After teasing Fiammetta for a while, Lemion turned to ask a new question.

“By the way, I remember Xiaole seemed to be working with you guys, right? Is she doing well in Longmen?”

“It’s pretty good. Every day I’m researching apple pies with different properties. I can only say that the future is promising.”

Ever since the Texas was sunk by the Archangel Exiah who was carrying contraband, the identity of the professional apple pie taster was passed down by Texas to Lucifer.

“After all these years, she still only knows how to make apple pie…”

Although Angelica has tried making other desserts, it always goes back to basics and ends up serving a plate of apple pie with a different flavor.

Seeing Lucifer and Remian hitting it off and exchanging credit with each other, Fiammetta, feeling a little helpless, finally brought the topic back to the main track.

“Lemiaoan, how is your recovery going?”

Hearing this, Lemiaoan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, crossed his legs to prove that his legs were still able to move.

“Well, the rehabilitation went well. The hospital held a wheelchair speed shooting competition two years ago, and I won two consecutive championships. It’s a pity that the doctor banned me from competing completely afterwards.”

“…”

Seeing this, Fiammetta and Mostima, thinking of Remion’s shooting talent, could understand why the doctor wanted to ban her.

“My god, I really need to sprint now.”

Only Lucifer’s eyes lit up, as if he had found Watson in his blind spot.

No one had expected that a rehabilitation hospital with a population of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people could actually put together two teams to host a wheelchair shooting competition. It was really a good decision for Rutland to come here.

“Why are you in a wheelchair?”

“…”

Hearing Lucifer’s question, Fiammetta’s face turned lost, and even Mostima remained silent, as if he found it difficult to talk about the cause and effect of the matter.

Instead, Lemiaoan, the victim, casually confided:

“Well… it’s because I had a fierce argument with my former companion, which forced me to stay in bed for five years.”

Looking at the slightly gloomy faces of Fiammetta and Mostima, Lucifer seemed to be thinking about something.

“——Xiao Mo fired the gun?”

“what?”

Lucifer’s beast intuition seemed to have realized something.

Mostima explained to Lucifer the origin of the fallen angels. Those who injure their own kind, Sakota, with a gun will fall into heaven. The fallen Mostima has obviously hurt his companions, and Lemion happens to be the one who has been hurt by his companions.

Yes, logic that can stand up to scrutiny is the truth.

Fiammetta didn’t understand, and Mostima, who was being hunted by the void, couldn’t help but sigh at Lucifer’s amazing wisdom.

“No buddy… Why do you think it was Mostima who injured Lemion?”

“Wasn’t it because Xiao Mo attacked first?”

“Pfft… No, it was our former captain Andorn. He was always pious, but his obsession distorted his beliefs and caused Mostima to fall from heaven. I also suffered some sequelae because of this.”

Listening to Remian’s relieved explanation, Fiammetta couldn’t help but turn his head away and silently clenched his fists.

Lucifer did not make any sharp comments, but just lowered his head to look at Remian’s feet.

Unlike Nightingale, who had some of her nerves paralyzed as a result of human experiments, the underlying code of Remian’s legs and feet was not damaged. It was just that the trauma and lying down for five years caused her muscles to atrophy.

Although it is only a matter of time for Remian to regain mobility if he continues with the rehabilitation process, the Blood Demon’s micro-control skills can help Remian greatly shorten the time required.

Fiammetta and Mostima also realized the relevance of the matter, but they remained silent, as if waiting for a better opportunity.

Just when Lucifer was about to reach out and touch Remnant’s jade feet to practice his judgment, the door was suddenly pushed open, forcibly interrupting Lucifer, whose hands were not very clean.

“Miss Lemuean, there is a report that you may need to look at…”

The visitor seemed to be a director of the hospital, with a serious expression as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have seen.

“Is this my medical examination report?”

“No… it’s from a Sakota girl… please take a look first…”

After handing the report to Lemiaoan, the director left quickly, not forgetting to close the door.

The abnormal behavior puzzled Remion, and Lucifer and the others, who were also curious, looked over.

Lemiaoan: “The frequency of empathy… is quite standard…”

Mastema: “Wait, why are some of the stats similar to mine?”

Fiammetta: “She is also a fallen angel? But isn’t she too young?”

Just as the three were confused by this, Lucifer’s eyes widened slightly.

The data reports inside are more in line with Sarkaz than Fallen Angels.

But why do both Sakota and Sarkaz data appear on the physical examination report of a young child?

“I’m awesome. There are other experts? The Chosen One?”