"Your holy light is so pure, you are not from the Church of Light, but... Death's Scythe, are you an undead creature?" Shyamala's eyes were pure and curious, as if she didn't care about her own life and death, and she was even more curious about Ange's.

identity.

Ange nodded, and then said: "Please, kill, Duke Wright."

Xia Mara was a little surprised: "You mean, you don't want to kill me, but you invite me to kill people, Duke Wright, why?"

"He burned my fields." Ange said.

Xia Mara's eyes were filled with questions. Is there any connection between burning fields and killing people?

However, pure people have pure benefits. They soon stopped thinking about this question and asked: "What is commission?"

Nigris looked over and asked tentatively: "Magic crystal?"

It originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to persuade Xia Mara, but it didn't expect that a fight would be enough?

"No need." Shyamala shook her head.

"Then what do you need?" Nigris asked.

"There is something that makes me unable to eat well. If you can solve this problem, I will accept your employment." Shyamala looked at Ange curiously, then at the little angel, and suddenly said: "

It's not the real Holy Spirit."
Chapter completed!