Who made you not earnestly create the world!

"tutor?"

Moore, who had finally found his tutor, was taken aback when he stepped into the terrace. He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people, especially when there were several people he knew but were not familiar with.

However, with good upbringing and etiquette, he first saluted Mitchell and Claude: "Your Excellency the Knight Commander, Your Excellency the Bishop." Then he bowed slightly to Cain and Lilith: "Meet you again, both of you. " Finally nodded to the blond boy and Rafael: "Mr. Winters, Junior Fidel."

The tense and depressive atmosphere was broken up by the sudden, unknown and very polite Moore.

The expressions of all the creatures are extremely weird, even Beria, who was so excited that he lost his composure, regained his senses a little because of the sudden intrusion of his own students. A pair of eyes were still staring straight at the blond boy, and the sparkle in his eyes made Raphael step forward to block the blond boy and look at Beria vigilantly.

Mammon and Leviathan also stood in front of the blond boy.

Beria couldn't help taking a step forward, staring at the blond boy, the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger: "You really came to Mortal Realm? Beria has been looking for you for a long time."

It was the first time Mammon heard Beria speak like this, and she couldn't help shivering, showing a disgusted expression.Leviathan looked at Beria, and then at the blond boy with an indifferent face. He thought of the phrase "defective product" and shrugged.

The other creatures stood still, waiting for the blond boy's order; Mitchell was still in the shock of the sentence "My God", but was moved to a corner by Claude to watch the next development; Moore thought of the situation filled with one after another As the room was painted, he calmed down and looked at Beria and the blond boy.

The blond boy frowned and said coldly, "Go down."

Hearing such a cold sentence, Beria pursed his lips, and asked in a sad low voice: "Do you hate Beria so much? Just because Beria is... a defective product?"

The word "defective product" surprised all the creatures except Leviathan. They looked at Beria in amazement. They never thought that there would be such a thing as "defective product".

"You think too much." The blond boy looked at Beria indifferently, "I just find you annoying."

The entire terrace fell into dead silence, no one dared to make a sound, and the atmosphere in the entire terrace was stagnant and heavy.

Suddenly a group of clergy came to the terrace, and the man dressed as an archbishop behind Claude and Mitchell showed a kind smile: "Why are you two hiding here? Let me find it easier."

Claude walked over to Mitchell, who was still a little stunned, and said calmly: "Just come out to get some air, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

"That's right, the banquet hall is a bit stuffy." The archbishop glanced at the people on the balcony, a little surprised, "Isn't this Master Randall? These two..." Seeing Cain and Lilith, the archbishop frowned. eyebrow.

Cain held Lilith's hand with a smile: "We are from the city of Agares, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

The archbishop paused, snorted and said to Claude and Mitchell: "No wonder I always feel dirty and uncomfortable, hurry up!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Before leaving, Claude looked back at the blond boy for the last time, and the blond boy nodded slightly to him.

After Claude and Mitchell left, Beria, who had been staring at the blond boy, couldn't wait to speak, but was preempted by a voice: "Why are you all hiding here? Isn't the banquet fun?"

Asa, dressed in a fine attire and a crown, walked in with Yager. After seeing Beria, he was slightly stunned and then smiled: "Hello, Master Randall, and Senior Heraman."

"Your Majesty Asa." Moore quickly saluted.

Beria turned around, her mask-like smiling expression was a little stiff at this time, and her tone was a little impatient: "Hello, Your Majesty Asa."

Mammon and Leviathan burst out laughing, Angus, Alves, Cain, and Lilith lowered their heads and shoulders and trembled slightly, Raphael's gentle smile could be seen gloating in his heart, and the blond boy also Feeling a little funny, Moore stared fiercely at the group of guys who dared to laugh at him.

Beria wished he could directly kill this damn human king who got in the way, but the blond boy forced him to be patient and chat with Asa.As for the group of guys who laughed at themselves?Oh, it doesn't matter, anyway, he has plenty of time and opportunity to settle accounts with them.

After exchanging greetings with "Master Randall", Asa happily said to the blond boy: "The kitchen has sent a lot of delicious food, how about going to taste it?"

It's about time.The blond boy nodded: "Okay." Then he walked out of the terrace with Asa, followed by a bunch of creatures.

All the creatures glanced at Beria when they passed by, or they were embarrassed or pity or gloated, and so on.

And Beria just watched the blond boy walk away, Moore carefully looked at Beria's expression, trembling with fright, quickly lowered his head to lower his sense of presence.

