Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Alves hurriedly brought twelve dragons in human form to the City of Holy Light. After finding out where Mitchell's mansion was, he rushed there, but he only saw ruins .

Alves stood dumbfounded in front of the ruins, and the young Dragon Clan behind him asked lazily: "So, Your Majesty, did you take us out of Dragon Island in such a hurry to make us come here in a daze?"

Alves gave the young dragon's head a slap, "Give me almost! Every day I sleep, eat, eat, and sleep. It's so much nonsense to ask you to come out and walk. Are you still a dragon? Go straight to that fat body." The meat beast that can only grunt and chirp is fine!"

The young dragon touched his beaten head, muttered a few words indistinctly, then shut up, and stood obediently with the other dragons.

Alves stood in front of the ruins, scratching his head with a troubled expression.

He only knew that after completing the task, he would gather at the mansion of the human Mitchell in the City of Holy Light, but now it has become ruins, and it is obviously impossible for Father God and His Royal Highness the Archangel to be in the ruins... Now How should I find Father God?

"Is... His Majesty Alves?"

Alves looked over when he heard someone calling his name, and then saw a guy with a white cloak and a hood standing not far away. Since the voice was too familiar, he asked with some doubts: "Yes?" Mitchell?"

"Hush?" Mitchell made a booing motion, looked left and right, saw no one nearby, then lifted his hood to reveal a handsome face, and walked over with a smile: "Father God asked me to be here Waiting for you, saying that you will come today."

"Oh, but..." Alves glanced at the ruins, "Isn't this your home? Why..."

Mitchell's face froze, and then he smiled wryly: "This, it was an accident. By the way, who are these?" He looked at the dragons behind Alves.

"My tribe." Alves smiled heartily, then turned his head and shouted at the twelve dragon tribes behind him: "What are you doing there in a daze? Didn't you wake up? Didn't you say hello to Lord Mitchell! "

Under the roar of Alves, the dragon clan reluctantly saluted Mitchell, not bothering to hide the disdain in their eyes.

Mitchell quickly returned the gift, but he didn't care about the attitude of the dragons. Although he had never seen the dragons before, he also understood the contempt of the powerful dragons for human beings from various literature and legends.Knowing that these handsome young and middle-aged people turned out to be from the Dragon Clan already made his scalp tingle, so how could he care about their attitudes.

Besides, does he dare to care about it? The Dragon Clan could crush him to death with just one toe.

Dragon King Alves seems to be quite polite and equal to him, but that's entirely because my god has a slight favor for him, otherwise he wouldn't be bothered.He was not so naive as to think that His Majesty the Dragon King was so polite to him for his own sake, although His Majesty Alves' personality was indeed quite good.

"Then Father God and His Highness Raphael are here?" Alves asked in a low voice.

"Please follow me." Mitchell put on a hood to cover his face and whispered.

Turning around in countless alleys, when the dragons who turned around were about to get dizzy, Mitchell stopped and turned his head and said, "This is it."

This is an ordinary mansion with a garden in the City of Holy Light. Alves wrinkled his face in confusion: "This...couldn't Father God live here?"

Seeing the expression of "Father God, you are wronged" on Alves' face, Mitchell twitched slightly and forced a smile, "Please come in, my God is inside."

The Dragon Clan made a small clatter when they heard "My God".

The garden was silent, but when Mitchell opened the gate and entered Alves and the dragons, he heard a quarrel, the sound of writing and the sound of pages being turned.

Mitchell's face twitched slightly, but he didn't stop walking and quickly saw the current situation of the living room.

Alves, who saw the panoramic view of the living room, was embarrassed: "This, this is?"

In the not-so-small living room, four archangels and three demon kings were kneeling straight on both sides of the rectangular coffee table in the living room. bottle of ink, and a quill in hand—

I kept copying madly on paper against the book.

In addition, the mouths are still chattering, and the eyes of each other are constantly fighting in the air above the coffee table.

Mammon: "Pfft— Hongmao, did you write that as a word? It's a bug!"

Michael: "Damn kid, do you think you can write very well—do you see how many sentences you copied wrong? You can't even copy books. Didn't you forget to bring IQ out of Lilith's stomach when you were born? right?"

Mammon: "Fuck the red hair! Look at the trick!"

Michael: "I finally copied it...! You poured ink on it!!!"

Leviathan: "(╯▔皮▔)╯I'll wipe it! Mammon, you bastard! Can't you pour Michael ink on time! Why did you pour the top of what I copied!!"

Mammon: "...uh, accidentally... ahhh! What are you doing, Michael! ▔皮▔"

Michael: "An eye for an eye┑(￣▽￣)┍."

Raphael: "Michael, keep your ink steady! Ah, my...! Michael!!"

Uriel: "Your Highness Michael, please be careful not to move your elbows. It will knock down the ink bottle...then...it will destroy mine..."

