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At that moment, he even thought that Ansel was going to have a showdown with him, but upon closer inspection, Saros noticed that this halo had some prominent feathers as decoration, which was obviously not the same as the bright and shiny halo of Ansel. His Majesty the Demon King stroked his chest vigorously to calm himself down. Fortunately, he looked carefully, otherwise he would have fainted on the spot.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable in your heart?” Ansel leaned forward with concern, and then extended the halo in his hand, “Use it to warm your heart! It just broke off not long ago, and it’s still warm!”
It just broke off not long ago! That’s even more terrifying, okay!
Although it was Ansel’s suggestion, it was too outrageous, and Saros firmly refused. He couldn’t let other angels’ halo stick to his heart, but it would be different if it was Ansel’s…
Ansel’s halo… pressed against his heart…
Saros: “…”
My heart feels so beautiful.
Unfortunately, Ansel’s halo in his hand that he previously dug out had been broken off for too long, and it had completely cooled down, and was now instead being warmed by his body temperature.
Hearing Saros refuse, Ansel felt a little regretful, but he could understand it. Then he heard Saros ask himself where he got this new halo from. Wasn’t this the point? He was just about to show off his achievements!
He excitedly described to Saros how he got the halo from the angel’s head. Saros didn’t show any expression throughout the whole process, but Ansel was very good at reading his expression. He watched Saros’s expression change from solemn to surprised, then to proud, and finally solemn, feeling very happy.
…But what about the slight trace of pain he saw?
Putting aside the inexplicable emotions that he couldn’t understand, Ansel felt that Saros was really a good listener! He thought of the rotten Supreme Heaven, and his heart was moved. He looked at the Demon King in front of him who had both ability and brains, and the more looked at him, the more impressive he felt!
Saros, what a good demon king!
“Saros.” He said sincerely, his sunset-colored pupils flashing, “You will definitely live forever.”
The only colleague who stood beside him will definitely be his colleague for a long time!
What does this mean…
Saros was almost completely distracted by Ansel’s words just now. He was even a little dazed, watching the white-haired angel speak such heart-stirring words to him as if he was singing a hymn, his eyes flickering, more romantic than the sea of flowers in the sunset.
It would make people laugh if he said it out loud, he was almost bewitched.
——The devil was bewitched by the angel.
The ancestors of the Asmodeus family, this angel is teasing me.
His Majesty the Demon King calmly analyzed.
This angel wants to sleep with me!
Just as Saros was wondering where to start, whether to use the table or the windowsill, he saw Ansel sitting down casually at the round table. There was a chess game on the round table that Saros was playing by himself. Ansel looked at it carefully for a while.
The little fire in Saros’ heart suddenly wilted.
Ansel isn’t thinking the same thing as him at all.
His “analysis” didn’t count at all.
The brain cooled down, the delusions were shut down, and the smart IQ took over again. Saros watched Ansel sit down, pick up a chess piece, and started to continue the game. He also sat down on the other side in a depressed mood.
“Why did you say… that?” He tried to make himself look indifferent.
Ansel muttered while holding the chess piece.
“Saros, do you have a feeling…”
“Everyone around you is slacking off.”
Saros was silent for a while.
“Are you talking about Levi?”
Ansel was speechless for a while.
“…No, no, I won’t scold him today.”
His gaze turned to the halo he had put down, pondered for a moment, and asked Saros.
“Saros, is there a possibility that the entire Supreme Heaven is in a mess?”
Saros paused for a moment and asked, “Like Levi?”
“That’s right!”
Saros smiled softly, not in a mocking way, but in a helpless way. He looked at Ansel in front of the chessboard and moved a chess piece himself, saying at the same time.
“When I came to the human world before, you warned me not to be too arrogant and to act cautiously. What about now? Aren’t you being careless now?”
Ansel choked. He did advise Saros in this way, but he didn’t expect that it would come back to him in the end.
“The Supreme Heaven is not quite the same as the human world. The Asmodeus family has been paying attention to the movements of the Supreme Heaven for generations. The Supreme Heaven is highly praised in the family’s secret records.” Saros said, not hiding anything and told Ansel everything directly.
“The Asmodeus family has recorded the intelligence about the past generations of consuls in the Supreme Heaven. However, the information about the latest generation of consuls is not very clear, which is also due to the isolation of the three realms.” He said in a calm voice, “The only information recorded about the current generation of consuls is their names, the Archangel of Power- Shalia, the Archangel of Healing- Uriel. The identity of the third consul is still unclear.”
Ansel was silent for a while. He had been away from Supreme Heaven for more than 300 years, but back then, there were only two consuls. As for whether there have been new consuls in recent years, Ansel himself is not sure.
Saros continued.
“The trouble is that this last consul is the strongest one. In theory, he is most likely a battle angel. This layout of one strong and two weak is a balance, just like the demon world.”
Ansel suddenly realized and then showed some doubts.
“But…” He said, “Saros, you are not weak either.”
Saros: “…”
Ansel is such an amazing guy. Not only did he put the title of “strongest” on his head without hesitation, he even took the opportunity to praise him… Don’t mention it, he was actually a little happy!
