Ellie Miller could see that the King of Hell was very reluctant to invite Albert to visit his territory.
"Well, for your sake." Claude forced a smile.
Claude snapped his fingers, and a devil wearing black deacon's clothes appeared obsequiously, "Your Majesty, what are your orders~?"
He took out a small notebook, ready to dutifully record the Master of Hell's wishes.
"Go to Clark, and bring that lich named Albert here," Claude instructed.
The devil paused his writing hand, "Is it that one I know..."
Claude smiled and said, "Yes."
Deacon·Devil: "..."
Claude patted his subordinate on the shoulder, "So, don't make him angry."
Deacon·Devil: "..."
Claude: "Why aren't you going yet?"
With a bitter look, the departing back of the deacon devil seemed like it was bidding farewell to the world.
Ellie Miller looked at Claude, "Why are you all so afraid of Albert."
Claude said, "Which god do you think is the strongest?"
"Isn't it the God-King?"
