High School of Wicked Magic

So, the day after the invitation was issued, the saint came to Saint Laurent alone.

At that time, Zhuang Mingge was watering the flowers, which was one of the few hobbies he had after becoming the dean of Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy.

The flower pond he manages is only a small flower pond ten meters long and one meter wide, but there are all kinds of flowers planted in it, whether it is lilies, roses, peonies, white peony, violets, or other flowers. to plant.

Flowers that bloom in different seasons have been transplanted here, blooming delicately.

Never fade.

This is also a miraculous thing that only magic can do.

This is the time when the sun has just risen into the sky, and the temperature released is not as hot as at noon, but has a warm atmosphere. It is the most refreshing time of the day.

When the breeze blows, the flowers in the flower pond sway, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers is mixed with the wind and spread far away.

Zhuang Mingge stretched out a hand, a dark cloud was suspended in his hand, Zhuang Mingge placed it in the sky above the flower pond, dense drizzle suddenly fell from the dark cloud.

"Worthy of being the dean of Saint Laurent's private magic academy, he can easily simulate the weather. This superb method is as amazing as art."

At this moment, a slight admiration sounded from behind Zhuang Mingge.

There is no doubt that the voice was a woman. Although Zhuang Mingge did not turn his head, he could tell that a woman with such a beautiful voice must be a beautiful woman.

But to Zhuang Mingge's surprise, he didn't realize when this beautiful woman was standing behind him, which meant that if she wanted to sneak attack him.I probably can't hide from it.

But Zhuang Mingge quickly figured out the other party's identity.

Saintess of the Holy See.

Except for this saint of Michael, it seems that no one can approach him quietly.Such a difficult movement is really not something ordinary people can do.

"Meet you for the first time. Her Majesty the Holy Maiden."

"No, it should be the second meeting, liar."

fraud?

Zhuang Mingge felt strange, when did he become a liar, and this saint's voice seemed to be heard somewhere, Zhuang Mingge frowned and kept turning his brain, looking through the past memories.

Suddenly, his body froze.

"Oh, do you remember?" The saint laughed at Zhuang Mingge in a relaxed tone. "Now you should remember who I came from."

"Yes, I remembered." Zhuang Mingge's face was full of shock, wry smile, or both, because the identity of the saint in front of him was too amazing.

"His Royal Highness Michael..."

Seraphim Michael, the darling before God, stands at one of the pinnacles of all angels, the head of the angel legion, and the legendary Seraph.

"I didn't expect that it was you who reincarnated yourself. It's really surprising."

"I didn't turn around myself. It's just a part of the soul." An existence of Michael's level is about to cut his soul into tens of thousands of parts, and it's not uncommon to send a little bit of soul reincarnation.

According to legend, the Eastern Immortal once cut his soul into tens of millions.Walk around in various worlds and experience the world's various states, so as to sublimate your own soul.

"So. Have you met His Highness Gabriel yet?"

"Well, Gabriel lost his wings. He can't return to the heavens. You should know about this."

"Yes." Zhuang Mingge nodded.

"I once asked. At another auction in the magic world, someone put up a pair of angel wings for auction. It seems that you got this pair of wings, yes."

"Yes."

"You should know who the owner of this pair of wings is, yes."

"Yes."

"Give me the wings. With your strength, even if you get this pair of wings, it's just a decoration, because you can't pull even a single wing from it."

This is completely true, this pair of wings are Gabriel's wings, possessing magical power, even if Zhuang Mingge holds them in his hands, they are just a decoration.

But it's a pity that the wings are no longer in his hands, because he gave them to... the devil king.

"what."

From the beginning of the conversation, Michael, who had mastered the atmosphere and rhythm, lost his composure for the first time. If the wings really fell into the hands of the devil, then the possibility of getting the wings back from the hands of the devil is infinitely close to zero.

This is simply impossible task.

Zhuang Mingge said with a wry smile: "This is indeed the case, Your Highness Michael, after I recognized the wings of His Highness Gabriel, I handed them over to the Demon King in exchange for benefits."

"Is it Satan?"

"Yes."

"What benefits did you get in exchange?"

"In exchange for a request, but it has been used up. I was trapped in a small world fragment and couldn't get out, so I used the request. The devil rescued me from somewhere and brought me back to this world."

Zhuang Mingge felt that he should be honest with himself now.

The saint in front of me is a part of Michael's soul reincarnated. Even so, her strength is higher than her own. She is terrifying and invincible. Even though she has become a human being, she can easily crush herself.

Once fighting, the possibility of being wiped out is more than [-]%.

Michael didn't seem to have the idea of ​​destroying Zhuang Mingge, he sighed slightly, and felt that it was a pity that Gabriel's wings were used so cheaply.

"The saint mark I gave you seems to be sealed."

"Um...well." Zhuang Mingge felt that it was inappropriate for Michael to mention this matter now.

"Anyway, you are also my saint, and I would feel ashamed to say that." Michael sighed again, but she said immediately: "After reincarnating as a human, there are more human emotions and six desires, and it seems that I have become Feeling sentimental, actually feel uncomfortable because of such a small thing."

Zhuang Mingge was in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Michael said: "The purpose of my coming to you this time is very simple. I originally planned to get back Gabriel's wings, but now that the wings are not in your hands, I plan to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?"

"That's right, the millennium agreement is very famous even in the heavens. After all, the bet between the devil and the king of the underworld, I helped you win this bet, and you must get back what you gave him from the devil. Gabriel's wings."

Zhuang Mingge thinks this proposal is acceptable, but will the Demon King send back what he got?

What's more, this is a bet between the Demon King and Hades, and it has nothing to do with me. I am just a spokesperson. (To be continued..)