An Angel's Observation Diary

"Grant, my name." The other party extended his hand to him, expressing friendship.

"Krito." Crito held his hand. The demon's hand was very cold, but not icy. It was different from the ice-like temperature of the demons described in the book. Crito felt that he was holding his hand. Jade or something.

Sure enough, many things still need to be personally inspected to understand.Once again Crito felt sorry for being involved in this strange trouble.

"I just finished reading this book, it's too boring." The devil withdrew his hand and put his book upside down on the table, "I think some things need to be practiced to be reliable, since you just came to the devil world, I can As the host here, I invite you to have a drink."

No problem at all.Crito shouted in his heart, but his rationality made him stop abruptly when he almost shouted, "Sorry, it's really inconvenient for me, if in a few days..."

The demon suddenly came over and stopped Crito's voice abruptly. The face was too close, and the little bit of confused voice from his throat could be clearly heard, and Crito subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

"I see, you came here by smuggling, right?" Crito looked at the sharp lip lines of the other party opening and closing, and some did not understand what he was saying.

"Huh? Smuggling?"

"There will be such angels who sneak down from heaven, earn a little pocket money, and then never go back." Grant said very subtly, but kept staring into Crito's eyes, "usually She is a very good-looking angel, but you are probably the most beautiful, based on this, I advise you that if you still want to go back to heaven, it is best not to do such a thing."

Crito blinked in a daze, "I don't quite understand what you mean... What is pocket money?"

The devil chuckled, and there was some searching in his eyes, and then he sat back in his seat, "In the devil world, angels are still very popular, especially those good-looking angels, probably for the devil, violating angels sounds It would be more interesting, don't you think?"

Crito understood what he meant, and was not angry at the explicit hints in the devil's words, or because such a face said such words did not seem so annoying, or his instinctive politeness and gentleness were at work, Crito Rito just smiled and explained, "I didn't come here for this reason, my reasons are more complicated..."

The other party looked at him, as if judging the credibility of this sentence.

Crito sensed the danger, and perhaps it was not a good idea to talk to the devil in this situation, he was about to find an excuse to leave when he heard Grant say, "Let me buy you a drink, Saris City is the best The tavern is nearby."

"Sorry, I really..."

"You just don't have an ID card, right? I can help you if that's all it takes." Grant's words made Crito's eyes shine, "I can give you an ID card from Tyre, but this ID only has you by my side will take effect."

"What do you mean?"

"Slaves or pets of demon nobles." Grant seemed to pause for a moment, seeing that Crito didn't resist, and continued, "This kind of identity doesn't need to be checked, my identity is yours. "

"I have the treatment of a viscount in Tyre, so if you stay with me, there will be no problem. If you don't mind being treated as a slave or a pet..."

"Is there any other way?" Crito asked.

"I'm just a viscount in a small city." Grant shrugged, "I can help you if you have trouble applying for a certificate. how long."

It's like saying nothing.Crito thought to himself, the problem is the efficiency of the Demon Realm, if they can find someone to prove my innocence immediately, I don't need to run away...

"By the way, do you speak Heavenly Language?" Crito asked him as if he suddenly thought of something. "Or friends around you can do it too."

"..." Grant looked at him for a few seconds, seemed to be thinking for a while, and shook his head regretfully, "As far as I know, there are very few people in the devil world who can understand heavenly script, and they are all old and dying guys. Probably all of them are on the side of Wangcheng."

Crito sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"How about Angel, have you considered it? If you just want to move around this territory without causing trouble, I can help you. This is also for safety reasons. I have no way and it is impossible to give you a more free identity. After all, you An unidentified angel."

"Let's talk about it first, it's just in name." Let's take a tour guide, Crito thought a little bit self-defeating.

"Of course." The devil smiled, "Then what should I call you, do you prefer to be a slave or a pet?"

"Just call me Kerry, thank you."

The angel buried his head in the pages of the book, and a muffled voice came over.

"No problem, Kerry." The devil's voice seemed to be holding back a laugh, and he seemed to notice that his smile was too revealing. Grant cleared his throat and said, "Now, can we have a drink together?"

Crito knew that he was undoubtedly being molested, but he really had no other way, and from a certain point of view, the other party had really helped a lot, so it was not bad to tolerate a little bit of his prank.

Sure enough, angels are very tolerant creatures?Crito thought, although it seemed that he was the one who benefited more.

When he followed Grant to the library lobby, Crito suddenly thought of something, "The book you read doesn't have a library label, so why don't you take it with you?"

"It's okay, a very boring book given by a friend." Grant shrugged, "I think some things have to be practiced by myself, and reading books all the time is useless."

Crito nodded, recalling the title on the black cover of the book, it seemed that there were words like demons, and to be honest, there was no desire to read that cover.

