My Archangel

"If this is the case, it is a good thing, which means that this time I will negotiate with the other party a lot easier."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that there were roughly two hurdles in the process of summoning heroic spirits.

The first hurdle is the collection of tributes, which has been able to brush down most ordinary people.

After all, summoning heroic spirits in this different world is a luxury that the noble class can afford.

It took Qiao Wen more than ten years to quietly collect the tribute with the help of the devil.

However, even these things that are similar to scraps for the witch, ordinary people in this world probably won't make enough in a few lifetimes.

As for the second hurdle, it came after the summoning.

The simple truth is that the summoner has to meet from hundreds of millions of heroic spirits who have the ability to meet their own conditions and also have the ability to meet the other party. The probability can be imagined.

This time the deity was summoned, Qiao Wen certainly didn't have to worry about the opponent's abilities.

The only thing to worry about now is... on the contrary, can he afford the other person.

The success of the summoning is only the beginning, and whether or not to sign with the summoned heroes is the key.

In the history of this world, many people have stumbled on this last step.

"Anyway... the opportunities are all riding to the face, you have to try."

Taking a deep breath and rubbing the messy hair, Qiao Wen made a decision.

[The host is trying to communicate with each other, and the temporary consciousness hall is being established.

With a new reminder in his mind, Qiao Wen quickly flashed before his eyes, and his whole consciousness escaped into a wonderful place.

When he opened his eyes again, the endless sky came into view.

At the foot is a suspended city, and there is a white church in front of you. The scenery in this space is completely different from the dim warehouse Qiao Wen was in when he was summoned before.

It's like a courtyard in the sky that only exists in fairy tales.

Although he hadn't been here before, Qiao Wen could probably guess where it was.

Temporary Hall of Consciousness, an independent space where the summoner and the summoned heroic spirit can negotiate in a short time.

It was here that Qiao Wen also witnessed the existence that responded to his call.

She is quite consistent with the description of the system, and is undoubtedly an angel.

And... he is also an archangel with six wings on his back, blond and blue eyes.

Slightly curly golden long hair fell to the waist, and the slightly weak white soft armor wrapped the vitals of the body. The archangel was sitting on the ground at this time, with her slender arms half hanging down to block her bare waist.

Although her size and size seem to be comparable to Qiao Wen's, and they are both in the human category, she only looks at it, whether it is an overwhelming sense of presence or pressure, there is a feeling of writing invincibility on her face.

But, I don't know why, her skin and face are showing a sickly pale.

"..."

When Qiao Wen saw Lord Angel, the other party turned his head slightly and looked at him, his eyes flashing, as if he was observing something.

What's weird is that neither side took the initiative to speak.

A strange silence fell between the two.

"Ah... respect to the great Elisa, good noon, can you understand my language?"

After being quiet for a while, Qiao Wen still opened his mouth, trying to communicate with the angel in front of him.

"..."

The archangel was silent.

"My Angel, Hello?"

Qiao Wen tried a different language.

silence.

"Na na na na na na, if you can understand, can you just a little bit your beautiful chin?"

Qiao Wen then changed.

But the archangel remained silent.

"..."

Seeing this, Qiao Wen scratched his hair.

For some reason, although the archangel responded to the call, it did not seem to intend to communicate with him.

Qiao Wen suddenly felt that he had suffered a cultural loss.

Counting the languages ​​of another world at this time, he only had three in total, and now he is almost out of words.

Is this out of play?

Just as Qiao Wen was thinking this way, the system prompt suddenly resurfaced in his mind.

[The other party has established exchange terms]

[After the call is finally established, Erisa will gain 90% of the host's vitality.

[If there is no objection, the host can already propose its own terms of exchange.

'She has agreed?And... the condition still takes away my vitality?'

Qiao Wen was a little surprised and somewhat expected.

After all, to say that the only thing in him that might be admired by the existence of angels is probably only the massive vitality.

'Wait a moment...I can live for 100,000 years now, even if I subtract 90%, the lower limit of 10,000 years can still hit a hundred normal people.'

'Moreover, all these vitality were forced into me by the witch with medicine. If they can be used to get help from the gods...thinking from another angle, wouldn't it be equivalent to zero cost?It's a profit.'

'However, vitality is directly linked to the length of life span. Great figures like gods should have been beyond their life span a long time ago. Why do we need this kind of thing...'

With thoughts surging in his mind, with a hint of doubt, Qiao Wen moved his gaze away from the system prompt and looked at the archangel not far away again.

This time, his question was quickly answered.