Sparking Away from the Devil's Riches Chapter 9

There's no way, he's really scared.

Oliver Cong resolutely defended his life and health: "When you leave here, I will come down."

The other party snorted and stopped talking.

The time it took for Ethan to see the message and come over to resolve the deadlock was really too long. Oliver Cong was not an outgoing person who could chat with anyone he met, so he didn't dare to move even when he was lying on the tree, for fear of breaking the branch.

He secretly looked down at the red pepper demon who was lying on the ground with his butt sticking up and unable to move after being illuminated by the holy light. The Gabriel seemed to think that this kind of muscle felt good under his feet and was stepping on him from time to time.

Amen.

"Why did you have to do it?" The Gabriel under the tree was still struggling with this question: "Am I incapable? Am I incapable?"

Oliver Cong perked up, leaned over and said, "He said it was because I grew up so well."

The Gabriel said: "That's because you started from too low a point."

Oliver Cong: ...

In contrast, the Gabriel in the white suit was obviously much more bad-mouthed. Oliver Cong quietly rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry about it. On the other hand, I clearly sent him a message, so why did you come over? The demons have downline development targets, and they sell contracts to people in their dreams every day. You Gabriel don't have a dedicated office phone number, do you?"

The Gabriel said, without even looking up, "Really?"

"Is this a public account? What else?"

60.

Oliver Cong opened his mouth and finally closed it again.

He felt as if he had accidentally strayed into some kind of working-class hell.

In this hell, no matter you are at the bottom, in the middle, or at the top, no matter your race or what you look like, everyone works equally for others.

Then he thought of another even more terrifying thing.

"You mean, you could see all the messages he sent me...and the messages I sent him?!" His voice trembled.

The Gabriel raised his eyelids as if he was used to it: "What else?"

Oliver Cong felt his toes were scratching the soles of his shoes frantically.

Fortunately, he didn't post anything weird.

"So is it okay for everyone to know that he's training me?" Isn't it the kind of thing that needs to be done secretly away from Mason?

The Gabriel in the white suit looked at him with that matter-of-fact look again.

"I submitted my application long ago, so there's no need to avoid others... I just thought about resigning when I was injured before, he---"

"Wait a minute," Oliver Cong interrupted him quickly, "Is this something I can know without spending any money?"

The Gabriel asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Oliver Cong shook his tail and confirmed again: "I have one foot in hell. I have signed a contract with the devil. How can I know such a big thing about Gabriel?"

"It's not a big deal," the Gabriel in the white suit said, "Just tell me if you want to listen or not."

This problem is too fatal.

Oliver Cong couldn't resist at all.

"It happened two years ago. He had a pretty good relationship with a human. He was about your age, and looked quite similar. When the man saw Ethan, he didn't hide. Instead, he offered to let him wait for two days and let the Gabriel deal with him."

Oliver Cong listened quietly, and suddenly felt a little awkward.

"Don't compare yourself to me. It's like some cliché stand-in joke." He muttered quietly.

"I don't know what happened, but Ethan didn't take action for a long time, and kept dragging it out until he failed. His body was injured, and it took a lot of energy to repair it. Not only that, but he also successfully turned that person into a demon." The Gabriel in the white suit exerted force and crushed the demon under his feet again.

Oliver Cong reacted for a moment: "So it's... backstabbing?"

He really couldn't imagine that an Gabriel would take the initiative to show mercy to a person who was about to become a demon.

"I guess that's probably the case," said the White Gabriel. "He didn't work there for very long. Cherubim rarely come to do this kind of grassroots work. He just came here to take over the job for a while a few years ago."

"That kind of thing is actually very common. Most Gabriel will get used to it and then figure out their own way. But he might have been quite averse to it to begin with, and now he doesn't want to stay even more."

"So, he wanted me to take action in the beginning because... because of what happened before, he thought that I would stab him in the back one day anyway?" Oliver Cong asked blankly.

"That's my guess," said the White Gabriel, "otherwise, you are such a weak demon, I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out."

Oliver Cong was silent for a moment, then asked: "So what is he doing now?"

"Do you really want to know?" asked the Gabriel in the white suit.

In fact, Oliver Cong regretted it as soon as he asked. He hesitated for a moment, retracted his head again, and said: "No... forget it."

He remembered the look on Ethan's face the last time he brought it up.

"If he doesn't want me to know, then I'd better not listen," he said.

The Gabriel in the white suit laughed in confusion: "You listened to the Gabriel and heard everything you should have heard. But now -"

"Oliver Cong." A familiar voice sounded not far away.

For a moment, the conversation paused, and the Gabriel by the tree turned their heads at the same time.

After some normal communication without any personal feelings, the Gabriel in the white suit left.

Oliver Cong couldn't help but think about what he had just heard. He shook his head and forced himself to adjust his mood.

I don’t know if Ethan heard the secret conversation they had just had behind their backs. He lay on the tree and observed vigilantly for a while, and found that the other party really had no flaws.

"You can come down now," Ethan raised his head, the dusk light shone on his face, making his clear eyes look very beautiful. He raised his hand, as if he was catching someone: "He has gone, I am the only one here, don't be afraid."

Oliver Cong certainly knew.

After all, he didn't come down because he was afraid of the other party.

He held on to the thick branch tightly, and kept glancing around: "Is there anyone else around?"

Ethan said, "No, come down."

Oliver Cong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He prepared himself for a long time and finally whispered, "I don't dare... I can't get down from the tree..."

Ethan: ...

Oliver Cong didn't care about his face anymore. Since there was no one else around, he cried out, "My legs and arms are numb. Come up and help me."

In any case, the new information we just obtained is worth pondering.

Oliver Cong, who had struggled for a full half hour before successfully getting down from the tree, now felt that the temperature on his face could not be lowered at all. He could only try hard to forget the embarrassing incident.