章節 117: A Trap

Ciel was also surprised to hear the Elf Queen's words even though he thought it was an interesting thing.

Slapping the faces of three Gods? He was sure this would make his name resound loudly. Everyone would be shocked and amazed.

His blood boiled just thinking about it.

Of course, he was sure the Elf Queen did that just to cheer him up. She was obviously worried about his revenge for helping him so late.

He stared at the three gods, waiting for their answer.

Over time, their expressions started to get really ugly, to the point like they wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Queen, your wisdom exceeds the wisdom of Heaven, please don't joke around," said one of them.

He was a middle-aged man with dense air surrounding his body.

Occasionally, his figure disappeared from people's sight, as if he was one with the world.

He was of course the Air God.