Mike is wearing a white shirt and faded light blue jeans today. His face is neither handsome nor ugly. His height, build and bearing are all the same as those of normal people.His face, which peeked out from under his curly flaxen semi-long hair, matched the common man's fantasy of Western Asia, but the foreignness was also light and unprofound.

In short, this was an ordinary, poor, pale man, out of proportion to the modern buildings in front of him, like an ant in the face of a mountain. He aligns himself with the building and looks at the camera in front of it. The brown iris and the black glass are reflected in each other. After a short wait, he went inside.

About 20 seconds elapsed between Mike's glance at the camera in the doorway and his official entrance into Magic Classroom's first-floor lobby. That's because he slowed his pace, deliberately giving the people inside a moment to react. Asa lived up to his tolerance and managed to bring all the senior management in the building to the lobby on the first floor to greet Mike within seconds of hearing the BOSS's instructions.

So when Mike enters the hall, he is greeted in the hallway by a crowd of 20 strange creatures, either in strange costumes or in strange shapes.

It would be a waste of time to try to describe them in detail.Just know that "draped in flames" and "with nearly ten horns" among them are already among the costumes that can be understood by humans. Mike didn't have time to look at them. He glanced at the two people in the front and frowned. The two men he was watching felt they were going to be crushed by the frown.

The two unlucky men who were noticed were none other than Asa and Behe.

Behe's printed shirt had been replaced by a professional clothes. The monster disguised as a burly black man was sharp in suit, upright and meticulous in his stance. There were no inhuman features or outlandish costumes on him, so he was the strangest of all the monsters.

Asa, uh......Wearing a suit of armor.The legs of the suit were the plate armour of a heavily armored Western European knight, and the arms were layers of black and red Japanese shoulder armour. The body of the suit was Chinese armor, made up of thin pieces of iron, in a deep style, and the helmet was of the Roman style with the red maned crest. On the whole, it was neither fish nor fish.

In a silence that choked the demon, Mike said, "Do you usually work like this?"

Behe was about to say "Yes," but Asa beat him to it. "Of course not, Sir. We have changed it for your welcome!"

He bowed as he spoke. The shadow of the armor fell on his pale, deeply defined face, obscuring the upper half of his face. Asa was about two metres tall, extremely thin, his skin pale to grey, like a huge corpse in action. He tried to sound deferential, but his voice was so hoarse that the sentence sounded like some kind of ironic threat.

Mike felt the same way, so his eyebrows went deeper. "A Greet?Or A Threaten?"

Asa felt his blood turn to liquid nitrogen. It wasn't just Mike who was pressuring him, but the colleagues behind him. He could clearly feel their frightened, angry eyes on his back, like meteorites.He tried to speak, but his tongue was frozen in the cold, which was about two hundred degrees below zero. His jaw quivered, his lips twitched, and everything was still.

Just before he could feel his vocal cords frozen by the fear, another voice said, "Welcome, of course, Sir. You are a guest of our boss. How dare we disrespect you? We hellmen are not very good at expressing such fine sentiments. I'm terribly sorry. I beg your pardon for Azazel's little misstep. He's just a little clumsy and not very good at controlling his expressions."

It was Behe's voice, and Asa couldn't believe it. Behe, who had been frightened out of his mind by a date in his office, now met the man who had given that date its terror and was able to speak to protect Asa. The touch brought warmth and strength back to his blood and bones. He once felt that Behe was not suitable for the post of external liaison, but now he recognized him very much, and he sincerely praised the BOSS for his good understanding of people. He realized that Behe had the virtues of the head of foreign liaison: the humility to fall in love with people no matter how weak they are, and the courage to talk to them normally no matter how strong they are.

And as for Behe calling him stupid, was it a matter?

In fact Behe had only the former. It's just that as a monster, he's under a little less pressure from Mike than his demon friends.So he has room to breathe, to perceive something and to think about something.

As Mike questioned Asa, Beher sensed one thing: Mike had, until now, been so calm.

Behe had been scared out of his mind, but he had heard what the BOSS was saying. Mike is here as the BOSS's guest, not their nightmare. So they just have to try not to make a mistake and piss off the big man.

And now Asa has made a mistake, which has caused Mike to be in a bad mood, and people are scared. So as Asa's friend and colleague, and as Magic Classsroom's most trusted external liaison, He can't just hate Asa like other colleagues, but should appease the emotions of the bargaining partner, make up for Asa's mistakes.

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When you have a plan in mind, it's much easier to carry it out. Anyway, turn the conversation around to the BOSS!

Sure enough, Mike's face brightened slightly. "What does this guy with the neither fish nor fowl outfit do at this company?"

It's a little disrespectful, really, to leave Asa hanging and turn around and ask someone else what he does.But for Asa it was a kind of grace.His heart was filled with a sense of relief, and he silently vowed to thank Behe next time.

Behe had no time now to accept Asa's gratitude.It's one thing to take over the conversation, another to be Mike's sole focus. The horror manage of being beaten to pieces by Mike's sister, until he was reduced to a single cell, replayed in his mind, and Behe felt powerless, helpless, and broken.

But Mike was stronger than his sister. He is the pinnacle of the intelligible world, the God-like one. There is nothing like Him in terms of force, on heaven or under hell.

Behe was in a daze. For a few seconds he realized this, and then the cold sweat ran down his back.

So did the rest of the field. They were surprised by Behe's courage to take over the conversation instead of Asa, and even more shocked by Behe's snub at the moment. The few who understood that Behe was also frightened were in a worse mood than Behe, who was in a trance.

