he is not sure.

Metatron shook his head, "I don't know."

"It seems that you have to see the date of death in the prophecy before you are willing to speak." Julian stood up slowly.

Mamen said: "It should mean that human beings will not shed tears when they see the coffin."

Metatron said, "I understand."

Julian took out a pair of transparent gloves from his pocket, and said as he said, "Since you understand, it's best..." His body was suddenly hit by the French window behind him with a strong force.The chair was knocked to the side, and the glass of the window slowly cracked into a rice character.

Julian's eyes widened, "You..."

Mammon's hand grabbed his throat fiercely, tightening a little bit.

"Don't kill him," Metatron said.

Julian's vision gradually became blurred, his chest felt as if it was exploding, and his consciousness began to dissociate from his body... The hand on his neck suddenly relaxed.He fell to the ground, choking with his back against the glass.

Mammon came out from the barrier.

Julian's pupils suddenly dilated.Because this man who appeared out of thin air didn't have any wings.

Metatron said, "If you don't mind, I would like to ask some questions."

Julian turned to look at him.He knew very well that whether he minded or not could not change the result. "Who are you?" He asked, clutching his neck.

Metatron thought for a while, and spread out three pairs of wings.

Facing the sun, the pure white wings exude a faint golden luster.

Mammon's eyes deepened.Every time I see these three pairs of white wings, it seems to remind me how far away I am from him.But no matter how much he didn't want to see it, it couldn't obliterate the fact that the distance between them was indeed unreachable.

Julian was absent-minded for a moment, then he said, "Hipley?"

Metatron was taken aback, "What?"

Julian suddenly knelt down respectfully, pressed his heart with his right hand, and said reverently: "Julian pays homage to Lord Shipley."

Metatron and Mammon looked at each other.

Mammon said before Metatron said, "How do you know he is Shipley?"

Julian said: "Lord Hippe said that the six pure white wings are the most noble existence and symbol in the world, and only Lord Hipley, the god who created this world, has them."

Gods?

Could it be that Shipley disappeared after doing something?That's why there are rumors like this.

"What else did Hibbe say?" Metatron asked.

Julian thought for a while and said, "He also said that Master Shipley is always accompanied by an angel of wisdom who has no wings and will not experience aging and death." He glanced at Mammon, "The angel who served as the angel before Always Lord Hipper."

no wings?

Is it another race?Or another angel who can hide its wings inside its body?

Mammon simply asked this question.

Julian was surprised: "Hiding the wings in the body? How is this possible?"

Mamen raised her eyebrows and said, "Aren't you the one?"

"Me?" Julian shook his pair of wings in wonder.

Metatron suddenly stretched out his hand, and a golden glow radiated from his palm.

Julian only felt his body heat up, as if something wanted to break out of the cocoon behind him.He bent down involuntarily, put his hands on the ground, and formed a prostration posture.

brush.

Another pair of wings spread from behind him.

Julian slowly raised his head, eyes full of confusion, "This is, what's going on?"

Metatron said: "I want to know too." His wings were forcibly sealed in his body by some force.