[Family Education] Jiudaimu Parenting Diary

Timoteo crawled out of the soil, yes, he really crawled out of the soil, shaking off all the mud and grass, what a terrible experience, and sure enough, ten years later, he has already buried himself in the soil .

...What is the inexplicable feeling of a trace of peace of mind.

"Huh—" Timoteo sat on the top of the grave, looking around while resting. He has been here for more than 5 minutes. It is certain that his grave is not in Pengo Lie, because the leaders of all dynasties have A fixed cemetery, if there is no accident, he will be buried in the cemetery.

So... was it really an accident?

The small white flowers are swaying leisurely in the breeze, because of the fertile soil, their growth is gratifying, no matter which direction you look, you will see a sea of ​​white flowers.

Timoteo was very puzzled, who buried him in such a literary and fresh place, little rabbit?Still beautiful?

Or find someone to ask.

Just when Timoteo was about to walk around the tombstone in a straight line, he kicked something by his foot, and rolled along the circular arc to a distance.

"Glass bottle?"

What he kicked out was a glass bottle, or a glass bottle filled with dried flowers. Fortunately, the cork at the mouth of the bottle was very tight, and the dried flowers inside did not scatter.

Along with the glass bottle, there were several packets of marshmallows in front of the tombstone, and there was tomato flavor in them... This is... an offering for him?

The things in front of the tombstone are all new, and the production date is also ten years later, so has anyone come to worship him today?

Who is so wicked...

By coincidence, Timoteo took away all the sacrifices, anyway, they were all for him. If he was hungry, he could still add sugar. The world ten years later was too strange to him. No accident Penge The column headquarters should have fallen. If you can't go back there, you can only go to xanxus. If he remembers correctly, the Balian headquarters is still very safe.

As he was walking, he ran into a few people wearing strange white space suits. He stepped forward, and before he could speak, the other party automatically judged him as an enemy, and rushed forward.

So he easily pushed them into Mother Earth's arms.

"Belonging to Marguerite, the No.18 unit of the White Curse of Mirufiore?" Taking off their ID cards, they are all from Mirufiore without exception, and their grades are not low, all of them are above B rank. Patrol nearby, are you protecting something?

Timoteo was at a loss, so why his tomb is in the territory of the Mirufiore family, it's really good to think carefully!

Although there were still many things he didn't understand, he didn't have time to linger any longer. He took off a set of equipment from a person of similar stature, and disguised himself as a person with a white spell to sneak into the patrol team.

"You are?" Another member of the White Curse looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm new here. I just got separated from the fifth team. I'm really sorry." Timoteo scratched his face and made a cowardly look.

"A newcomer is a newcomer. I don't even know the way. Come with me. Anyway, this patrol is coming to an end." The man looked at his watch impatiently.

Timoteo obediently followed behind him, it seemed that he was going to go out too, and he was half successful in finding the exit.

I saw the white curse team member and the large troop walking to the edge of the forest. The strange thing is that they were not advancing, but lined up and swiped their cards one by one and disappeared into the woods. It wasn't disappearing, but...an illusion.

"Phew - I'm so tired. I have to patrol every day. There is nothing underground here." Several members of the White Curse complained as they walked.

It was clearly a lush garden one second before, and it turned into a corridor of the future base in the next second. The scene changes so quickly that people are confused. The only explanation is that the garden is actually arranged by illusion or projection. In addition to being able to touch it earth and flowers, everything else is unreal.

"Don't complain, as a special force, our treatment is much better than those barbarians of the Black Curse outside." A member of the White Curse said proudly.

"That's right, although I really want to do things for the leader, I won't do it if I want to die." Another member said.

"As a member of the Marguerite force, you only need to guard this garden well, and there is no need to worry about the rest~"

"Hahaha, I feel happy when I compare those people with the black curse!"

Guard, garden?

Timoteo followed behind them and carefully analyzed what they said. His brain was so big that he couldn't think of Bailan's intentions, so is there any point in hiding him here as a dead person?It's a complete waste of money. The illusion garden that is comparable to Truman's world alone can bankrupt the entire Vengley.

"Ah, Kikyo-sama!"

The team that was moving steadily stopped suddenly, and Timoteo, who was so absorbed in thinking, almost bumped into the man in front of him.

"Ah, today's patrol has worked hard for you too." The green-haired eyeshadow man made a strange gesture to them, like a certain way of saying hello.

The team members lowered their heads in trepidation, and Timoteo also lowered his head. It seems that this special unit is really special, and there are actually six hanging flowers here.

"Huh?" When passing by, the man named Kikyo turned his head in doubt.

Is it his illusion, why...

[Dididididi——!Abnormal!Abnormal! 】

A burst of sirens suddenly sounded from the depths of the corridor, and the red light flashed, reflecting everyone's faces.

"What happened?" Kikyo asked calmly.

"I heard it's a flower. The tomb in the middle of the garden has been destroyed!" The subordinate who was caught questioning replied tremblingly.

"Tsk...too bad..."

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Kikyo hastily dialed the communicator in his hand.

On the other side, someone who has already escaped is leaving the headquarters of Mirufiore leisurely on the second wheel of unknown person. He is now in a state of peace when he comes. It's not a problem to stay in the enemy's headquarters. He urgently needs a place where he can take a bath.

According to the information he got from insinuating, the Balian assassination force is heading for a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The old castle was originally a mansion under Vengley's banner, but like Vengley's headquarters, it has now been reduced to Miru. Fiore's stronghold, all they have to do is retake that place.

During this trip, Timoteo didn't even have time to bring his own weapon. Fortunately, this Mirufiore's equipment saved him from many unnecessary battles.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the so-called No.18 unit had a surprisingly high status in Mirufiore, and he was warmly welcomed into the important stronghold without even being interrogated much.

"Of course, the No.18 army is the most leisurely army in the whole family. Everyone wants to get in with their heads sharpened, but we, F-rank people, don't even think about it." The team members who came in rubbed their hands, with reverent smiles on their faces: "You must be looking for something from the boss when you come so far. Wait a minute, he is still eating."

Timoteo nodded, it seemed that he regarded him as his own, which was fine, after all, it would be very tiring for him to destroy a castle by himself.

The person in charge of this stronghold is a very arrogant and incompetent guy. Timoteo sat in the reception room and waited for a long time but no one came in. This is the first person who let him sit on the bench in decades, so 5 minutes later, he Go straight into the dining room.

"Let the outside team do things like defense. Don't ask me about this kind of thing." A middle-aged man with a wretched appearance was sitting in the center of the castle, holding a beauty in his arms, biting the delicious food on the plate. He didn't take the urgent report from his subordinates seriously.

"But that's Vongola's elite Balian assassination unit, if you don't make the correct deployment, it might be—!"

The middle-aged man kicked him away impatiently, and taunted him: "What elite assassination troops, just a bunch of bereaved dogs! Just because Peng Lie's trash won't let me take action, you can figure it out yourself, don't bother me if you have nothing to do. "

The subordinate obediently backed away, and suddenly bumped into Timoteo who came in.

"Who are you?" The man asked without raising his head, "I didn't allow you to come in."

"I am a member of Marguerite, the No.18 unit of the Black Curse of Mirufiore, and I want to talk to you alone." Timoteo walked forward.

"Huh? Don't think that you are a member of the [-]th Army and you are arrogant. If you are sensible, just get out and wait outside. If it's not for the sake of the leader, huh huh!!!"

Timoteo smiled and pressed his face into the sizzling steak:

"You said... who is the lost dog?"

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