"This is for you." Grant handed him something that looked like a badge. "Just wear it on your body."

"What is this?" Crito took over and asked.

"The badge owned by the nobles of the demon world can prove that you are my property."

Although he instinctively resisted the word possession, Crito didn't have time to worry about it, "Do you want to wear it on your clothes?"

"It doesn't need to be so obvious, just put it in your pocket. The demons can feel the magic of the family crest. If someone asks you, show it to him. If something happens, let them come to me directly, don't talk too much." Grant said Then, lead him out of the library.

It went very smoothly, and the patrolling soldiers naturally ignored him.

I heard that the demon world has a strict hierarchy, but now it seems that it is much stricter than I imagined.Crito took notes silently, regretfully missing the notes he had lost.

The best bar in Sarris is called Sarris, and the most famous wine in it is also called Sarris.

"I think this is probably a city with a strong sense of belonging." Crito said looking at the wine list.

"Oh? Why?" Grant leaned over and asked, and before he could answer, he pointed to a wine on the wine list, "I recommend this."

"Won't you try 'Sarris'?" Crito asked him.

"Sarris is too exciting and not suitable for you." Grant said with a smile, "You haven't understood this city yet, I will bring you this glass of wine when you are ready to leave."

"Okay." Crito promised him with a smile. Although he felt that there should be no such opportunity, it is not a bad idea to cater to him now. He ordered wine according to the devil's recommendation.

"You just said that there is a strong sense of belonging here, what do you mean?" Grant changed his tone and returned to the previous topic.

"The style of the city, as well as the style of the city lord, the bar and the wine are very uniform, and there is no sense of disobedience. Although the city has a strong personal style, it can unify most elements, which is probably the charm of the city itself. "

"Do you still know the style of the city's lord?" Grant laughed.

"Not sure, I read it in this brochure." Crito took out the backpack and handed him the travel brochure.

The corners of Grant's mouth twitched unconsciously when he saw the large picture on the cover of the manual, "Don't you think this thing is a bit too exaggerated?"

"Are you talking about turning the tourist brochure into a personal portrait of the city owner?" Crito said, "I think it's okay, although it looks a bit strange at first glance, but if the city owner is good-looking, it represents the style of the city. If so, this kind of thing seems very reasonable.”

"Hehehe, is that so?" Grant laughed a few times, flipped through it casually, and then directly rolled up the manual and threw it into the trash can.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't throw it away."

"Why do you need a manual when you have me as a tour guide? Just ask me if you don't know anything." Grant said.

"You're not a photobook..." Crito complained softly.

After their wine was delivered, Crito didn't care too much about the photobook that was thrown into the trash can, and concentrated on experiencing his first glass of wine in the devil world.

"It tastes good, sweet." Krito narrowed his eyes and commented.

Grant seemed amused by the comment, "Heaven don't you have a bar?"

"Yes, but I haven't been," Crito said.

"why?"

"Too busy, I don't have time." Crito shrugged while drinking, "This visit to the Demon Realm is my longest vacation, although it's still for investigation. Because of this, I don't want to lose my pass." It was a waste of time."

On the way to the bar, Crito told Grant that he had accidentally lost his pass and it would take a lot of time to reissue it, so he secretly hid it, hoping to at least hide it from this period of time.This passage was half true, but fortunately Grant had no doubts.

"Are all angels so busy?" Grant asked curiously.

"No." Thinking of the busy work in heaven, Crito was also a little depressed, and his tone became low, "Actually, there are many kinds of angels, and not all of them are pure and flawless, but as long as the soul is not stained black, basically they are not will be cast out of heaven."

"The soul is dyed black? What is that?"

"I don't know too much." Crito said, "I have never met such an angel."

Because of working all the time?Grant thought so, but didn't say it.

He looked at Crito's side face staring at the wine glass, the delicate and soft outline printed on the wine glass showed a perfect reflection, and the dark golden eyelashes fluttered like neat feathers.

Although the conversation with him contained a mischievous element, but the sentence "you should be the most beautiful angel I have ever seen" was not a joke. When he saw this face, he remembered the betrayal of his body that he encountered in some places before. Suddenly, there is a sense of guilt that has never been felt in the angel.

The demons want to invade the angels, probably because of the stimulation brought by this sense of guilt, right?Grant thought this way, he understood this idea, but he didn't realize until today that he would have this idea too.

Grant picked up his glass and drank the last of the wine.

Crito's sense of touch is very keen, he is right, this city, the lord of this city, and this glass of wine all have the same aura.

Elegant, calm, indifferent, cruel.

This is a combination of saris.

Welcome to Sarris.Grant looked at the angel who was looking around and looking at the surrounding environment, and said this in his heart.