Samar pointed out the problem sharply: "Would you not know his obsession with His Highness Lucifer?"

Michael looked away at a loss.

Of course I know.

But knowing that it is one thing, but seeing Bezebu shows it with one's own eyes is another.

"I was wrong about this. I will talk less about His Highness Lucifer in front of him in the future." Michael put his palms together and apologized sincerely. Unexpectedly, Samar said without any appreciation: "It is not that you want you to mention Lucifer less, but that you want you to mention Messiah less. If this continues, Bezebu's prejudice against Messiah will become deeper and deeper."

Michael choked at his words.

"Wait, how did you know so clearly!"

"You don't need to be in charge."

Samar tried to tell the whole story, but Michael grabbed his shoulder and shook it desperately, "You are doing something eavesdropping again!"

Samar's eyes were dizzy and wanted to get rid of Michael's clamping. What's abominable is that Michael is extremely strong and has no intention of letting him go. The result of their endless argument was that Bezebu was awakened and said with a splitting headache: "Can you be quiet!"

Samar took advantage of Michael's distracting and made a quick decision to kick his knee in the abdomen.

"You're a sneak attack!"

Michael screamed and fell to the bed behind him, pressing Bezebu back who had just sat up. Bezebu groaned, smashed his head on the pillow, and his hand hated to push away the heavy Michael.

Samar was merciless at once, and Michael was so painful that he hugged his abdomen and sweated coldly.

Bezebu saw his painful situation and his face changed slightly, pointing his finger at another companion, "Samael, you've done it, right?"

Samar said helplessly: "He made you angry and I will avenge you, and you said to me." Seeing Bezebu's face even more guilty, Samar felt that it was meaningless to be kind, so he simply turned his head and went out, "You guys chat slowly, I'll go outside to deal with things."

The door of the bedroom was closed, and Bezebu suddenly came to his senses and quickly sootheed the injured and aggrieved red-haired angel. His hands touched Michael's abdomen, and his firm and tight muscles made him feel a little embarrassed. Bezebu bit his lower lip and rubbed him with the place where Samar was kicked hard. Bezebu's fingers were extremely soft, and the massage movements were no different from stroking. Michael's ears were so hot.

The red hair covered up these emotions for Michael and said aloofly: "Don't blame Samar. He saw you crying just now, so he deliberately took a ruthless move to deal with me."

When Bezebu heard about the fact that he shed tears, his strength in his hands suddenly increased.

"I didn't cry!"

"Aoao--it hurts!"

Michael cried without any image. Bezebu was feeling a little better by his reaction, and put a little gentle on his hand. "I want to think about the list of angels of wisdom. I will let Samar pass it to you tomorrow."

A cold light flashed in Beizeb's eyes, ensuring that the Messiah would choose the least beautiful angel to be a helper.

There is no angel in this heaven to make trouble for His Highness!

A few days later, Michael handed over the list of angels that had been ordered to Metatron to look at. Metatron's eyes twitched, but said nothing, and approved the dispatch of two of the angels. The two angels received the arrangement to Jupiter Heaven in ecstasy and said countless good things to Michael who chose them. Michael took their own eyes and lit a candle for the Messiah.

Beizeb was cruel enough to really pick out two wise angels below the average level.

Michael happily completed His Highness Lucifer's mission, and did not intend to accept the cold eyes of the Messiah, and said, "You can report to Jupiter Heaven. His Highness Messiah knows the order of dispatch in advance, and you can take office directly."

Two wise angels nodded one after another.

After Michael coaxed them away, he escaped.

As for whether the Messiah likes it... Hehe, if you have the ability, go and ask His Highness Lucifer to explain.

On the sixth level of Jupiter, Lucifer tried to get something and hit his foot. Under the eyes of all the main angels and adjutants in the palace, he silently stared at the angels who came to report with his chin.

When he found that his boss had not spoken for a long time, Tobias called cautiously, "Your Highness?"

Lucifer seemed to wake up from a dream, covering his broken eyes with his fingers, "You two, one is called Doron and the other is called Taram, right?" The two silver-haired sons who were gaze at the top of the head were used to get in close contact with the son for the first time. They were almost all their thinking was taken away, and their eyes were obsessed with the beautiful face of their future boss.

Lucifer pressed his forehead in pain. What he hated the most was the idiot, but these two subordinates were both!

"Tubeus, you take them to familiarize themselves with the Lord's Angels."

"……yes."

Tobias thought they would be beaten back directly, but was surprised to find that his boss had to endure it.

It is no less difficult to work with His Highness Messiah than to work with Seraph. Tobias is impressed by their luck. He obeyed his superiors' orders and walked out with the angel of wisdom. Tobias said as he walked, "His Highness Messiah has a good temper, but you should pay more attention. His Highness doesn't like being looked at by casually. Whether you talk or meet His Highness, it is better to keep your eyes a little and lower your head."

The two wise angels were dazzled by the sight of the Lord Angel's palace, and they should say "yes" to Tobias's words.

Tobias was struggling.
Chapter completed!