At first, Lucifer decided to use flesh and blood to cultivate newborns. The children born in this way would not inherit the power of the angels. The bloodline inherited by Hania to Lucifer would be greatly weakened. He could only rely on the drop of divine blood injected into the heart to maintain the special nature. After hearing about this result, Metatron's perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder immediately broke out. After hesitating... he was considering the second plan.

Birth in the body.

This method is undoubtedly a bit of a taboo to nurture offspring as an angel's virgin body.

Lucifer smiled strangely and said, "Meta, if you choose this path, the Messiah promises that you can give birth to children within one year, and I can also cover it up for you. No creatures other than you, me, Messiah, Haniah will know this."

Lucifer used his words to tell Metatron about countless benefits. For example, he inherited the appearance of his parents and could go to heaven to continue to become father and son after his death. These things Lucifer longed for but could not do, he promised Metatron, and it didn't take long to pry up the soft gap in Metatron's heart.

He wants a child.

Metatron frowned and struggled on his gentle face, "What you said...is certain that can be realized?"

Lucifer replied to the lover: "Yes, I will not deceive God, but will tell God after the matter is over that child is created by the flesh and blood of you and Hania to conceal this for you."

Metatron was silent.

This is not a deception, but it can be regarded as a deliberate concealment of God.

"Don't worry about this matter, you think about it carefully." Lucifer saw that his words had reached this point, but instead let go of the aggressive rhythm and took a step back and said: "Haniya's life span is not very long. This is his youngest peak. If he creates children at this time, he will undoubtedly inherit the advantages of both of you."

Leaving this implicit time-limited sentence, Lucifer looked at Lucifer, who stood up in a sympathetic manner and bid farewell to Archangel Wisdom with Lucifer.

Walking out of the palace of Archangel Wisdom, Lucifer smiled and said, "Are you so sure that he can agree?"

Lucifer blinked and stretched out his finger toward a building in the distance, "Look, over there." Not far from the palace of Archangel Wisdom is the Angel Academy, which covers a large area. "Meta has always liked the cubs very much, very much. He is the seraph of the angel who teaches the most frequently among us. As long as he gives him a little catalysis and does not involve disobeying God, he can make this not difficult choice."

His eyes as vast as the sky are not only pride, but also wisdom and confidence.

"We'll have to wait for a few years."

"Okay, listen to you."

Lucifer could not get close to Seraph Clan outside, but at this moment he had the urge to hold his hand. He wanted to tell the whole heaven, the whole world and the hell that the beautiful and proud angel in front of him was his lover and the other half of his soul.

Lucifer seemed to see some of his intentions, and suddenly accelerated his pace, not daring to let the Messiah do anything irreversible in public. Lucifer followed him slowly, admiring Lucifer's slender back and his body under his robe that only he could blaspheme. After opening the realm of love, his Lucifer became smarter and smarter.

A letter was sent from heaven to the Holy See of Light in the mortal world.

After reading it, Haniya immediately destroyed the letter, her heart beat like a drum, and her mind seemed to be buzzing, recalling the words her father said on the paper: "Haniya, if you don't want to get married, wait a few more years, I will let Metatron give birth to your child."

Metatron…His Highness…and my…children…

This surpasses the ordinary class and identity, and directly has descendants with a gentle and noble angel in heaven. Even though Hania thought she had seen strong winds and waves in the Holy See, and the patriarchs of the mortal world and the strong were on par, he could not help but blush and beating for what his father said, and he could not calm down at all. Perhaps in the eyes of angels far away from the mortal world, these things are not worth making a fuss. After all, they are not the result of love, but the product of magic. But Hania's perception from childhood to adulthood is not like this.

The "person" who can give birth to children for him must be his closest object. Haniya once fantasized about it as Alex, but unfortunately Alex did not like him. The fact now is Metatron, the prime minister of heaven.

Haniya's face was blushing all night. When Yarman saw this, he thought his little boy was sick. He pressed Haniya's forehead with his palm. Yarman said in confusion: "Don't have a fever, why is his blushing like this?"

Haniya's face turned redder.

Thinking of his father's confidentiality request, he carefully revealed some, "Uncle Yarman, I will have children soon, so you and Uncle Alai are no longer worried about my marriage."

Yarman was struck by lightning, and he watched when the grown-up Haniya was defiled by a woman!

"Who is it?!"

“Can’t say it at the moment…”

Hania lowered her head and said with a thin and weak mosquito.

