The Endless Shuttle

Luo Pei's eyes became interesting, he said something in Asia's ear, and then the nun nodded, and then the maid took him back to the room.

Soon, Lias Gremory appeared in front of Rope.

The bright red long hair is as beautiful as yesterday. Coupled with the well-decorated cheeks and the college uniform, the youthful feeling is just right, and you can feel the dazzling extravagance of Lias Gremory from a distance.

The red-haired girl ignored the maid and Miria around her, walked up to Rope and chose the dressing ceremony.

"It's rude to leave in a hurry yesterday. I hope Lord Demon God will not blame it. Rias Gremory, thank you for taking the time to accept my audience in your busy schedule. Regarding the question of the banquet that I said yesterday, Gremory Home and Xidi’s family will welcome you to the world in accordance with the ancient traditions of the underworld. We also hope that you will be honored and honorable tomorrow and accept the unconventional banquet of the two of us."

"Specially for this matter, you ran over while you were in school?"

Rope asked with a relaxed smile.

Rias was not surprised by the peace of the demon god, having met just yesterday, and she instantly smiled with a tone that met Rope's expectations.

"You come to the world, how can I dare to indulge in children's play house games?" She blinked: "Brother and Sona's sister thanks you for your care. As the devil's sister, we naturally can't To discredit the two faces and make you feel that we don't understand the world, are you right?"

"Haha, you deserve to be Serjex's younger sister."

Rope accepted the invitation from Lias with both hands.

"I accept your invitation, and I will go to the banquet in person at that time."

"Thank you. Then I will be wearing a dress at the banquet, waiting for your visit."

The red-haired girl's swift and unobtrusive manner of action made Rope can't help but sigh that she deserves to be the undisputed heroine in the original book.

This adaptable and elegant temperament is not something any woman can have.

The black-haired youth began to look forward to tomorrow's banquet.

Chapter 83—The Artifact of Shaping the Evil, the Proposal of the Governor of the Fallen Angel

Because Rias and Sona were preparing a dinner party, Rope was idle all day long.

But then again, except for the research and exercises he arranged for himself, Rope rarely has time to rest. The big and small things in the underworld are handled by the devil, and Rope has countless servants, and he basically stands in the position of an enjoyer from beginning to end.

On the top floor of the building where the Demon God is located, Rope stood in front of the mirror and fell into a choice disorder.

His right hand is the two-stab ape pain suit that he has been wearing these days, and his left hand is a cool costume that seems to be an outbreak of secondary disease. On the chair is also a black and gold windbreaker that he often wears in the underworld.

Rope didn't know what he would wear to a banquet tonight.

"Milia, can you give me some advice?"

"this……"

The shepherd girl tilted her head in trouble, and said with her usual soft voice.

"Master, you can wear whatever clothes you wear. After all, it's just two little demons. It's an honor for them to be able to admire you. Why should you care about what you wear?"

"Your answer means I didn't ask."

Of course he knew that no matter what Rias and Cangna were wearing, he wouldn't have any opinions, and he didn't dare to have any opinions. But after all, the protagonist of the banquet is him. For those lovely girls, it is not a big deal to spend a little time preparing to be more formal.

Milia was very aggrieved by her master's criticism.

"Well, then you wear this set, right?" Miria pointed to the black and gold trench coat: "It feels very suitable for your hairstyle. This kind of extreme danger is also something that makes the girl's heart touch."

"Um... also good."

The black-haired young man groaned, and finally threw the remaining two to the ground and put on a black and gold windbreaker.

Miria quickly picked up Rope's clothes that were still on the ground and hugged them in her arms.

The millennium saint of the Midian State Church wanted to stick to Rope's side with high intensity 24 hours a day, and even took away a lot of work that should have been the care of the maid, and she didn't look like a half-strong person at all.

"How's it going over Asia?"

"I used the treatment technique for the time being, and the pain has disappeared..."

Miria said with a smile.

"However, it seems that the force is too strong, and even some places that should not be repaired are also repaired."

Luo Pei was taken aback, rather dumbfounded.

"Aren't you tossing people?"

The nun had just experienced the transformation from girl to woman last night, and as a result, Milia repaired it again this morning. I'm afraid Asia will cry if she knows this.

Because Asia was afraid of pain, this incident made her shed a lot of tears.

In the end, Rope managed to send her to the sky with superb technique.

"Please forgive me, after all, I don't often use healing techniques..."

"Forget it, little thing."

Rope tidyed up his clothes and strode out of the study.

"Take care of Aisia, and try to meet all her material needs. That girl has a bad experience, and is now in a period of hesitation entering a new life, and there may be all kinds of confusion."

"Master, please rest assured to leave it to me."

Miria bowed and smiled confidently.

"In any case, I have also served as the head of the sect for thousands of years. It is still easy to take care of a little girl and let her enjoy her current life safely."

Her cult is a cult that worships "Black Goat of the Forest" and "Mother of the High." Most of the mysteries practiced by Miria are also inherited from Sab. Nicholas. It is also for this reason that when she is not in front of Rope, the girl has a rather dazzling maternal aura.

After arranging the work of his subordinates, Rope walked out of his building.

In the crowded streets, the black-haired youth's turning head rate is surprisingly high. If it weren't for Rope to add the ability to eliminate a certain sense of existence, it is estimated that the girls and scouts he approached could block the whole street.

This is the charm of God.

It's totally unreasonable, something beyond common sense.

But even so, from time to time, a few people approached him.

To these unnamed people, Luo Pei was not even polite to refuse, and only three replies from beginning to end.

——No appointment, no time, get out.

"It's really popular, Lord Rope."

"Um?"