Who made you not earnestly create the world!

The city lord of Agares City recently suffered from a headache and his hair fell out in handfuls, and he couldn't sleep all night.

It's not just because of one after another, one wave of unrest and another wave of chaos, what's the point of destroying a ball and setting the auction house on fire? How many days is the city of Agares peaceful?

It's because of the recent disappearance of alien slaves in the city one after another!

Whether it was the "goods" that the traffickers were about to sell, or the "little pets" and "beautiful collections" of the nobles' homes, they all disappeared in batches!Almost all the nobles in Agares City came to the Santo's Mansion to ask the Santo for an explanation angrily!

No, no, not all of them. As the largest noble in the city, why is the Vanjo family who controls the entire city of Agares so quiet even when he sees them?Could it be that the Vanjo family did it?Impossible, didn't they also lose a large number of alien slaves?

After his roundabout temptations, he heard the members of the Vanjo family scolding the nobles in the city with straight faces and righteous words for disregarding the laws of the country, disregarding the ban of the Holy See, and not having the slightest moral bottom line to buy and sell alien creatures. It is really shameful and despicable Sin is like being possessed by a demon without any moral at all!

...Finally, the city lord floated out of the mansion of the Fanzhuo family like a wandering spirit, and he was so horrified that he couldn't regain his sanity for a long time.

Damn, when did the Vanjo family become so bright, righteous, holy and beautiful?They are obviously the biggest gangsters in the city!If there are ten underground auction houses and casinos in the city, at least seven or eight of them are opened by them!

Barnett City

Moore came out of the pharmacy, took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, and walked quickly while wiping his hands. Then he stopped in front of the door of the living room, threw the handkerchief away, and tidied up his appearance. Moore pushed it away. the door.

After seeing the person sitting on the sofa, Moore saluted respectfully: "Good afternoon, mentor."

On the sofa, a young man with warm brown long hair was holding a teacup and smiled slightly after seeing Moore. His bookish air made the young man extraordinarily gentle and harmless: "Good afternoon, Moore."

The old man dressed as a butler stood by and bowed slightly to Moore: "Master."

Moore nodded to the old man: "Go down first, butler, I'm here."

"Yes, young master." The old butler saluted and closed the door carefully before leaving.

After the housekeeper left, Moore sat across from the young man, and smiled at the young man, "Why is the mentor here? Is he here to teach students how to make advanced healing potions?"

"It's too early for you to learn advanced healing potions, Moore." The young man said gently to the students.

Moore was a little dissatisfied: "I can already make intermediate healing potions!"

"But the failure rate of your intermediate healing potions is too high." The young man disagreed, "Moore, as a pharmacist, patience is an indispensable quality."

"But!"

"Moore," the young man interrupted Moore, a pair of bottomless warm brown eyes looked into Moore's eyes, and his voice was gentle and soft, "You must be obedient, you know?"

After a while, Moore lowered his head with a pale face: "...Yes, mentor."

"I'm going to leave the city tomorrow to look for herbs, and it may take three or two months before I come back." The young man took out two folded papers from his sleeve and handed them to Moore, "This is the formula for petrochemical potions and mid-level mana restoration potions. I hope you can hand in the finished product to me when I come back."

Moore took the two recipes, with a forced smile on his pale face: "Students will not disappoint you, tutor."

"Good boy." The young man smiled, looking gentle and harmless.

"Master, Master Randall has left." Opening the door of the living room, the elderly butler reported.

"Okay, I see." Moore stood in front of the window of the living room and watched the whole city shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun. A young boy's face was full of indifference that did not meet his age.

"Please allow me to go down and prepare dinner for you."

"Wait." Moore turned to look at the housekeeper who had served his family for decades, "Has anyone visited me recently?"

The housekeeper thought for a moment, then asked respectfully: "I have reported to you all those who came to visit you, young master. I wonder who the young master is talking about?"

Moore frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and asked again: "I want you to investigate, how is your investigation?"

"Master, the person you want to check has been staying in Agares City for half a month now, and there is no sign of leaving for the time being."

"Really..." Moore waved his hands impatiently, "Go down."

"Yes, sir."

The door was closed again, leaving only Moore standing in front of the window in the living room, meditating in the afterglow of the setting sun.

That Fidel...couldn't it be that he didn't plan to come at all?

That's right, in fact the blond boy had no plans to go to Barnett City at all.

The person who drew that picture would most likely be Beria. The blond boy still knows what kind of piss Beria is, so he doesn't want to meet Beria again in Mortal Realm.He was sure that even if he sent Beria away with all his heart, Beria would definitely crawl to him!

He is now surrounded by Leviathan, Raphael, and Mammon. When he was only surrounded by Mammon and Raphael, the troubles caused by these two were enough for him. If Beria also intervened... The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't imagine it.

Mammon and Leviathan are now having an affair secretly, and Leviathan has a deep grudge with Beria. As the archangel, Raphael is definitely the same as Beria, who is the devil and has the same rank. They don't like each other, if these four creations really gather around him...it's really not just a smack of wind and water behind the scenes.

In order to live peacefully, he kept a respectful distance from Barnett City, which might be Beria's lair, and had already removed Barnett City from the holiday travel itinerary.

