Lucifer came out of the Great Hall exhausted. When he thought of meeting God frequently in the future, he turned dark and felt that his future was unremarkable. At this time, more than 800 years away from the Creation/World Celebration, Adam was still on the earth. Lucifer was upset to find that the time was so long that he wanted to slap God in the face.

Tsk, but before revealing his identity, he must deal with Lucifer's side.

Otherwise, his fate would not be much better than God.

Lucifer's abdomen was slightly hurt. He was kicked out of bed by Lucifer last night. If he hadn't had his strength increased after the second baptism, he would have been unable to suppress Lucifer's movements. Needless to say, Lucifer's force value is worth, as long as he does not use the power of his soul state, he will not be able to compete at all. The power given to the Son by God is far from reaching the level of seraphic angels.

The biggest benefit of baptism is that the divine blood isolates the connection, and his empathy with Lucifer has obviously disappeared.

Lucifer rubbed his pretended face and restored his gentle smile.

In Xingtian, Lucifer waited for his belated lover next to the teleportation array. As soon as the Messiah appeared, Lucifer stepped into the teleportation array, with a trace of magic light on his fingers, and changed the teleportation address of the formation. Before the Wisdom Angel guarding the teleportation array could see clearly, the two high-ranking princes disappeared, and they had to admire Seraph's speed.

In the space channel heading to Jupiter, the teleportation speed was deliberately slowed down a little. Lucifer enjoyed the time he was alone with him, biting Lucifer's ear, and talking about what happened in the Great Hall just now, his hands slipped slowly into his robe.

This journey was delayed several times. When they came out, Lucifer almost had his legs weak and was helped by Lucifer behind him in time. Fortunately, the eyes of the angel guarding the teleportation array were not as sharp as those of the angels. They respectfully sent the two high men away with their respect, and did not see that the noble Archangel was walking a bit strange.

When it was about to arrive at the Executive Palace, Lucifer stopped and planned to leave.

"I'll send you here."

"Don't be so anxious, go to my place to take a shower." Lucifer was reluctant to let him go. He just tasted the taste in the teleportation array. "Your cleanliness must be unpleasant. Go back so directly, be careful that Michael can see the flaws."

Lucifer slapped his bad-minded hand away, and opened a safe distance, and said angrily: "You will worry about Michael for me, why didn't you stop before?"

Lucifer took a few more steps forward and said in a low voice: "I can't stop."

He fully demonstrated the nature of a big bad wolf.

Unfortunately, Lucifer is not a little white rabbit. After being bitten, Lucifer definitely did not intend to be fooled. He did not coax Lucifer into the palace. Lucifer regretfully watched his back leave, and he didn't know when he would meet again next time.

"Your Highness?"

Tobias breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his boss come back.

"I'll go take a shower and come out later." Lucifer walked to the back of the hall. He had just tricked Lucifer into doing it once in the teleportation array. His interest had not completely disappeared, so he could only go to the bathtub to solve his sexual blessings.

The skin was soaked in comfortable hot spring water, Lucifer leaned against the bath, and his silver hair floated on the water irregularly, like flowing bright mercury. He estimated the speed of Lucifer returning to the starry sky, and suddenly remembered something, and the pleasure of grasping the loophole appeared in his eyes.

Mo concluded Lucifer's bathing time, and he suddenly contacted the mark in his earrings.

Lucifer's eyes dripped through the golden light brought by the imprint, and his gaze shook slightly, and he saw a picture from top to bottom again. Given the angle of the earrings shaking, he first saw his naked shoulders, his collarbone was stained with water, and his head of blonde hair was sprinkled behind his shoulders. Lucifer continued to watch without redness and his heart was beating. Lucifer stood in the bathhouse, bent down to clean his body.

Appreciating beauty bathing is a happy thing, let alone Lucifer's rare posture.

Lucifer's eyes were hot and his breathing became heavier.

Not knowing that he was watched throughout the whole process, Lucifer frowned and pressed his fingers into a place of shame to clean up the sticky body fluids. When facing this kind of thing alone, he looked very calm and he was not as nervous as the teleportation array. In Lucifer's opinion, it is inevitable to have sex with his lover. All he could do was to curb the number of times the Messiah was in estrus and... he could never be damaged by the other party!

