The cold land of the Demon Realm, as far as the eye can see, is full of black soil and rocks that cannot be seen, there is no green vitality here, and desolation and death are revealed everywhere.

Zottes kept playing with the black letter in his hand, and if it hadn't been sent by the dark elves himself, he really couldn't believe that those dark elves who had deep pride in their bones actually asked for an alliance with the demons.

Oh no, that sounds like a description of elves, hehe, maybe the damn dark elves aren't like that.

However, these are not the point, the point is that they actually want Zotes, who is the Demon King, to go to the territory of the dark elves to discuss specific matters.

To be honest, Zottes really didn't understand.

Is this taking it for a fool?

Want it to run over and get beaten on its own?

It was shot into a hornet's nest first, and then chopped up without even the slag left?

Don't be funny, can you be careful if you want to kill me?

After a while, Trotes conceived a scenario about how he was brutally murdered.

Of course, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that those dark elves must think that he is the same as those ordinary demon kings.

What do you mean by that?

Possess the power to be close to God?

Come on, he's just an ugly demon who has climbed to the top by eating the flesh and blood of the demon king, weak and suspicious.

See, I never glorify my past sins, is that a virtue?

But there's no denying that hiding deep is a great talent.

However, it is necessary to find out what kind of tricks those cunning dark elves are planning.

With this in mind, Drothus raised his feet and walked briskly to the room at the back of the palace.

Since that room is mentioned, we have to think about the long history of this room.

This room was built at the beginning of the birth of the demons, and it is the bedroom of the previous demon kings, and it is also the place where they stack their treasures, and as for the source of the treasure, in addition to plunder, there is only plunder.

However, the abundance of reserves is still worth mentioning, if memory serves, pen and paper are still available, of course, the collection value of this kind of thing is mainly reflected in the scarcity of the demon world.

Uh, let me see, the golden crown, the twisted paintings, the moldy blankets, the mutilated candlesticks, only half of the ancient books left, ah, these are bite marks, they still have a habit of eating books? Oh, a purple panties, and a layer of greenery attached to it, your survival is really hard.

Phew, crystal skull, this is a little normal, wait, is this? Oh, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a spice with a strange color and shape, what a strange fetish.

Ahem, I finally found it, ahem, a quill full of traces of time.

and a handful of dust.

Seriously, it's really time to clean up here.

After a slight grumble, Zottes rubbed his forehead and walked out, and when he was seated on the throne, he took out the letter from the dark elves and began to think about the wording.

He believed that the dark elves would understand that his conditions were difficult, and that finding a quill was the limit, if the withered feathers were counted.

Therefore, paper or something, let him carry forward the virtue of diligence and thrift, and make use of waste.

Damn the Dark Elves, well, maybe the friendly Dark Elves are just the same, but that's not good, the cunning Dark Elves are a little more appropriate, oh shit, I'm not a writer.

In the end, Trotes managed to come up with what he thought was perfect, only to find that there was no trace of it.

"Oh shit, no ink, shit, shit. With a roar, Zottes threw the quill to the ground.

After taking a deep breath, Zottes barely soothed the anger in his heart, and he opened his mouth and called out to the guards outside the palace: "Come, come, damn, come." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a demon walked in quickly, "What do you command, Lord Drotes." ”

"You go and go to the land occupied by the dark elves now, and tell them that I am still very peace-loving, so I am quite in favor of this matter, but it is somewhat unruly to talk to you there, so it is better for me to do my best to be a landlord and wait for my arrival. Drotes was still holding back his anger so that his tone seemed as calm as possible.

"Yes, Master Drothus. With that, the monster turned and prepared to go on a mission.

At dusk, he put away the long thread of sorrow and stared at the earth with his black pupils.

Overlooking the dusk of the town, it is like a golden moon falling in the heavenly river, kissing the bricks and tiles of the hometown, and from the town with curling smoke, a few shouts are heard from time to time, as if it is a distant and hazy dream.

As agreed, López led Milo to the church.

The priest at the door had obviously been waiting for a long time, and after seeing López, he quickly spoke: "Remember, don't make a lot of noise, the Tel Aviv priest is waiting for you in heaven." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and left, leading the way for the two people.

The strange name of Paradise made Milo turn his head to look at López, who gave Milo a shhh

On the way, they were amazed by the grandeur and opulence of the church, but they didn't have much time to appreciate it now.

After walking for a while, the priest stopped at a huge door, told them that this was heaven, and turned away without hesitation.

After being stunned for a moment, López pushed open the door and pulled Milo inside.

In heaven, Tel Aviv was quietly sitting on a chair waiting for the two of them, and next to him sat an old man who looked unusually kind.

Seeing the two of them coming, Tel Aviv got out of his chair and stood up, and then introduced to the two: "This is His Majesty the Ratzinger Pope." ”

After listening, López quickly put his hands on his chest, leaned forward forty-five degrees, and saluted the pope: "Hello, Your Majesty the Honored Pope." ”

You have to get the attitude right, and if you make him unhappy, things can get really troublesome.

Milo, who was confused on the side, was slightly stunned after watching López's actions, and then clumsily learned his movements.

"No need to be polite. The Pope smiled, then stood up and walked over to Milo: "Well, what a lovely little girl. ”

As he spoke, the Pope gently tapped the top of Milo's head with the staff in his hand, felt it quietly for a while, and then praised Milo approvingly: "It is indeed a rare genius, cultivate it well." ”

Seeing that there was no problem, López was relieved, and after chatting with Tel Aviv for a few words, he got up and prepared to leave.

However, Milo suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the placket of Lopez's clothes, which is normal, and it will be somewhat uneasy to throw a child into a strange environment like this.

Smiling at Milo, López squatted down and comforted her: "You have to learn magic from the Tel Aviv priest, don't make trouble, and if you behave well, I'll come to see you in a few days." ”

This made Milo let go of his reluctant little hand.