Bizarre Detainment Facility: You're Containing a Human Like Me?

The two of them were running at full speed.

Moratti seemed hesitant to speak.

Dante keenly caught his expression in her eyes.

You seem to have something you want to say to me?

Moratti was silent for a moment, and then said with some confusion:

You don't seem to like flying?

Hearing Moratti's words, Dante was stunned.

Then the huge wings behind him flapped twice.

Suddenly the ground was filled with dust and smoke.

Moratti finally figured out that Dante couldn't fly at all.

He muttered deeply and said:

It seems that you are not very skilled in controlling the wings.

Moratti's words made Dante feel very comfortable.

Compared to Feisi, a fool.

Moratti is far superior to him in every aspect.

That silly fish can only boast mindlessly and has no idea what it needs.

Thinking of this, Dante sighed in his heart and said:

It seems that it is still useful after being trained.

Faith, who was helping Dante with her relationship, suddenly felt a chill covering her whole body.

It's like a sudden heavy snowfall in June.

He muttered something softly:

Why do you feel so cold?

Beside him was a demon noble who was born with a triangle.

This triangular demon is a bit bloated.

Not as strong as Dante and Moratti.

The demon noble creature looked at Faith's ugly head with some doubts in its eyes.

At this moment, a lantern-like eyeball hanging on Faith's head was shining with green light.

The demon pondered for a long time, and then said to Faith:

When did you find a spouse?

Aren't all your tribes extinct?

Can you still find a female sibling?

Hearing this, Faith shuddered, then curled his lips and said:

The only ones left in our tribe are me and the old father lying in the cemetery.

Where did the female come from?

Hearing this, the demon put away his doubts.

Then he squeezed out a smirk on his face and said:

Brother Faith.

Today... play... charm... understand?

Hearing this, Faith said with a serious face:

Brother, actually I came here this time to have some business with you!

The demon waved his hand and said:

There's no rush for this day.

Understand?

Faith looked embarrassed.

But……

Oh~ that's all!

The next day.

Brother Feisi, Mei...understand?

Faith still had that troubled expression and sighed:

Oh~~that's all!

The third day.

Triangle Demon: Understood?

Faith: That's all~

The fourth day.

Faith walked out of the room with two huge black eyes.

He came to the living room and found a place to sit down.

A slave brought up today's water.

Not waiting for Faith to add anything.

The triangular demon walked in.

He gave Faith a look.

Faith was stunned for a moment, then drank all the water on the table.

That's it!

…………

In the past few days, Feisi used his social skills to help Dante get involved.

Dante and Moratti have arrived at the mysterious post office.

It is better to say it is a post office than a gathering area.

It's just that this gathering area has no city walls.

There were no slaves to guard it either.

The gathering area is filled with oddly shaped low-rise buildings.

There were even some weak hell creatures sleeping directly on both sides of the road.

Dante flapped his wings and landed on the outside of the gathering area, followed closely by Moratti.

Before Dante could ask, Moratti took the lead in explaining:

This is the only place in hell where there is order.

No matter who it is, no one can do anything here.

Not even gods.

After hearing Moratti's explanation, Dante was stunned for two seconds, then pointed to himself and said:

As a great king, can't I take action here?

Moratti nodded slightly and said calmly:

No, the rules here are above all else.

If you take action, you will be obliterated by the rules.

Then he added:

When my father tampered with the prophecy, I was also hunted.

I hid here until I became a god.

Dante thought about it carefully and realized that there seemed to be no need to cause trouble here.

Anyway, the purpose of coming here is to try to master that kind of rules.

Walking on the street, the appearance of the two people is extremely eye-catching.

After all, one is a two-horned royal family and the other is a one-horned royal family.

Such an identity naturally attracts the surrounding low-level hell creatures to stop and watch.

Soon, some hell creatures remembered the prophecy that had brainwashed them for decades.

He exclaimed and hurriedly fell to his knees, shouting Savior.

The other hell creatures quickly reacted.

For a time, people knelt down on both sides of the street.

Dante looked at the earnest eyes of those people and said with amusement in her heart:

Would they go crazy if they knew the truth?

At this moment, Dante felt a sense of joy in her heart.

It's like the joy of playing tricks on everyone.

Looking at the hell creatures that kept kowtowing to him like a pilgrim.

He could feel the complex emotions of those creatures.

There is adoration and envy among them.

Dante even felt jealous.

He looked in the direction where the jealousy came from.

Then he sneered, raised his legs and continued walking forward.

Moratti followed behind him like a servant.

The two quickly arrived at the center of the gathering area.

There is an extremely magnificent building here.

The style of the building was unlike anything Dante had ever seen in Hell.

Its exterior walls are painted with green paint.

The style is biased toward contemporary architecture.

The first time he saw this building, Dante thought of the post office in this world.

The two had different approaches but similar effects before.

It's as if the post office here was built by a construction team in this world.

Dante did not rush in, but turned to look at Moratti behind him.

He raised his eyebrows and gave the other party a look.

Moratti immediately stepped forward and explained:

This is where the letters are sent.

Wait until that red lightbulb above starts blinking.

The name of the sender will appear on the wall.

Then you just write the letter in one minute and you're ready to wait.

If your letter is selected, a postman will come out of this building to collect your letter.

Hearing this, Dante nodded slightly, and then continued to ask:

Are all the letters sent to my human world?

Among the information Dante knows, there is only one green mailbox.

But whether it's Fes's statement or Moratti's statement.

There seems to be more than one terminal receiving mailboxes.

As expected, Moratti shook his head gently and said:

Not just one.

Since I haven't used it, I don't know how many receiving addresses there are.

Your world is just one of them.