After taking a shower, he changed into the royal robe of Seraph and continued to work today. Lucifer has always distinguished private affairs from official affairs. Even if he wants to rest, he must perfectly fulfill the duties given to him by God.

Lucifer felt sorry for his situation, and resented that he cared about God so much, "It's nothing to go and have a rest."

After thinking about it, Lucifer crawled out of the bathhouse, tidied up his clothes and went out to meet the adjutant. In the name of official duties, he sent Tobias to send a message to Michael. In the palace of Seraphine, Michael opened the small note sandwiched in the official duties, secretly looked at Lucifer, and confirmed that he did not see it, so he opened it in his palm to see it.

【Luccifer is not feeling well, you can share more today.】

Michael choked with saliva.

Messiah, do you dare not be so blatant!

Lucifer felt that an angel had not moved for a long time, so he took the time to ask: "What official duties did the Messiah send you?"

Michael held the note in his palm, glanced at the contents of official duties quickly, and pieced together things: "He said Tobias also had to do things in normal times, and it was too troublesome to send official duties, and Jupiter's number of angels is too small. I hope that Your Highness can agree to him to add a few angels of wisdom."

Lucifer's face turned cold, and he thought of the wise angel he was attracted to by the Messiah.

However, based on Lucifer's understanding of the Messiah, he soon thought of a way to deal with it. "He wants several angels to go to Jupiter Heaven. Why do I disagree? It's just that as the Lord Angel, he cannot interfere in the affairs of angels. You can go to Metatron later and select two angels to help the Messiah and give them the right to administer in Jupiter Heaven."

Michael didn't know the trick inside and said happily: "It's OK."

But Lucifer said calmly: "Don't choose a good-looking angel for him, just be casual about the rest."

Michael: “…”

Damn, the Messiah dares to eat in the bowl and look at the pot!

As he was filled with blood, Michael shared most of the official duties today. Lucifer looked at the reduced weight and was very satisfied with his subordinates' constant care. He moved his body a little to relieve his stiff waist and maintain an elegant and miserable sitting position.

Seeing that Lucifer had quickly finished the rest and went to rest, Michael breathed a sigh of relief.

Your Highness is so serious that he can't get away with it.

After completing the things that the Messiah had given, Michael was ready to think about how to complete the things that His Highness Lucifer had given. With His Highness's measure, he would naturally not be skeptical of the mere angel. If His Highness could make His Highness say this, it must be that the Messiah had done something "good". Michael smiled sinisterly, and he would definitely convey His Highness's request to His Highness Metatron!

Before Archangel Zhi finished his official duties, Michael trotted to the palace not far from the next door, and almost ran into the attendant of Archangel Zhi. "His Royale Michael?" The attendant hurriedly saluted and avoided him. Michael looked inside and asked, "Is His Royale Metatron there?"

The attendant was familiar with this Seraphic Deputy, so he talked a little more, "Your Highness is still busy, and you know the situation here..."

The Angel without an adjutant would always double the workload. Michael agreed. In the year he went to prison, His Highness Lucifer even reduced his time to visit the prison.

Hearing Michael's familiar voice, Metatron called him in, "Michael, what's the matter?"

"It was His Highness Lucifer's order that he asked me to select two angels of wisdom for His Highness Messiah." Michael explained the reason as soon as he came in, and said quickly without wasting time: "Does Your Highness have any recommended angels of wisdom? Just tell me your name."

"You take it and take a look."

Metatron took out the list of the last time he chose the adjutant for the Messiah.

Michael turned two pages and realized that it was not possible. Metatron had a very high aesthetic vision. All the wise angels who could be listed were of high appearance. Isn’t it against His Highness’s request to call them over to help the Messiah?

"Well, are there any other lists? It only requires ability, not beauty."

"……ah?"

Metatron was confused by his statement.

How can a wise angel who can choose His Royal Highness the Son not require beauty? If you get along with him for a long time, you will generally not change it if you choose it. The appearance of a wise angel is a very big plus. Simply put, which angel doesn’t want a subordinate who looks pleasing to the eye?