But…
Guided by Ansel’s thoughts, Saros also pondered.
The layout of one strong and two weak should be correct, and it has been the case throughout history. This is also to concentrate the greatest power on the strongest demon king or the consul, so as to make quick decisions. In extraordinary times, this system allows them to become a one-man show, with only one will, that is, the will of the strongest.
Then the question is here.
What is this situation where Ansel, who is also a demon king, can fight him?
The title of the ‘strongest’ is inherited by the Asmodeus family, and this has been the case for generations. Levi’s weakness and cowardliness are proof of this. But in the midst of this, there happened to be an angel named Ansel who seemed to be an undercover agent. If he was really a fake Demon King, it would be fine. But the demon world actually recognized him and gave him a crown.
Saros couldn’t understand why this happened.
It couldn’t be that the Supreme Heaven sent the consul to be an undercover agent, right? It’s a bit funny. Thinking about this ridiculous possibility, even a demon as serious as him could laugh until an avalanche broke out outside the Luster city.
“Anyway, no matter what…” Saros concluded with some difficulty, “Even if you think the other two consuls are weak, the last consul must be very strong. Be careful.”
Ansel trusted Saros very much and nodded heavily. He must be on guard!
The two of them played chess harmoniously, and Saros’ heart was filled with a sense of tranquility. He occasionally stole a glance at the angel opposite him. The angel held his chin and thought about the next move. The white hair was wrapped around his fingers, shining brightly.
He is so handsome!
His Majesty the Demon King thought happily.
The quiet atmosphere was soon interrupted by the visitor. When the knock on the door sounded, Saros almost lost his temper. He frowned and looked at the door. Ansel also tilted his head to look at the door and said.
“Are you busy? Then I’ll go first?”
No! It’s not his working hours now! He doesn’t want to work overtime!
The chess game hasn’t been finished yet, and Ansel doesn’t want to leave either. His main consideration is that he is still a demon hunter, and it’s best not to be seen by the people in the Secret Council. Thinking of this, it’s like he sneaked in at night for a private meeting… Stop!
Ansel immediately calmed down his chaotic thoughts.
“It’s better for the people in the Secret Council not to see me… I’ll go first.”
“No, no need.” Saros immediately stopped him, and his ink-blue pupils showed a hint of smile, “We can continue playing chess. The one who came to see me is an acquaintance of yours.”
Ansel reacted immediately.
“Gevin???”
Good guy! Gevin actually defected to the Secret Council! What’s that idiom called? Delivering yourself to the door!
Gevin previously ordered his people to attack Sylvia and took away his former business partner Luther. His crimes are too numerous to list. Ansel was already a little angry, and the other party took the initiative to deliver himself to the door.
Outside the door, Westam knocked gently, and when the door opened automatically, he turned to Gevin with a solemn face.
“The lord has given permission, you can go in.”
“Be careful with your words and actions! The power of that lord… is far beyond your imagination.”
Gevin responded lightly, but his heart was filled with mixed thoughts. He was even a little impatient. His fellow tribesman inside the door were about to be devoured by him, and he would soon gain stronger power and could directly steal the other party’s position in the Secret Council!
The sword in the box seemed to start trembling restlessly again. Gevin had a kind expression, but his hand tapped the magic pattern to suppress the sword in the box more fiercely.
The box was finally silent.
Luther was contemplating life in a box… Ah no, maybe contemplating a sword’s life.
Before today, Luther could never have imagined that one day he would turn into a sword. Although he knew that he was the holy sword, he felt that transforming from a person to a sword was very abstract, just like a math problem related to solid geometry. It’s totally unimaginable.
Strictly speaking, Luther was actually dead. Gevin killed him. According to Gevin himself, besides having sufficient determination and understanding to turn people into swords, they can also be killed.
But…
After becoming a sword, Luther can actually think!
This is unscientific! He has no brains, only sharp points!
Luther was entangled in this problem, and then he found that he could still move slightly, so he would poke the box whenever he felt bored, and Gevin would quickly suppress him every time.
Ah, it’s so boring.
Luther felt a little gloomy and wanted to do something to trip people.
Seeing that the box was finally silent, Gevin smiled with satisfaction. He didn’t want any unexpected situation to happen when meeting his fellow tribesman, which would affect his plan.
Gevin walked into the open door. The black-haired man held a chess piece in his hand, with ink-colored horns between his black hair, looking imposing and dignified. Upon hearing the sound, the person raised his ink-blue vertical pupils and glanced at Gevin with a faint expression.
…Horns?
The person sitting opposite him was much more lively. He stood up with his hands on the table and greeted Gevin happily.
“Gevin, what a coincidence!”
Gevin’s pupils suddenly contracted. Those white hair! Those sunset-colored pupils! That fearless tone!
Warrior Ansel! How could he be here? !
Not only was this warrior here, he also happily proposed to the demon sitting opposite.
“Saros, let’s quickly pry open his skull.”
“See if it’s the crown prince we are looking for.”
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Devil: (implicit silence)
Warrior Ansel: Pry open his skull!
Gevin: ???
…Who is the demon among you two? !
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