"Damn, what kind of person is this guy!"

The angel with the same face as the ancient one was cleaning up his wounds.

Its left wing is missing half of it, and it looks very embarrassed.

Gabriel, its name, no one can figure out their gender.

It's like when Tyrell was hidden under his hood, no one knew what he looked like.

Fortunately, those angels don't like to say anything like "look at my face."

It is said that angels are asexual and that men and women have no influence on the group.

Are they completely different life forms, such as oviparous?

Or it was born from a pool where I don't know how many angels had bathed.

Whatever!

Gabriel originally wanted to reap the faith by making hell's plan work and then spreading the glory of heaven.

Of course, it has its own set of reasons, but there is no need to go into detail at this time.

But the presence of the barbarian nearly frustrated its plans.

The good thing is that the girl is still dead, then her sister will become the anchor of hell, and as long as the Spear of Destiny is obtained, then this plan still has great possibilities.

But now Gabriel had completely lost the holy and perfect form of an angel, and the wings that had been brutally snapped off by Bourquesso, no matter how much it urged its strength, had no sign of healing.

Gabriel was now like a lost dog, slumped on the ground covered in blood.

"Knock knock!"

There was a sharp knock on the door, forcing it to retract its wounded wings and force it to pull itself up.

"Dear Angel Gabriel, I still don't have a chance to go to heaven?"

A frivolous and lazy voice sounded, making Gabriel a little irritable.

"Konstantin, you'd better wait outside the door for a while."

Gabriel struggled to maintain his usual tone, speaking with some effort.

There were still some traces of its blood on the ground, and it had to clean it up.

Otherwise, Konstantin may not know what he will do.

This guy is even more untrustworthy than a demon.

Gabriel waved his hand and urged the force to wipe the blood from the ground.

"What an accident, it turns out that the angel Gabriel also cleans? I thought there would never be ashes where the angels were. ”

Konstantin's figure suddenly appeared in the room, and even gently closed the door.

"If you keep doing things this way, you'll soon be in hell."

Gabriel struggled to suppress the throbbing in his heart and slowly turned around.

Gabriel, who folded his wings, wore a suit neatly, showing off his beauty.

This beauty has nothing to do with gender, it seems to be beauty itself.

The slightly curly blonde hair also shines, adding a touch of holiness to it.

"Ah, that's not good! My angel! Save your lost lamb! ”

Konstantin opened his hands, the Ska cigarette on his finger still burning.

"How many more times do you want me to say it, Konstantin! It doesn't matter how many demons you send back to Hell, but it's all for yourself. You can't go to heaven! ”

Gabriel finally calmed down and returned to his usual appearance.

But the pain doesn't diminish as it retracts its wings. So it's not very nice.

"What's the matter, dear angel, your face doesn't seem to look good?"

Konstantin put the cigarette to his mouth and took a hard puff, then spat out the smoke at Gabriel.

"Welcome to my life, Gabriel!"

Konstantin remained fearless, with a smile of owe on his face.

"What do you have to say?"

Gabriel didn't blink his eyes in the face of the sudden onset of smoke.

"By the way, do you know an angel named Manny?"

Konstantin put away his distracted expression, as if to show that the issue was serious.

"I've been on earth for too long, and there are a lot of angels I don't know, I'm sorry."

Gabriel does not change color.

"What a shame that is, would you give the Lamb of the Lord a hug?"

Konstantin got the answer he wanted, and then went back to his frivolous appearance.

"If you really are the Lamb of the Lord, find a way to ascend to heaven."

Gabriel turned around and began to go about his usual work.

"It's a pity, so I won't bother."

Konstantin opened the door and walked out, then tinkered with the lock with a thin wire.

With a clatter, he locked the door from the outside, returning to his unobtrusive appearance.

……

Jill and his father were sitting on a bench outside the blacksmith shop looking at the stars, each holding an ice cream in their hands.

It's just that he didn't eat a bite of the one in Frank's hand.

There was also a large bag of snacks on hand, already two of the most expensive beers Frank could find.

Jill was not short of pocket money, and the bag of banknotes was still hanging haphazardly in the house.

But snacks are scarce, after all, Bourkeso doesn't care about the quality of the food.

In the shelter, even the simpler the better, the less resource-poor people eat, and they will not develop any elaborate diet.

"Jill, I'll be done soon, and when the time comes, I'll move over and build a house next to it, and we'll live together."

Frank touched his son's head, and suddenly felt that the fluffy touch was really good.

He couldn't help but speed up the frequency of his hands.

"I'll wait for you to finish, I'm doing well now."

As he spoke, Jill added ice cream to his hand.

"When the time comes, we will live a normal life, and when you grow up, you will become a lawyer or a dentist."

Frank is not so much talking to Jill as he is talking to himself.

His heart has been shattered with the death of his wife and daughter, but fortunately his son is still alive.

There was silence for a while.

"Dad, if you don't eat your ice cream, can you give it to me?"

Jill looked up at his father and said in a somewhat coquettish tone, he looked like a teenager at this time.

"Of course."

Frank was called back to his senses by Jill, and quickly handed the ice cream in his hand to Jill's hand.

Bourkeso was pouring wine on a park bench.

Today he was extremely angry, the girl's body was completely destroyed by the demon, and all possibility of survival was lost.

Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't save it.

That soul was handed over to the Ancient One, and I guess she'll be sent where she should be.

The death of the noble is often not exchanged for the awakening of the numb, but more like a carnival of the ignorant.

It's like Kane's death doesn't make those cowardly guys rise up, it just makes Leah extremely sad.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and sometimes they just seem noisy.

Bourkeso remembered the wailing wounded soldiers in the shelter, and was a little depressed.

"By the way, what's that girl's name?" Bourkeso struggled to recall.