Michael was not able to speak bluntly and reminded implicitly: "This is what His Highness Lucifer means."

Metatron: “…”

Knowing that Michael was serious, Metatron took back the list and said, "You go to the prison to find Bethibu. He usually deals with the angels of wisdom, so he should know the angels who meet the requirements."

Michael said cheerful without any embarrassment: "Your Highness, I'll go find him."

"Remember to say hello to me."

Metatron sighed heavily for Lucifer's thoughts on the Messiah, and there was another bad debt in Bezebub.

The fifth heaven is Angel Prison.

When Samar saw Michael, he didn't give him a good look and said **: "What are you here? Is there any approval from Chief Seraph? If you don't, go out and walk left. I only welcome the guys who enter the prison, and the guys who visit the prison are not welcome."

Michael was not afraid of him, so he stepped forward and pushed Samar in the seat, "Everyone is in trouble, I was deleted last time."

Samar gritted his teeth and said, "You must have dragged me into the water."

Michael was wronged, "No, I was beaten up very badly by Your Highness. I confessed Bezebub at all, and I didn't mention your name at all." After pleased the warden who was said to have been in a coma for three days, Michael successfully obtained the right to visit the prison. Samar trusted him more, and the incident in Bezebub was not as serious as that of the Messiah, so he gave him the key to opening the barrier.

"Don't lose it, I'll give it back to me after seeing Bezebu."

"You are not allowed to peek with crystal balls."

Michael shook the key with his fingers and happily went to find his former prisoner.

Walking to the floor where the Seraphic class was imprisoned, Michael humming a song and opened the barrier under Bezebu's surprise gaze. Bezebu rushed out like a bird leaving the cage, and said in a series of speeches: "Help, Michael! I want to take a bath, my body is dirty, have you brought anything? I am almost lonely here!"

After hearing his content, Michael said sympathetically: "I brought nothing today. I am here to discuss the affairs of the angel of Wisdom."

Bethibu sat back to the bed with a deflated look, "Tell me."

Michael made clear the requirement of seeking ability and not being beautiful, and did not vaguely with Bezebu. "Do you have any angels of wisdom?" Bezebu looked at him weakly, feeling that he had stabbed his heart.

"Are you sure it was said by Your Highness?"

"yes."

Michael touched his nose and found Bezebu holding the pillow and hunched his head without saying a word. He comforted him, "Didn't you know about their relationship long ago? It's too late to be sad now. If you have time, please help me think about how to complete Your Highness's explanation."

Bezebu glared at him with red eyes, "The Messiah has lost her memory, how could His Highness look down on him!"

Michael whispered: "He seems to have recovered his memory..."

Bezebu's blood stalk was in his throat, and the sky was spinning. Michael's scream was heard in his ears, "Don't faint!" However, Bezebu could not bear the fact that the Seraph, who had loved for countless years, had completely fallen in love with the Messiah. With his eyes rolled, he could no longer hear what happened next.

Michael carried Bethibu out of the humble cell and headed straight for Samar.

"Samael! Beizeb fainted!"

Hearing Michael was whispering from a distance. Samar slowly stood up and walked towards the palace gate to open. Michael was in a hurry and almost slapped Samar at the door. He avoided the frontal blow. Samar said unhappily: "I give you the key, not to let you take him out of prison." After a closer look, he found that Bezebu's eyes were closed and his face was pale.

Samar's tone was restrained and he took Michael to the resting place, "What did you talk to him about? He actually fainted from anger?"

Michael was surprised, "How do you see that he was so angry?"

"Shut up and put him down first." Samar directed him to put Beetzeb on the bed and use healing magic to take care of him. Michael obediently did it. His attributes were towards flames, and even his power contained a warm temperature. Beetzeb curled up on the bed, his face gradually returned to normal, but two tears were shed from the corners of his eyes, and he choked silently.

Even the sarcastic Samael felt soft-hearted in his companion's appearance.

This fool Bezebu!

Samar turned his head and looked at the murderer who caused this result. Michael's scalp was numb. Under Samar's scrutiny, he confessed: "I didn't mean to anger him, I just asked him to help pick a few angels of wisdom. How could he think so much..."
To be continued...