"I remember you haven't stepped out of the Holy See this year. How could you have children? Who is it? Elf or Dragon? Or who doesn't know a woman?" Yarman walked around him in a hurry and found that he couldn't find Haniya's mouth. He immediately went to discuss with Alai. When Haniya saw him leaving, he really wiped out his cold sweat. Uncle Yarman's combat power was too strong at critical moments, and he could hardly resist Uncle Yarman's inquiry.

When Alai learned that Haniya was about to have a child, he was also confused, "When will it happen?"

Is their supervision so poor?

Yarman said with a heartache: "If I had known, please comfort Haniya, and choose your partner slowly. This is better than a woman who doesn't know where she has a child for Haniya! This is an illegitimate child!"

Alai was shocked by his dragon roar, and after reacting, he roared: "Yalman! I said it's okay for Haniya and I, don't mention that matter again!"

Yarman was scolded by him and pointed at the nose. His strong and tall figure shrank into the corner, and his body was covered with shadows. He said in a silence: "Haniya has a child. The child's mother's identity is unknown. I am not sure whether he is his biological child. Never learn to study the Messiah and adopt another child in the future..."

Alai was so frustrated by his quarrel that he pushed the guy out, "Go out for me! I'm going to sleep. I'll go to Haniya tomorrow to ask."

Alai believed Haniya would not hide such a problem from him.

As soon as they met the next day, Alai caught Haniya who wanted to avoid Yarman. "Haniya, Yarman told me." With one sentence, he stopped Haniya who was guilty and dragged him to a corner where no one eavesdropped.

Facing the trusted Uncle Alai, Haniya still closed her mouth and asked no questions.

Alai was puzzled and was also injured, "Why should I hide it from me? I am not Yarman's big mouth. No matter who gave birth to your child, I will not reveal it. Why should you beware of me?"

Haniya's eyes shook for a moment. Unfortunately, thinking of His Highness Metatron's reputation, he said arduously: "Uncle Alai, it's not that I don't want to say it, but that my father asked me not to speak. If you don't believe it, you can send a letter to ask my father." If the price of having a child is that His Highness Metatron was misunderstood, he would rather keep this matter hidden in his heart and reveal it when he could.

Alai looked at him blankly for a moment, and sighed weakly: "You have grown up and learned to hide it from me."

Haniya couldn't bear it and looked at Alai leaving, but the voice in his heart told him that it was right to do so. Frankness and sincerity are a kind of moral standard, and honesty is also a kind of moral standard. For this reason, he kept the secret with his father and His Highness Metatron.

The price is-

Uncle Alai doesn't trust him anymore.

Hania looked at the main temple in a lost light, and the glory of God's blessing enveloped the largest palace, as if God's eyes were covering it.

Far away in heaven, Metatron went to Angel Academy. He watched the childish and innocent faces of the little angels near the classroom and left silently. Finally, he went to the college director Neil and expressed his desire to try to adopt a little angel.

Neil said in surprise: "His Highness Metatron, why did you suddenly make this decision?"

Metatron stroked the hair hanging on his shoulders and sighed: "I had this idea for a long time, but I have only recently made up my mind to try it out. If it is not suitable, I will ask the little angel to come back. Don't speak out to the outside world and find a reason for me to cover it for a few years." Neil obeyed the uncertainty in his tone, and couldn't help feeling heartwarming for this gentle Archangel. If the other Seraphs were not satisfied, they would just retreat directly. How could he consider the little angel as thoroughly as His Highness Metatron?

Neil would not refuse the request of a Seraphite Highness, put down what was at hand and went with him.

Metatron's method of choosing a little angel is unique, and it is completely chosen from the perspective of the soul and faith. He does not need the little angel's excellent potential, but only needs the little angel he adopted to have a pure and faithful heart.

It didn't take long for Metatron to take away a little angel with light blonde hair.

Such gold is close to silver.

Neil knew his choice very well. Sure enough, among the few little angels he liked, His Highness Metatron liked the one with silver hair the most.

He held his little angel in his arms who might be regarded as a child in the future and said gently: "I will take you to play in my palace. If you like it, you can live there for a long time in the future."

The little angel named Amos blushed into an apple, and shyly shyly in Metatron's arms, "Okay, Your Highness."

When he arrived at his administrative palace, the first person who was shocked was Berezebu. He saw His Highness Metatron walking in with a little angel in his arms, and thought that the other party had suffered some injuries and needed seraphic angels to be treated. "Your Highness, what happened? Do you need my help?" Berezebu leaned closer and saw that the little angel was pretty pretty, with a round face, and snuggled in Metatron's arms.

"I want to adopt him for a while, Bezebub."
Chapter completed!