The lord is an undercover agent

Chapter 151. Chapter 150. Lulu, You Are Really Good
After the palace staff meeting ended, the staff dispersed one after another.

In the huge meeting room, only Lulu and Sifel at the two ends of the mottled long table

"Master Sifel, I just discovered your announcement. You are willing to help players repair their damaged houses after the battle..."

Lulu held a stack of parchment documents, with a bright smile on her face: "You, you are so kind to the players."

As she said that, Lulu's smile faded away, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she showed a bit of worry:
"But Master Sifel, do you have any instructions on how to deal with the mysterious angel?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Syfel's mouth:
"Since the player and the mysterious angel are mentioned at the same time...

"Speaking of which, I found out earlier that the mysterious young angel seemed to be very interested in the players. He probably mistook them for ordinary villagers who were forcibly dragged into hell.

"Since this is the case, I plan to let the players approach the mysterious angel, maybe they can get useful information."

After listening to Sifel's words, Lulu couldn't help showing admiration.

As expected of Lord Sifel, you are indeed resourceful!

"Speaking of which, Lulu, I recently discovered something."

Sifel clapped his hands lightly, and each picture was projected in the air, which was a series of cute Two-dimensional big head emoticons.

The emoticons in the screen are all kinds of two-dimensional cutie versions of the big-headed Syfel.

Some Syfel stared angrily, with their hands on their hips, and there was a gas icon symbolizing anger on the top of their heads, which seemed to be quite angry; Encountered a very happy thing; some Xifeier looked terrified, with tears in his eyes, as if he had bumped into something particularly scary, so pitiful...

"Lulu, if I'm not mistaken, the emoticons in the chat interface of "Dawn" were all drawn by you, right?"

Sifel had a half-smile, with an invisible smile on the corner of his mouth, a strange light flickered in his blue pupils, and he just stared straight at Lulu without saying a word.

Sifel stared at Lulu's heart, and couldn't help shivering.

"Yes... yes, yes. Master Sifel, look..."

Lulu lowered her head halfway through her speech, rubbing her fingertips on the mottled bronze long table, not daring to look at Sifel, feeling uneasy, her heart beating thumpingly in her chest.A few drops of cold sweat flowed down his cheeks.

Sifel leaned forward, his eyes narrowed into slits, as if the mouth of the Doomsday Judge had finally opened, and he said slowly in an unhurried tone:
"Lulu..."

Lulu gasped, her skin was full of hairs, her eyeballs were rolling in her eye sockets, her small tail covered with red scales nervously entangled the legs of the bench chair, and the clothes were covered in cold sweat:

"Master Sifel, I, I, I..."

On Sifel's face, a smile suddenly bloomed:
"You are quite creative in your paintings. Keep up the good work."

Only then did Lulu suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, as if she had just been rescued from the end of the world, the stone hanging in her heart fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Lord Sifel, why are you always so scary?Lulu silently added, wanting to cry but not crying.

Ignoring the fluctuations in Lulu's expression, Sifel stretched out and ordered a task to Lulu:
"I will give you a task during this time to collect information about Bell's abilities. Including his fighting style, his extraordinary abilities, and so on."

In Sifel's view, Bell has been the devil's grand duke for so many years, leading the devil's army all the year round, and must have left many battle records.It is difficult for Bell to find out his details, but he can investigate Bell's ability relatively easily.This is his newcomer Grand Duke's advantage over Bell.

The most worrying experience for Sifel was the previous lord's fortress rooftop, Bell's attempt to assassinate him failed, and he turned to offer a knife.At that time, how did Bell confirm whether the Sifel in front of him was the body or the non-incarnation?
Lulu nodded quickly:

"No problem, Lord Sifel, I promise to complete the task!"

"If there is nothing else, I will go back."

Sifel tapped twice on the mottled metal tabletop with his fingertips.

On the opposite side of the long table, the figure of the young devil gradually faded away, losing color and brilliance as if erased by an eraser, and then disappeared.Apparently teleported away.

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Syfel's private chamber.

The secret room is dark and deep, and the walls and floor are made of black stone.In the stone fireplace, the faint blue fire swayed, reflecting a luxurious but old wooden table and a few iron chairs.The dilapidated door was covered with a layer of dust, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time, perhaps the owner of the room entered and exited it by teleportation instead of opening the door.There is a stale smell in the air, and the whole room exudes a depressing atmosphere, which makes people feel suffocated.

On one of the iron chairs, the figure of a young man in a gorgeous tuxedo and leather shoes, with black and purple wings on his back, was outlined in the air.

After Sifel returned to the secret room, he tapped his hands twice in the air, and a pool of golden fragments appeared on the ground, which were the remains of the avatar.

"Mystery Angel just made Bell have a headache. To make sure he gets more headaches, I should fix the avatar."

Sifel used the materials in the castle to arrange a magic circle for the restoration of the avatar.

The transfer of cheap materials of this level and scale does not need to be reviewed by the "Book of Lords"!

Sitting on the iron chair, he began to chant ancient incantations that seemed to come from the beginning of time. His fingertips drew mysterious symbols one after another in the air, and began to restore his avatar.

The remains of the avatar floated up and re-condensed into shape.Golden light and fire billowed in the air, gradually condensing into a youthful figure.

Time passed by 1 minute and 1 second, and the shape in front of him became more and more clear.

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In this way, ten hours passed.

"It's a bit tiring. Fortunately, I can absorb the power of faith now and barely resist the erosion of the plane. Otherwise, if I am always tired, it will seriously reduce my lifespan in hell."

Sifel was immersed in repairing the avatar, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Boom boom boom boom boom.Suddenly, the silent "Book of Lords" that had been placed on the table trembled, and the bronze cover struck the old and luxurious wooden table.

"What's the situation with this book?" Sifel turned his chair and cast his gaze at the rusty bronze book on the table.

I saw the bronze book flying up by itself, swiping and swiping, the pages of the book turned by themselves, and the yellowed blank pages were facing Sifel.

On the blank pages of the book, ink characters appeared one after another, and each letter was very delicate and delicate.

"Lord of the Wilderness of War, Grand Duke Sifel, hello."

Could it be that this broken book wants to tell me something?No, the font is different from before, it was written by someone at the other end!Someone talk to me with the help of "The Lord's Book"?
Sifel became vigilant and squinted his eyes: "Who are you? Why can you send me information through the "Book of Lords"?"

The one that can send a message to the "Book of the Lord" is either another "Book of the Lord" in another level of hell—not necessarily what the book looks like, or it is a remnant of the "Book of the Lord".For example, Bell, as the nominal lord's deputy, holds the remnants of the "Bronze Book" on the first floor of hell.But Bell has never contacted himself in this surreptitious way.

On the dim parchment pages, new ink words emerged one after another, each letter appeared one stroke at a time, as if an invisible person was writing on the page.

"I am a legendary devil, you can call me 'The Talker'. I know all your secrets, Grand Duke Sifel."

(End of this chapter)