Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I can't hide it from Lord Rope."

Michael continued with a smile.

"I deeply regret what happened on your territory a few days ago. Although it was not my power, the result of the incident was ultimately because the church did not take good care of the King's Sword. I hope it didn't disturb you. your holiday."

Rope didn't answer Michael's nonsense, but lightly clicked on the table, motioning the deputy monarch of the kingdom of heaven to sit down.

After Michael sat down, he spoke again.

"You also know that after the three clan wars, angels, fallen angels, and demons have been unable to support the entire clan's war, and the present is not what it used to be. Once the world suffers from our war again, I am afraid it will not be the same. The reason why Le acted without authorization is nothing more than the unclear attitude of the leaders of the three clans. In order to prevent this from happening again, I hope to completely resolve the grievances of the three clans and jointly sign a formal peace treaty."

"Then what? What are you doing with me?"

"I know you don't like this kind of tedious political affairs. Originally, I should discuss this matter with the demon king of the underworld and Azazel, but it still offends you. One is that you have all the demon rulers, Lord Rope. Identity, the second..."

There was light in Michael's eyes.

"...Not only the three clans, I want to beg you to send an invitation letter to the main gods of all the gods as the strongest, and turn this peace treaty into a comprehensive power agreement!"

If Azazel was tired of war, then Michael hated war from the bottom of his heart.

His thoughts coincided with Serjax's, but compared to the red-haired demon king who only wanted to maintain the stability of the underworld, Michael's ambitions were obviously bigger.

"The world has come to this point, and human beings have also continued a civilization that makes gods, Buddhas and angels look at them." Michael said. "In such a world, war and killing can no longer be the main theme. Only peace can bring progress."

So the world is really cute.

One, two or three, whether they should be evil or are originally good, their rulers are all dedicated to wanting peace and beauty after the pain of war.

"Nice ideal."

Rope snapped his fingers, and Miria floated out like a ghost, serving him red wine.

"But Michael, I don't see any need for me to have a name in it. If you want to talk, you can do it yourself. Those so-called main gods of the gods, if you want to call in your identities, I'm afraid it will not be difficult. Then you just need to filter out the guys who need peace."

"The main thing is that I hope to use your name to deter those with bad intentions."

Michael smiled wryly.

"Just a ten-winged fallen angel under Azazel can stir up such a storm. I can't imagine what kind of guy would jump out to stop this grand event if all the gods gathered... I say this, You shouldn't be angry, right?"

"Am I so stingy in your eyes?"

Facing Rope's rhetorical question, Michael quickly waved his hand.

"No, I just don't want to let you stage the scene of the Holy Mountain of Olympus again because of inappropriate words. I can't bear your anger..."

"Don't worry, I have a good relationship with Gabriel, and I don't care about your gaffes due to her painstaking efforts."

The black-haired youth said.

"Although I'm not interested in participating in your peace affairs, it's okay to borrow a little name from you. For the rest, you can find someone to talk about, and the location is the same. Those things have nothing to do with me, don't give me any inexplicable things. Find something."

"It would be great to have your words!"

Michael stood up happily.

The smile on his face was never false, and he gave a grander gift than before.

"On behalf of all beings who yearn for peace, I would like to pay you the most respectful respect! Lord Rope, you have a gentleness that does not match your name."

"Is the matter over?"

"Yes, it's over..."

"Then what are you doing standing here?"

Rope got up and straightened his suit.

"I just served as the chairman of the middle school in this city some time ago, and I am very busy. If you have nothing to do, get out of your way and figure out how to organize your peace conference. Don't stand here and get in the way."

"..."

A well-deserved bad temper...

Michael muttered to himself, but he did not fall down in action, and got up from his seat.

The moment the black-haired youth pushed open the door of the hall, Michael seemed to remember something and stopped Rope.

"Lord Rope, I have something else to do, could you please give me a few more minutes?"

"Ok?"

"About the two girls, Xenovia and Wisteria Irina... Did you know?"

"I'm afraid I know better than you."

"Yeah, that's really nice."

Michael smiled softly.

"Though the two girls who are qualified for the Sword of Kings are still a little immature, they are still rare talents in the world. In addition, those two girls never forget some of your past, I want to take this opportunity to let The two of them stay by your side and serve you. Like Gabriel."

It's not that Michael is licking a dog, but that this deputy monarch of the kingdom of heaven does have a mind for others.

The King's Sword incident was solved by Xenovia and Irina. He also specially met the two girls, and then he was surprised to find that the two still had an inexplicable relationship with the extraterritorial demons. With Irina's very favorable attitude towards the demon in her words, Michael also mentioned it at this moment.

This is not only a reward for their rushing back and forth and the awareness of their lives, but also a once again expressing to Rope the desire of the forces in the heavens for peace.