Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

"Look, Fat Duck and I are leaving soon, aren't you sad?"

Lucifer raised his head, his blood-red vertical pupils and azure blue eyes intertwined with each other, reflecting each other's appearance.

Then, Lucifer pretended to be heartbroken, with tears rolling around the corners of his mouth.

"Today, my hands are shaking, today, my heart aches... I'm inside the cover. If there weren't ten boxes of limited edition Pocky, Vadasi..."

"Okay, please stop. You are really obsessed with yourself."

Lucifer, whose spellcasting was forcibly interrupted by Mostima, then said indifferently:

"You know, Mastema, how long the blood demon's lifespan is. And... now that you have become a fallen angel, your view of time has been more or less distorted."

Hearing this, Mastema could not help but stand there in shock.

She didn't expect that the secret she had hidden deepest would be discovered by Lucifer.

That was a detail that Fiammetta, who had been traveling with Mostima for a long time, had never noticed.

Perhaps it was from her fall from heaven or from the time she obtained the fragments of the Chronomon, Mastema's concept of time began to slowly become confused.

She felt that time was not passing very fast for her, which was why Fiammetta hated Mostima's slow attitude.

"Ah... something really serious has been discovered. Can you please keep it a secret for me? This is really important to me."

"So what is the price, Mastema?"

Mastema twirled his chin and pondered for a long time, then nodded as if he had made up his mind.

"How about I let you suck my blood for free every time I come back?"

"OK, you who lie will have to swallow a thousand needles."

Lucifer once again made a promise to her.

At this time, Mostima raised another question that concerned her greatly.

"So, Lucifer, how old are you now?"

"Your and Fat Duck's shoe sizes combined are not as big as mine."

"Hey, should we call you uncle? Does this count as an old cow eating young grass?"

"If you say yes, then it is."

Lucifer shrugged, looking nonchalant.

In this land, there are many families whose relationships are separated by a whole century, not to mention the age gap of only twenty or thirty years, which can basically be ignored.

Mostima had been on a long-distance trip for a whole year, but for Lucifer, it might have been just a week.

You have to know that before Lucifer raised Ascalon, he was already over a hundred years old, but he seemed out of place among the group of old players in Kazdel.

However, Mostima was not at all disgusted by the already "old" Lucifer. Instead, he became more and more interested in him.

"By the way, after we leave, there might be a red-haired Sakota who will follow us to Longmen. I'll trouble you to take good care of her then."

"You're also entrusting your orphan to someone else?"

"You can't say that. Anyway, you will know when the time comes."

"Riddler, get out of my house!"

Lucifer and Mostima were talking and laughing, looking so happy, as if they had forgotten the time.

Until Fiammetta, who had gone out to purchase ammunition, returned to the dormitory first.

"It's really troublesome to buy live ammunition in Longmen... What are you talking about?"

Chapter 58: You also drive a Gundam?

"Beautiful boy~You don't know your own beauty~"

Lucifer sang softly a ballad that Texas couldn't understand.

Although Lucifer, who pretended to be a death singer, sang a little out of tune, it was not difficult to tell that it was a song in Eastern Mandarin.

Texas, with a pocky in his mouth, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at Lucifer with some surprise.

"Can you still sing?"

"You're out of your league. If I sing one more line, I'll be exposed."

Lucifer's musical talent cannot be described as the sound of nature, it can only be said to be comparable to Conan's absolute pitch.

"Pity."

Texas immediately lost interest and curled up on the couch, continuing to intensively surf the Internet on his phone.

"Do you still expect your brother to make his debut?"

"It's not impossible, otherwise I'd feel bad for your face. At least a quarter of the positive reviews for Penguin Logistics are due to you."

Even Texas couldn't help but smile when he saw the scene in the comment section that looked like a star-studded moment.

It’s just that the person involved, Lucifer, is a bit emo.

"That's enough for a face dog."

After that, Lucifer took out his cell phone and prepared to call the emperor.

"What are you going to do?"

"I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to tell them and I'm going to call and resign right now."

"Stop it, I'm just kidding, here's your pocky."

Texas threw the pocky he had just opened to Lucifer.

Lucifer, whose temperature was precisely controlled by Texas, grabbed Pocky and also lay on the sofa in a Ge You-like posture.

Mostima and Fiammetta had already received the order and left Longmen. For a moment, Lucifer and Texas were the only ones left in the huge dormitory.

"How long do you think Mostima will be back?"

"do not know."

Texas answered casually, seemingly not caring at all about Mastema and the others leaving.

"Did she steal your takeaway?"

"She secretly took away half a box of the snacks I ordered last time when she left."

click-

The pocky in Texas' mouth broke, and her emotionless eyes were as cold as her knife.

"6Ah, what Xiao Mo did was really not fair."

It has been more than one or two days since Mostima used time to grab snacks in the dormitory, so Lucifer and Texas simply turned a blind eye.

As a result, half a box of snacks that Texas had just bought from outside was stolen by Mostima before they could even warm up. If it were Lucifer, he would also have to go to court.

That half box of snacks also includes his share!

This is no longer an ordinary thief, we must strike hard!

When Mostima comes back, she must be severely punished!

"Oh, she gave me the money back."

Texas suddenly discovered that Mostima had transferred a sum of money to her before leaving, saying it was compensation for her.

Upon seeing this, Lucifer immediately withdrew the trial against Mastema.

"Lunch break is over, I'm leaving now."

As the clock struck two o'clock, Texas put on his shoes and uniform and began to devote himself to his afternoon work.

Lucifer was no exception, and soon he boarded his Showa jeep and began to travel through the streets and alleys of Longmen.

......

"Mastema~! Where are you? You're not at Longmen at all!"

Looking at the column with Remule's name on the Longmen resident ID card in his hand, the Archangel couldn't help but let out a long cry to the sky.

She followed Mostima all the way from Lateran through many twists and turns, and finally after arriving at Longmen, she found that she could not find any trace of Mostima no matter how hard she looked.

"The Guards even replaced my live ammunition with rubber bullets... That's really too much!"

Since Longmen does not allow the firing of live ammunition that could cause harm to lives, but the Guardian Gun is as important to Sakota as her life, the Guards Bureau did not choose to disarm Angelus after careful consideration, but instead replaced the live ammunition she was using with rubber bullets.

But Angelica still felt it was unfair and tried to go back and rematch, but the person who possessed the fragment of the Time Beast was not her.

"Mastema, I'm not done with you! Just wait↑"

Archangel Exia, who was still furious, kept pointing at Mastema and unknowingly walked to the vicinity of the slums.

goo goo-

As the Angel of Death's stomach began to make the sound of a dove, she finally stopped transcribing the history book of Mastema's years while counting her sins.

"Well... let's fill our stomach first..."

The classic first-time, penniless start.

Before finding Mastema, Exiah felt that she needed to find a job that could support herself.

After searching for a while, Angelica saw a group of people gathered on the street discussing something. Without thinking much, she went straight over to them.

"Um, how are you guys...?"

"Where did you come from, little brat? Wait, Sakta?"

The vicious man in the lead wanted to drive away Archangel Exo, but when he saw the dazzling halo and wings of Archangel Exo, as well as the submachine gun in his hand, he was stunned for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the helpless and fragile Archangel, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.

Sakota's gun can definitely be sold for a high price on the black market, and the value of the Guardian gun will be even higher.

The companions nearby immediately understood what he meant and stepped forward to surround the Archangel.

"Haha, I'm looking for a job... am I asking the wrong person?"

Even the Archangel with extraordinary sense of shock realized that the people in front of him were not good people.