No, in fact, his life is not very peaceful now...

"Why am I the only one participating in the ring?!" Coming down from the ring, Mamen complained.

The blond boy was expressionless: "How long have you been eating and drinking for free, are you ashamed as a devil? Raphael not only serves me, cooks and takes care of sundries, but also covers all the expenses, and you Playing in the arena to earn some food and accommodation, what else do you do?"

Mammon choked and pointed at Leviathan angrily: "What about her? Doesn't she eat and drink for nothing?"

Leviathan, who was lying down and eating a plate of cookies made by Raphael, was also shot, blinking his big sea-blue eyes with an innocent and dazed expression.

The blond boy understated: "Leviathan can be cute, can you?"

Leviathan was very cooperative and showed a cute smile at Mamen. Mamen was trembling with anger, and said angrily: "Isn't it just being cute? I will too!"

Leviathan muttered: "Are you acting cute? Don't become a fool at that time."

"Lee! Wei! Tan!" Mamen was furious.

Leviathan shrugged and stuffed another cookie into her mouth, fully expressing her contempt for Mammon.

Mammon was too angry to speak.

Rafael reminded with a smile: "It's time for you to leave the field again, go quickly, don't be judged as abandoning the game because of being late."

Mammon looked at Leviathan, whose cheeks were puffed out from eating biscuits, and then at Raphael, who was looking at him with a smile. He looked at the blond boy with the last glimmer of hope.

The blond boy didn't even lift his eyelids: "It's shameful to eat and drink for free, Mammon."

"I hate this heartless world!" Mamen slammed the door out in grief and anger.

Leviathan put down the cookie in his hand, and said slowly: "I sympathize with his opponent in this group arena."

Raphael smiled and took out the small box: "I still have a lot of cookies left, do you want more?"

"Yes!" Leviathan's eyes lit up.

Glancing at the man-eating Leviathan who stopped talking, the blond boy looked at Raphael and said helplessly, "Don't bully Mammon too much."

Raphael looked at the blond boy innocently: "Father God is joking, I didn't bully Mammon."

"...Don't learn from Leviathan."

"Yes, Father God." Raphael coughed slightly awkwardly, and smiled gently again, "Actually, if you want that dragon egg, you don't have to be so troublesome."

The blond boy was noncommittal: "It's just killing time, and I'll give Mammon something to do."

That night, I saw on the posters of the underground arena that the final prize of this underground arena was an egg of a dragon beast, but the blond boy saw that the egg was probably a real dragon egg. So when I went to the scene to see it, it was really a real dragon egg, and that egg hadn't lost its vitality!

So the blond boy threw Mamen into the ring, pointing out that if you can't even win the group arena championship in the mortal world, then don't be the devil king. Also, the winning prize money of the group arena must be confiscated.

Cough, of course, if he really wanted that dragon egg, he really didn't need to resort to the troublesome way of fighting in the ring, as long as he said a word, the dragon egg could easily fall into his hands, but that would be too boring, wouldn't it?It is also a pleasant thing to see Mamen suffocating and trying not to kill the opponent.

...So, who is bullying Mammon?

Ah, right.

The blond boy looked at Raphael: "Have you placed your bet?"

"Bet? What bet?" Raphael wondered.

"Every group arena has a betting game, right there, you go and bet on Mammon to win."

Now, even Leviathan looked at the blond boy dumbfounded.

Raphael could hardly maintain the smile on his face: "Father, Father God, it's not good for me to gamble." And this cheating is too much... Raphael quickly put the word "shameless" out of his mind erase.

The blond boy tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

...So Raphael walked out of the VIP room of the ring arena like a ghost, and for the first time in his life, he came into contact with the casino in person.

When he put a bag of gold coins on the gaming table, Raphael's fingers were trembling, and a great sense of guilt enveloped his entire core.

After Mamen knew that there was such a thing as a gambling game, she was rather embarrassing: "I would have made a bet if I knew it!"

Leviathan glanced at him, and let out a "hehe".

Mammon was about to blow his hair, but saw Raphael passing by like a ghost, after Raphael moved away, Mammon pulled Leviathan and asked in a low voice: "What happened to that insidious birdman?" Is it? A half-dead look."

Leviathan sighed melancholy, stretched out his hand and patted Mammon on the head: "You are too young to understand." Creatures like angels hate things that cause evil the most, and they are required to actively infect evil. , might as well let them die.

Obviously, the oracle of God the Father is more important than their lives.

but……

Thinking of the farce at the end of the first era when a third of the angels fell from the sky, Leviathan's sea-blue eyes dimmed.

Mammon clapped Leviathan's hand away and glared angrily: "Lao and capital have already said that, don't say that labor and capital are small!"

"You're really not young, you're just too ignorant." Leviathan took out a piece of biscuit from the pocket of the cute petticoat and stuffed it into her mouth. Mammon shouted angrily.

From the birth of the Second Era to the present, he has not yet reached adulthood. That age is really not young, isn't it because he is too naive and ignorant.

The author has something to say:

Except for Lucy's appearance in Memories and some small episodes, she will only appear in the finale of the Demon World chapter, so girls, stop thinking about Lucy so much...