After eating the breakfast prepared by Claudia and Silos, not long after, Seattle's greeting came from outside, and they came to Carlos's home with him. The daughter of the Knight Controller was already fully dressed and wearing hair.

Ready to go.

The three of them came to Akara's tent together. As if she already knew that we would make such a decision, she waited for our arrival early and spoke before we could speak.

"Decided?"

"It's decided." Carlos responded coolly and solemnly.

"Don't regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Okay then, let me help you make arrangements." Akara nodded lightly, seemingly having an idea, and she said slowly.

"You want to communicate directly with the angels and hope that they will be accommodating, right?"

"Yes, this is the plan."

"There seems to be no other way."

"It would be a good idea to fight all the way to the Angel Clan." Seattlek touched his bald head and said with a fighting spirit that was out of character.

"I still want to kill all the way to the Angel Clan, but you will be reduced to ashes halfway." Akara smiled and shook her head. Although her tone sounded like a joke, you could tell that her words were not exaggerated at all, let alone halfway.

I had just taken this step, and it was not surprising that I would end up like this.

"It seems that this is the only way. I, an old woman, can't think of a better way." After a pause, Akara said, agreeing with our decision this time, but then she changed the subject.

"However, even if we do this, there is actually some room for maneuver."

"Oh? What should we do?" Carlos' eyes lit up. He would never let go of any opportunity that could increase the success rate.

"That's who to plead with. Among the angels, there are also people with various personalities. Some are rigid and dogmatic. They only talk about discipline and don't talk about love. Of course, there are also people who are more humane. The most important thing is that this person

You have to be able to speak well among the angel tribe because of your identity, otherwise your humanity will be in vain."

"Grandma Akara, what do you mean?" At this point, I seemed to vaguely understand.

Among the angels, he is a heavyweight and slightly humane guy. If it were me, he would undoubtedly be the first person that comes to mind.

That's right, the naked Fifth Master, it is heavy enough. There are only two angel leaders above it, Michael and Gabriel, and these two angels have not been involved in the world for many years. It can be said that the Fifth Master is actually

He is the leader of the Angel Clan, and he has the ability to rely on the heavens to compete with anyone.

When it comes to being humane, I don’t know many angels, and I can’t even count the ones I’m familiar with on one finger. Naturally, it’s impossible to know who among the angels is the most humane. But back then, I was entrusted by the Fifth Master to purify the former angels.

When Izuer, the first brave man of the tribe, I had a conversation with it... to be precise, I had a conversation with its projection. It felt like... the fifth master's tone was quite humane, not as noble and cold as other angels.

Yan, the old-fashioned tone of talking about things.

And when I helped Fifth Master once, I gave it a small favor. For this reason, it will be more biased toward us, right?

"Oh? Wu, have you already thought of a suitable candidate?" Akara looked over with a smile.

"No, no, it's just... I just have a little idea. Could it be that the person Grandma Akara is referring to is Guang... ahem, Master Tyrell?" I coughed a few times and almost gave the Fifth Master the nickname I didn't want without permission.

blurted out.

Green dragon on the left, white tiger on the right, bare wings in the middle, the holy sword hangs on the waist, the gods are blocking the gods, and the Buddha is blocking the Buddha. The dragons and phoenixes are dancing with the nunchucks in one hand, and the sky is full of flowers. The invincible hand has beaten all the underworld. The head of the stick is stained with countless blood, but it still remains the same.

The fifth master of the mysterious underworld, whom no one has ever met, is known as the Fifth Master.

"My guess is absolutely correct. It really shocked me. How did you think it was it?" Akara looked surprised, as if he was shocked by my sudden burst of IQ.

"Didn't we once do it a small favor, dry it... ahem, purify it? This small favor might be of some use," I said with a little pride.

.

"Well, that's right, and Lord Duriel is indeed one of the few angels among the angels who understands human nature better, so I do plan to let you ask for it directly."

"Can I really see Tyrell?" Carlos stepped forward with excitement, staring at Akara.

Tyrael is the leader of the angel clan, and its words can be said to be equivalent to orders. If you can intercede with it in person, then it is undoubtedly the simplest and most direct way.

"There should be no problem, but you also know that Lord Tyrell is the leader of the angel clan and is not always free, so I have to ask. You may have to wait a few more days to see it."

"No problem. If I can meet Tyrell, I'm willing to wait for a year." Carlos kept nodding. As wise as he was, he certainly knew the benefits of meeting Tyrell directly.

"Well, let's do it like this. You can go back and wait for the news."

"Is this the end?" Seattle Kepo was still not satisfied. The three of them ran all the way with great momentum, showing that they would not hesitate to roll up their sleeves and fight with the angels, but in the end they said, "Go back and wait for the news."

?

"Then what else can you do? Go back obediently." Carlos didn't want the good situation to be disturbed by this guy Seattle, so he dragged him without saying a word, nodded to Akara and thanked him, and left quickly.

"Then it's up to you, Grandma Akara." I greeted and quickly followed...
Chapter completed!