The other guy, Mike, was not offended by the snub.He tolerantly said nothing and looked at the decor of the lobby.Then he had a chance to summon up the courage to convince himself that Mike really wasn't hostile: "The head of security, Sir, he's our head of security here."

Mike looked back and met Behe's eyes;"What about you?

As soon as he met Mike's eyes, Behe felt his heart stop beating because it was pinched by great fear.It didn't start beating again until Mike spoke.That was no more than two seconds in all, but longer than it would have taken for him to climb from hell to earth.

But Behe is out now, so he gives a hearty smile: "I'm in charge of liaising with our collaborators."

"Satanel knows a lot about your talents.." Mike nods.

More than a few demons have noticed that Mike mentions the BOSS's name without any extra emotion. They finally begin to believe that the other's calmness is not the cold indifference of the murderous rampage, and they finally feel a little more at ease.

"Then please show me the way."Mike nodded at Beher.Behe was flattered and led Mike to the elevator.Leaving behind a land of finally freed demons.

Mike may not be here, but he's still in this building.So the demons are still afraid to complain at the lowest level. Of course, even if Mike were to leave for good, the demons wouldn't have that kind of courage. They would have to support each other and try to walk back to their stations on weak legs.

Asa took off his helmet and held it in his arms.In addition to fatigue and gratitude to Behe, there was a little resentment in him that no other demon would dare to have. He had hoped that the costume, which he had pieced together from his favorite parts of his favorite collection, would show his respect to Mike and win him a little bargaining margin, but there was none.

His collection was even described as "neither fish nor fowl" by the guy. Even with his fears, Asa was somewhat resentful.

It's just that his anger doesn't mean much. He had challenged Mike once, 2,000 years earlier, and had been turned to ashes by a look from him. He couldn't even feel shame about that "fight." He could only think of it with fear.

Groaning in his heart, Asa was about to turn back to his office when he noticed Lilith walking out the front door.

Lilith is the BOSS's secretary. She's pretty and sexy, but she's also one of hell's weirdos. It is said that her partner Samael was beaten to madness by Mike 2,000 years ago and fled to the lightless bottom of Hell, where she remains today. Lilith did not give up on him. She does more than one job for the BOSS in exchange for him taking them under his wing. It's just that Asa doesn't know what the BOSS has assigned her to do besides work as a secretary.

But this guy is really special. Though not as sharp as Behe, Asa also has the ability to sense malice. For example, if someone is peeping at him with a malicious intent, Asa can sense where the look is coming from and to whom it belongs, even without looking.

Asa knew all who had just given him hostile glances because of his gaffe. Only three people didn't do that.

Beelzebub, Behe, and Lilith here.

Beelzebub belongs to the old men of hell, who despise everything and want nothing. He moves around the world in the image of an old man, working as a janitor and having the stunt of cleaning a building by one person. All the demons respected him. He went back to cleaning up after the welcoming event. Behe, needless to say, Asa was already thinking about what the bespoke suit he got him would look like.

So the "kindness" from Lilith was enough to make Asa, who is currently on a loose schedule, want to pay her some attention.

Lilith caught Asa's eye, glanced at him, held up her phone and said one word: "Personal."She continued to walk outside.

Asa apologized for his gaze and turned in the direction of the Ministry of Security.

Best wishes to the poor girl, and to her partner, and may the guy emerge from his funk soon."Thought Asa, full of good will.

On the other side, Behe, flattered by Mike's use of "please". He returned to the BOSS's door less than a day later, and the door opened when he tried to knock.

"Please come in." From inside came a languid, elegant female voice.

The office behind the door was no longer as Charlie had ever seen it; now it was a giant home theater. A teenage girl sits on a sofa and turns her head to wave at the door.

She was about fifteen or eighteen years old and had a fine face .When you look at her pale gold eyes, you think of a cat or a snake, because the cunning in her eyes is just like them. She wore a black dress, a hat so small that it could only serve as an ornament, and an umbrella, also black, was held over her shoulder -- but this was indoors. The girl's slender hands and feet were wrapped in long gloves and boots, also black.Black was the predominant color of her dress, and set off her long white and blonde hair, which was tied up like the Milky Way. Her long hair protected her porcelain white, bloodless face. Her face seemed to be covered with moonlight.

Behe thought his face was probably more pale.

Behe certainly doesn't question the power of the strongest demon, the BOSS they love and fear, to freely define gender and appearance. But he hears Mike's cold snort behind him.

Mike had been cold until now, and that cold meant restraint and peace. This cold snort of obvious anger represented a change in his mood that was most dangerous to Behe.

Could it be that this image brought back some bad memories for Mike? Or maybe the BOSS's behavior of waiting for him to pass instead of coming out to greet him makes him angry? Behe thought with some horror.The BOSS, perhaps understanding his fear, smiled and declared his liberation: "You are done here. Go back, Behemoth."

Mike enters, nodding at Behe as he passes by.As Mike entered the room, the door closed. Behe felt a wave of vertigo come over him.

Fortunately, it was none of his business now.

Inside the door, Mike moved to his position at the other end of the sofa and stared at the maiden on the sofa. She was the CEO of Magic Classroom, the BOSS of the Inhabitants of Hell, and Woland, who had spoken to Chisel. She is also chief of Pandemonium, leader of the Stars, Emperor of Hell, Enemy of the World, and First Substance. She is known as the Ancient Serpent, the Red Dragon, the Peacock Angel, the Morning Star, the Wriggling Chaos, and the second Son of God.

She was called so many names that Mike's first words were, "What shall I call you now?"

"Abdiel. Now you can call me by this name."The maiden smiles.