In the banquet hall, the blond boy was drinking the fruit juice that Rafael specially brought from the kitchen. Beria tried several times to talk to the blond boy, but was blocked by the creatures surrounding the blond boy.

"Master Randall, would you mind talking to me about the relationship between potions, magic, and holy light?" —— Raphael with a gentle smile

"Master Randall, I have a lot of research on herbal medicine, can you talk to me?" ——BY the elegant and leisurely Angus

"Master Randall... Oh, this name is really a mouthful, I am very interested in potions, can I ask some questions about potions?" - BY Alves with a hearty smile

"Hey, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, don't even try to get closer to..." —— Mamen, who is guarded by fried hair

"It deserves it! Let you always bury me!" - BY Leviathan who gloated

"Please don't blame me, who told you not to please..." - BY Elegant and Charming Cain

"Oh hehehe, it's finally my turn this time. Master Randall, let's continue the previous topic. How about taking your students to my room tonight? Of course, I don't mind going to your room "——BY winking Lilith

"..." - BY stunned Moore

Until the end of the banquet, Beria failed to get close to the blond boy under the obstruction of these creatures, and could only watch helplessly as the blond boy left with a bunch of creatures.

For this reason, for the first time in history, Beria crushed the wine glass in his hand with a livid face.

Moore silently stayed three meters away from his tutor, fearful of being angered.

"You seem to know him?" Suddenly, Beria looked at Moore. Beria, who no longer wore a harmless and gentle smile, was especially cold and terrifying. Even Moore couldn't help showing fear.

Bearing back his fear, the pale Moore replied respectfully: "Yes, he is my junior, a student of the Alchemy Department of the Rockefeller School of Magic and Martial Arts."

"...a student from the Alchemy Department?" Hearing Moore's answer, Beria's face was a little weird, and in an instant he put on a smiling mask again, with a gentle and harmless bookish look, "Let's go back and tell me about him by the way Come on, remember, tell me carefully, you know?"

After a long time, Moore lowered his eyes to hide the deep fear in his eyes, but his voice trembled uncontrollably: "...Yes, mentor."

Listening to Moore's story, Beria smiled very happily, full of morbid excitement and satisfaction.

My god, my god, Beria has waited for so long, searched for so long and finally met you.It doesn't matter if you don't like Beria, it's enough for Beria to like you, Beria will make you like Beria.

No matter what method is used.

As for those eyesores?Oh, that's not important, just find a chance to solve it.

Suddenly, the blond boy shivered with a chill all over his body.

Angus immediately looked over and asked nervously, "Father, is it cold? Do you want me to bring you some clothes?"

"No need." The blond boy rubbed his arms, a little puzzled.Strange, why do you have the feeling of being targeted by a pervert?

"Did you see that guy's face?!" Mammon laughed and rolled on the ground, "So that sinister and hypocritical guy also has such a day!"

Leviathan gave Mammon a contemptuous look, "You are so happy just because you look ugly? You are useless!" At the beginning, she personally invited God Father to say that Belia was a "defective product". That's cool!

Alves teased the baby dragon in his arms, while listening to their conversation with a smile.

"Father God," Raphael pursed his lips, "Michael..."

The blond boy's eyes turned cold, and he said lightly, "Go and invite Claude."

"Yes, Father God." Raphael took the order.

After Raphael disappeared, Angus asked cautiously, "Father, who is that Iversaille?"

"It's Michael." The blond boy said.

Leviathan, Angus, and Alves looked surprised, and Mammon said with a nasty smile: "As an archangel, he was imprisoned by a mere human, Michael..."

"Okay, shut up." The blond boy glanced at Mamen, who flattened her mouth aggrieved.

The room fell silent.

The blond boy's eyes drooped slightly, and the Book of Creation did not warn, which meant that Michael was not in danger.But as an archangel, even if he is using a human body now, his strength is pitifully weakened and it is not so easy to deal with.According to Michael's character and skills, there are several reasons for being imprisoned.

Either it was a moment of carelessness, or it was being overthrown; or it was being beaten by a group of powerful humans; or it was threatened; or... there were creatures from the devil world intervening.

But it's good to be closed for a while, it happens to grow your brain.

The author has something to say:

Oops, I know the girls are looking forward to Lucifer, but he really has to wait for the Demon World chapter to come out~~~

Ahem, Michael is really bad, he is really strong in terms of combat effectiveness, there is a reason why he was imprisoned.

PS: In the future, the author will be very busy and will not be able to maintain daily updates. He will probably ask for leave for a period of time or update every two or three days.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the author will try to update it as much as possible, but I can't help it because of busy work, please forgive me, girls.