So, the day after the invitation was sent out, the Saint came to Saint Laurent alone. [This article comes from]

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

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

Planting.

Flowers that bloom in different seasons have been transplanted here and bloom beautifully.

Never fade.

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

At this time, the sun has just risen into the sky, and the temperature it releases is not as hot as at noon, but has a warm atmosphere. It is the most refreshing time of the day.

The breeze blows, the flowers in the flower pond sway, and the refreshing fragrance of the flowers mixes in the wind and spreads to far away places.

Zhuang Mingge stretched out a hand, and a dark cloud floated on his hand. Zhuang Mingge placed it over the flower pond, and dense drizzle suddenly fell from the dark cloud.

"As expected of the dean of the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, he can easily simulate the weather. This superb method is as amazing as art."

At this moment, a slight sound of admiration came from behind Zhuang Mingge.

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

But what surprised Zhuang Mingge was that he didn't notice when this beautiful woman was standing behind him, which meant that if she wanted to sneak attack him, he probably wouldn't be able to escape.

However, Zhuang Mingge soon figured out the identity of the other party.

Vatican saint.

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

"First time meeting, Your Highness the Saint."

"No, this must be the second time we meet, liar."

fraud?

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

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

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

"Yes, I remembered." Zhuang Mingge's face was filled with either shock or a bitter smile, or both, because the identity of the saint in front of him was really too astonishing.

"His Royal Highness Michael..."

Seraph Michael. The beloved before God, standing at one of the apex of all angels, the commander of the angel legion, the legendary Seraphim.

"I didn't expect that you would be reincarnated yourself. It's really surprising."

"It's not that I turned around, it's just a part of my soul." It's not unusual for an existence of Michael's level to cut his soul into tens of thousands of parts and send a little bit of his soul to reincarnate.

According to legend, the Eastern Immortal once cut his soul into millions, walked around in various worlds, and experienced all kinds of worlds, thereby sublimating his soul.

"So, have you already met His Highness Gabriel?"

"Well, Gabriel lost his wings and cannot return to heaven. You should know this."

"Yes." Zhuang Mingge nodded.

"I once inquired about another auction in the magic world. Someone put up a pair of angel wings for auction. It seems that you obtained this pair of wings, right?"

"Yes."

"You should know who the owner of these wings is, right."

"Yes."

"Give me the wings. With your strength, even if you get these wings, they are just decorations, because you have no way to pull out even one wing from them."

This is completely true. These wings are Gabriel's wings and possess 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 Demon King.

"What."

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

This is simply an impossible task.

Zhuang Mingge smiled bitterly and said: "That is indeed the case, Your Highness Michael. After I recognized that these were His Highness Gabriel's wings, I gave them to the Demon King in exchange for benefits."

"Is it Satan?"

"Yes."

"What benefits did you get in exchange for it?"

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

Zhuang Mingge felt that it would be better for him to tell the truth now.

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

Once a fight breaks out, the probability of being wiped out is over 90%.

Michael didn't seem to have any intention of killing Zhuang Mingge. He sighed slightly, feeling that it was a pity that Gabriel's wings were used so cheaply.

"The saint's mark I gave you seems to have been sealed."

"Uh... um." Zhuang Mingge felt that it was a bit inappropriate for Michael to mention this matter now.

"You are my saint after all, and I would be embarrassed to say that." Michael sighed again, but then she said: "After being reincarnated as a human, I have gained the seven emotions and six desires of a human, and it seems that I have become

I'm so sentimental that I actually feel uncomfortable because of such a trivial matter."

Zhuang Mingge was stunned, not knowing what to say.

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

"cooperate?"

"Yes, the thousand-year agreement is very famous even in the heaven. After all, it is a bet between the Demon King and Pluto. I helped you win this bet. You must get back from the Demon King what you once gave him.

Gabriel's Wings."

Zhuang Mingge thinks this proposal is acceptable, but will the devil send back what he got?
Chapter completed!