I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Antique and Rare Book Shop.

This is a very magical bookstore.

The specific magic is that the owner of the bookstore seems to be a big landowner who doesn't care much about money.

Because several shops around the bookstore are owned by the owner of this bookstore.

That record store, that coffee shop.

With the support of so many stores, the bookstore owner doesn't care about the profits at all and just uses the bookstore to store those precious antique books.

You can even see a unique copy of Shakespeare here.

No one knows that this is a bookstore belonging to angels.

He is also an angel stationed in the world.

Angels and demons having dinner together is an unimaginable sight.

It's just that this drink was a bit bad.

The end of the world is coming.

The Son of Satan will initiate judgment.

The devil returned to his earthly office.

Bad news comes.

"My office was burned down?" The devil's eyes widened behind his sunglasses.

He almost laughed, now having even more reason not to return to Hell.

How could that small hell be as free and carefree as the human world?

The Demon Duke opposite looked a little disgraced.

"A wizard burned down a hell installation."

It is difficult for the devil to imagine what kind of lunatic would run wild in hell.

What’s even more frightening is that it was Satan himself who expelled him.

Beelzebub, the second-in-command in hell, was tricked.

But hell is not without gain, they caught the guy's servant.

An unhatched dragon egg.

They thought they could use the dragon egg to trick the wizard out.

But the problem is, Satan banished people to the human world, and they can't find each other at the moment.

So I think of this devil stationed in the world.

Creepy.

Now his name is Crowley.

When Crowley heard this, he threw the trouble back to himself.

If I had known that I was working on hell’s diary, I wouldn’t have boasted so much.

For example, World War II was caused by oneself.

Crowley was very irritated. The Son of Satan hadn't finished it yet, and he had one more thing to do.

"Wizard, wizard, where shall I find the wizard?"

As he said this, he did not notice that John was bargaining with several children outside the window.

"Okay, you owe me twenty-five now."

"To be precise, Adam paid for all that money." John curled his lips and said to Pepa, "And you extorted a bicycle with an eleven-speed blade saddle from me."

"It's a twelve-speed transmission. Before you withdraw money, we have the qualifications to question you."

Peppa's aggressive look made John want to put a lock on her throat so that she could never speak again.

It cost me some money to take a car to the city.

John walked into a jewelry store and sold his gold.

When he came out, the manager of the jewelry store enthusiastically handed John his business card.

And John also had tens of thousands more funds to spend.

Adam looked at the newly bought car and said, "You don't need to buy one specifically for us."

"We share blessings and share hardships." John snapped his fingers, "Now, you can go back."

Peppa still wanted to show off her cunning and mean words, but John raised his hand and said, "If you talk about it anymore, it's boring."

"We agreed to meet tomorrow," John said, giving each person a banknote. "This is an equal exchange."

The four children looked at each other and finally nodded.

John felt that he needed to find a place to learn about the different histories here.

The strangeness in the starry sky told John that this was not the same world.

He stopped and walked and came to a bookstore.

He glanced at the coffee shop not far away. The atmosphere was quite pleasant.

Pushing the door open, John found that the owner of the store seemed not to be there.

But he was so big-hearted that he didn’t even lock the door.

Walking casually to the neatly arranged books, John stopped and asked, "Religion?"

"It seems like those things are everywhere."

Look above at the legend of God's creation and the Garden of Eden.

John thought, "God."

Poems and the like are also very bright.

John looked in the direction of the TV, "The remote control is coming."

The remote control fell into his hand and John changed the channel.

"No Avengers, no Children of Miracles."

Leaning on the table, John could be sure that this was not the blue planet he was on.

"A similar place."

With that said, the door was pushed open.

"The end is coming, angel. We can find another place to live."

A man in a white woolen suit and a man in black appear.

It seemed they didn't expect someone to take advantage of the situation. They paused briefly after seeing John.

John looked at the man wearing sunglasses and said in surprise: "Barty?"

"Who is Barty?" Crowley looked at John.

"It seems they just look alike."

John took back his thoughts, raised the book in his hand with a smile, and said, "I saw no one, so I came in."

"Oh, of course you can come in, because this is a bookstore." The smile of the man in a wool suit gave people a kind feeling.

He is the owner of this shop, Aziraphale.

An angel, stationed in the world.

John said casually; "I want to buy a copy, is that okay?"

"Buy, buy?" Aziraphale stammered.

Books about religion spread the gospel of God in the world, which made him very happy.

He quickly responded, "I'll prepare a book for you."

He ran to the side excitedly. The copies he had prepared could finally be sold.

This will be this year...forget it, the business that makes Aziraphale the happiest.

The more Crowley looked at John, the more he felt something was wrong.

He came to John's side when Aziraphale went to get the book.

"Garden of Eden?" Crowley asked, "Are you a believer in God?"

"That's out of the question." John said, "I just want to know something about fate."

"Destiny?" Crowley stared at John, "Then you must be a person who likes the occult."

"It's okay." John said casually.

At this time, the owner of the bookstore, Aziraphale, came over and said, "Look, I'm so confused. Where did I put the book?"

"I'm not in a hurry," John said.

But Crowley didn't have that patience.

He took out a book from nowhere.

"I don't think it's necessary."

John took the book and asked, "How much."

Crowley said a price casually, "One thousand pounds."

"make a deal."

John handed the money to Aziraphale, who was smiling.

He walked out of the store and ran his fingers over the book cover. "It smells like the demons in hell, but the taste is a little different."

John tapped the book and said, "It's a little different from magic."

After looking at the bookstore, he looked at the darkening sky.

It does taste a bit like Starry Sky.

"Angels and demons, a very interesting combination."

Recalling the name he addressed to the shop owner, John had rarely heard of angels appearing.

"Then where is this place? It seems that we already have the answer."

Expelled from the tenth kingdom of Yggdrasil.

heaven.

But this paradise seems more like a parallel universe.

A place divided into hell, earth, and heaven.

"No wonder it feels weird." John glanced at the book in his hand.

It is recorded above that even the stars were created by God.

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