Michael: "...I'm sorry/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~"

Gabriel: "Uriel, don't shake the ink-stained paper! Ah, my...TAT"

Beria: "(▔▽▔) Oh, fortunately, I'm going to take the copy quickly... What are you doing?! ╬▔皮▔"

Archangels & Demon Kings: "Splash ink on your paper ╮(‵▽′)╭."

Everyone is having a hard time, and you don't want to be happy alone!

The blond boy was lazily sitting on the soft and luxurious sofa, holding a book in his left hand, and taking a sip from time to time with a glass filled with iced juice in his right hand, his leisure was quite enviable.

It's as if the group of archangels and demon kings next to you who are pinching each other to death don't exist.

Alves looked at Mitchell with a distorted face. Mitchell covered his face and couldn't speak. The dragons who heard a series of familiar names dropped their jaws to the ground and couldn't pick them up.

The blond boy put down his book and looked towards the door of the living room: "Alves?"

You are choking my neck, I poke your eyes, the archangels and demon kings who look like brats fighting in groups froze for a moment and froze there.

Alves adjusted his expression, winked at the ethnic groups behind him, and then quickly walked forward, knelt down on one knee in front of the blond boy and saluted respectfully: "Father God."

The eyes of the dragons coming up behind Alves were about to protrude from their eye sockets, many of the dragons kneeled down as soon as their legs softened, and after a while all the dragons knelt down.

"Well, let's all get up." The blond boy closed the book, his snow-blue eyes fell on Alves, "How about what I told you to do?"

"Alves has asked the dragon clan to notify all the clans in the mortal world, and told the dragon clan that even if they are tied up, they must tie up the patriarchs of all clans!" Alves said proudly, patting his chest.

Blonde boy: "..."

Should I say that I really deserve to be a Dragon Clan who advocates the determination of everything by force?

The blond boy glanced at the group of dragons behind Alves who looked up at him from time to time, opened the book again and said without looking up: "Mitchell, take Alves down and arrange a place for them .”

"Yes, my god." Mitchell saluted the blond boy respectfully, then smiled at Alves and the group of dragons behind him: "Please follow me."

When Mitchell left the living room with the Dragon King and the Dragon Clan, the blond boy raised his head from the book and looked expressionlessly at the group of creatures who had knelt upright at the table and copied the book obediently: "Remember, today Before midnight, I have to receive thirty copies of "The Legend of the First Era of the Mainland", even if there is not a single word missing, I will re-copy it if it is ugly, and if it cannot be completed... huh."

The last sneer of the blond boy made all the archangels and demon kings shudder and want to cry, even Raphael and Beria were no exception.

Looking at the large stack of copy books that I copied before but was completely unreadable with puddles of ink, the archangels and demon kings felt like crying.

Alves pulled Mitchell aside and asked quietly: "What happened to the group of His Majesty the Archangels and His Majesty the Demon King? Why are Your Highness Uriel and His Highness Gabriel here?"

"This..." Mitchell pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a toothache expression, "It's a long story."

"Then take your time, I'm not in a hurry." Alves looked excited and gossip.

Mitchell started talking after Alves left, first he talked about the blond boy going to the Holy See, then he talked about how Gabriel and Uriel appeared, and then he talked about the Archangel and the Demon King after the blond boy went to bed yesterday They were assembled in the drawing room of his mansion.

"They started fighting." Mitchell didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You know, the destructive power of His Highness and His Majesty, they fought directly and demolished the house, or maybe they were too excited to fight, they forgot about my god I fell asleep upstairs, so..."

Alves understood in seconds, and looked at Mitchell sympathetically.

"It's just a house, it's nothing, it's just that His Majesty the Archangel and His Majesty the Demon King were punished by our God..." Mitchell's expression became subtle.

Thinking of the scene he saw before, Alves was embarrassed: "...Punishment for copying books?"

""Legend of the First Era of the Mainland", [-] pages, [-] times, handed in before midnight tonight. And, you must copy on your knees." Mitchell couldn't help showing a hint of schadenfreude while sympathizing.

Nima, let you destroy my house!Let you scare me all day long!Let you go to war regardless of my presence!You deserve to be punished for copying books!

Copy a book...

Alves lit 32 candles for the group of angels and demon kings in the living room.

Some people have heard of punishing confinement, kneeling, and prison, but they never thought that God the Father would directly let those high-ranking, noble and proud archangels and demon kings copy books.Damn it, this is obviously a way to punish those little soft cubs.However, it is probably the first time that this group of archangels and demon kings, whose eyes are higher than the top and are so arrogant, have been punished for copying books... This feeling may not be very pleasant.

Thinking of the years of the First Era and the time of competing for favor some time ago, Alves smiled very, very gloatingly.

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