In the room, the voice of the Holy Master vibrated with the magic power, and Suwako and Kanako both raised their eyes slightly.

They could sense their divine power clearly, and the fiery dragon's breath became even hotter.

"Business?!"

"Understood, understood, help to release the sealed brothers and sisters, Yamanoha Tsuyoshi is right, right?"

"Well, we have discussed this before, so...what about the reward?!"

…

"When my brothers and sisters gather together to recreate the scene of ruling the world in ancient times, then..."

"You two have a place in this."

This basically comes right out of the mouth.

For the Holy Lord, there is basically no need to go through such deceptive rhetoric, and the brain will come out of his mouth.

However.

Kanako Yasaka doesn't care about this.

"Hahaha."

"We don't want to talk about our past glory, or the legends that have ended."

"However……"

"Whether it's a frog or a snake, we once formed a huge kingdom together with humans, and even our names are still being spread."

Kanako Yasaka stood up and walked step by step in front of the Holy Lord, a god facing the demon sealed as a stone sculpture.

The "non-humans" who ruled the earth in ancient times may be called gods, but they were also feared by the world like demon monarchs.

but!

These existences are all the same.

It is unrealistic for the Holy Lord to win over Moriya Shrine by drawing a pie, because this picture is more realistic than what they have eaten.

Moreover, it was the mouth of the greedy snake that swallowed the frog completely, or the frog still used the snake's appetite to still cast fear in the old country.

The two of them are one, and now they don’t need anything else, just faith and interests!

"Let's be practical."

"I don't want us to have been in contact for so long and then break up on bad terms after meeting like this."

Kanako Yasaka's clear eyes met the Holy Master's scarlet dragon eyes.

Although there was a smile on his lips and the jade pillar floating slowly behind him, his words were not happy at all.

"perhaps."

"I should talk to the Black Hand people or the mages. They also know about the devil's past, don't they?!"

"!!"

Buzz!

When Kanako Yasaka finished speaking, the magic power belonging to the Holy Lord in the room fluctuated violently for an instant.

Even the temperature has risen, and the rapidly rising anger has made the stone dragon's mouth unable to stop the flames from leaking out.

"??"

But the next moment.

Seiya Suwako, who was sitting cross-legged on the table and holding her head with one hand, suddenly raised her little eyes on her hat.

Wow!

No movement was seen, the water vapor quickly filled the room, and the fever that had just started was immediately relieved.

Before Lao Long could vent his anger, everything disappeared.

"Oh oh oh."

"Would the demon king from ancient times want to take action here just because of my words?"

The smile on Yasaka Kanako's face was very evil.

Treating the same "monsters" and real "non-humans", they don't understand each other.

So there is no need to act like you are facing humans. Sometimes being more straightforward can explain the problem more easily.

"You're threatening me."

The Holy Lord's deep voice echoed.

The black hand was mentioned again, and the mage was mentioned again. The ungrateful god in front of me was just a snake.

Not only do you dare to disobey the great dragon, you even dare to threaten the demon of fire. Damn it!

I really want to burn her to death!

I really want to burn this shrine together and let it melt into the magma to vent the wrath of the Holy Lord.

"Oh, I didn't say that, but..."

Kanako Yasaka spread her hands, and she didn't have many taboos about the living stone sculpture in front of her.

"If you insist on understanding it this way, there's nothing I can do about it."

"I'll reiterate to you, if you want us to help, then give us the reward you want."

"and……"

"Don't talk about those illusory things, I want it right away, now, right away!"

…

Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Originally known as a beautiful land, as the largest city in Wisconsin, whether it is industry, manufacturing, or tourism, it has developed quite comprehensively.

Mitchell International Airport.

A shining Quinjet, to be precise, it is a modified Quinjet.

This thing was originally needed for quick combat, but now... for Mr. Immortal.

Um.

It should be a special plane for sightseeing trips.

to this end.

They even opened a small private parking area for him. This kind of special treatment really made Craig's heart flutter.

At this moment.

Holding a large bag in his hand, it looked like Craig was going on a trip. He had already changed into his eye-catching superhero combat uniform and was getting ready to board the plane with excitement on his face.

"Ha, the private jet is really cool!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Touching the leather sofa chair, feeling its smooth touch and soft collapse, Craig sat down.

Craig also noticed with sharp eyes a small freezer placed in the corner. Alexander Pierce really paid attention to it.

In order to corrupt this superhero with sugar-coated bullets, this aircraft can be said to be like a sparrow. Although it is small, it has all the internal organs.

"I've thought it through!"

Craig turned to look at Big Bertha beside him seriously and said.

"Just the hatch we came up from just now!"

"How about I write a big logo on the fuselage next to it. It's the same blue as the combat uniform I'm wearing. It will definitely be very conspicuous."

"Oh, by the way, there's more~"

As if he suddenly thought of something, Craig slapped his thigh fiercely, picked up the canned drink next to him, took two big gulps, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

"You also want to print a life-size portrait of me. Well... to be honest, do you prefer the left wing or the right wing?"

"I personally feel that it would be quite cool to have your big picture printed on the left wing of the plane!"

"..."

Big Bertha looked at Craig who was jumping up and down, as happy as a monkey, and couldn't sit still.

He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to pinch his eyebrows, and glanced sideways at Robert, who was also sitting not far away.

Robert, the cube-headed man, accompanied Craig on the journey instead of the little scientist. He can also be regarded as the robot butler on this journey.

"Set off!"

“Target Juno Mountain!!”

Following Craig's order and the roar of the engine, the extremely streamlined Quinjet officially took off.
To be continued...