Although the warehouse of the Papal State was ransacked by devils, it's not entirely devoid of stock. At the very least, there are still plenty of gold, silver, jewels, and rare antiques.
Michael scooped up a pile and tossed it into his personal space, planning to select a few, no, dozens of items to pack nicely later.
Wayne's social network is extensive, and a few gifts would certainly not suffice. If some receive gifts while others do not...
Michael shook his head, waved his hand, and gathered another pile of precious jewels.
Some as greeting gifts, some to keep; who knows, they might come in handy later.
Before leaving the warehouse gate, Michael looked at the mess everywhere and snorted coldly: "Lord of Envy in Hell, although I do not know how you infiltrated the Mortal World, stealing from the Papal State is a grave sin. The items of Heaven, even if left unused, are not for you to covet. Just wait, next time we meet, you will pay with blood."
"Archangel!"
