Is my request too unrealistic?

Lulu immediately realized her mistake.

Dellin used an honorific title for me, should it just be that the status of a member of the lord's court is more special and noble? It's not that he can really ascend to the sky in one step and become a sixth-order high-level devil.

Yes, it must be so!

Lulu was about to repent, but Sifer said coldly:

"It's too low. Re-report! ”

Siphiel placed the Book of Lords on the table to observe the reaction of the bronze book.

There is no alarm at all in this broken book, indicating that it has not yet touched its tolerance limit.

Keep reporting to Gaoli!

Otherwise, how can I use up these 290,000 soul energy?

You must know that during this period of time to reorganize the court, Sifer will also demote many excellent devils, and this process will release a large amount of soul energy. Now he doesn't consume a little more, his business is under a lot of pressure.

Siffel squinted, and the corner of the boy's mouth was a mad smile:

"It looks like Miss Lulu looks down on my court in Syfer. If I let the Grand Dukes of other levels know that my chief staff is just a sixth-order devil, I am afraid that he will laugh and be generous. ”

"No, no, Sie-fer-sama······" Lulu shuddered, almost fainting.

She desperately gave Siffel a look, trying to wait for the lord to make an offer himself.

It's too scary and torturous to let her report it herself.

But Siphael didn't seem to see her little movements, just stared at Lulu deadly:

"Why don't you speak?"

Lulu swallowed, held out a finger, and said very carefully:

"That'······ Seventh Order? How is it? ”

"Re-report!" Siffel immediately pushed Lulu's offer back.

Lulu wanted to cry without tears, clenched her fists, summoned up all her courage, and tried her best to squeeze out a few words in hell:

"That'······ Eighth order? ”

Unlike the previous two,

This time, Sifer sensed that the bronze book under his hand was slightly restless.

This shows that raising Lulu to the eighth rank is already the upper limit of what the Book of Lords can tolerate.

After all, in the Nine Prisons, most of the Ninth Order quasi-legendary devils are devil generals who command heavy troops, and some of them are even the Dukes of Hell who are below the lord and above 10,000 people.

According to Sifei's estimates, allowing Lulu to advance to the eighth rank could waste about 100,000 units of soul energy, so Sifiel was already quite satisfied.

"That's it, so be it."

As he spoke, Sifeel opened the rusty bronze book, took out a quill, and wrote his work report on the yellowed, historically charged pages:

Lulu, the chief staff member and the person in charge of the "Dawn" project, proposed that she be promoted to the rank of Eighth-Order Devil. This is a big burden on the soul energy inventory in the territory. However, given the sensitivity of the Chief of Staff's identity and the importance of the Dawn project, I weighed the pros and cons and finally approved the proposal······"

Lulu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if she were in a dream.

Her eyes were slightly moist, but they seemed to be tears of joy.

Everything has changed.

The soaring fantasy of masturbating before, and the delicate appearance of the lord boy in front of him, blended in the blurred vision.

Her dream has come true!

She has truly escaped all tragic fate and joined the court of Lord Siefer! He even surpassed his former boss Dellin and became the chief staff member of the Nine Prisons Palace.

Seiffel closed the bronze book and stood up.

"Today, someone will take you to a special room to rest. Tomorrow, I'm going to hold a promotion ceremony for you and the rest of the staff team. And then you get to work right away. You only have 10 days. ”

"Yes, Lord Sifir, I will never fail your trust!"

Lulu also stood up and saluted heavily to the young man in a suit and leather shoes who was slightly shorter than herself.

Siphael raised his hand, ready to beckon the waiter into the hall and take Lulu away.

Just when Lulu felt that everything was over,

Sudden change!

Siefer's movements froze.

The boy seemed to have been struck by lightning, or some kind of evil disease was attacking. His hands stopped in the air, but his body trembled.

"Sie-sama, you?" Lulu asked warily.

Siefel didn't reply, and he fell to the shiny marble floor with a thud.

His limbs twitched, and his whole body trembled.

Siffel reluctantly looked up, and Lulu could see the boy's eyes rolled up, black lines spreading across the boy's face.

"Your Lord, what are you?" Lulu was terrified.

Siffel seemed to want to say something, but couldn't.

His face began to distort, and from time to time cocoon-like sprouts appeared on his arms and face, which were uncovered by clothes, and red chickenpox. His eyes protruded, his mouth opened, and a thick black mist poured out of the boy's mouth.

In front of Lulu, the Grand Duke, who had been majestic all along, was now rolling on the ground in unbearable pain, moaning and howling.

Sifer felt that the sharp pain and itching spread all over his body, as if a knife was cutting every inch of skin, and every inch of skin seemed to grow worms.

"Don't be afraid, Lord Sifer, I'll call someone for you."

Lulu was startled and didn't know what was going on, so she could only run to the door:

"Someone, Lord Siefer, he'······"

Siphiel reluctantly raised his hand and stopped Lulu:

"Nope! No need to call anyone! ”

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