Trembling

The dining table is the best way to shorten the distance between people's heart and stomach.

Especially the home-cooked table full of delicacies.

After asking Ozaki Hongye for drinking, Sese also took out the special wine made by Irene——

Although she looks only 14 years old, Sese has not known how many years she has been drinking.

And as a quasi-cadre of the port mafia, Koye Ozaki will naturally not be serious about the law of "minors are not allowed to drink alcohol".

——It’s a joke, most of the activities in the other world are done by stepping on the line and crossing the line, it’s just a drink!

On the other hand, Tohsaka Sakura, who went downstairs to eat, hesitated to speak.

But seeing that her magic teacher Da Vinci also joined the toasting session, she didn't need to mind. As a primary school student, Sakura could only frown and accept the nonsense of her family.

It wasn't that the boss wanted to entertain the female subordinates maliciously. After Ozaki Hongye said that the drink was enough and no more, Sese confirmed that it was not a modest refusal, so she stopped pouring wine and generously gave Ozaki Hongye a few bottles.

From the beginning to the end, Koyo Ozaki did not feel any sense of "use".

The kind of family warmth that "you have to treat friends when they come"-for people who live in a dark world and can't trust anyone completely, it makes people know the danger but want to let go of all vigilance. The fatal temptation to indulge in this.

The most important thing is that the opponent is strong enough - this time is the reason why Koyo Ozaki can sit here with peace of mind.

Because [Dark Elf] is strong enough, even if he doesn't use this method, he can take care of himself easily, but he can let go of his useless vigilance and accept this kindness calmly.

Before leaving, the wine was packed in an exquisite bamboo basket with silk on the bottom, freshly picked briars were used to dampen the shock between the bottles, and a few bags of sealed ice cubes were thoughtfully placed for refrigeration—then Sese was quite a gentleman carrying the wine for the lady, and sent it to the car together with Koyo Ozaki himself.

"Then please let me take my leave."

"Bon voyage. See you tonight, Hongye."

"See you tonight, Thurse."

Under the twilight, the dignified and elegant woman bid farewell to the delicate and warm boy like a little sun respectfully and cordially.

Watching the car leave in the dust, Sese turned her head and saw Li Baoen appearing on the wall.

"Ciaosu, Sese."

"Good evening, Li Baoen." Sese looked up at the little baby on the wall, a little curious about the purpose of the other party's visit, "What's the matter with Gangji?"

Li Bao looked pointedly at the direction where the black car disappeared, and his eyes were deep: "If I'm not mistaken, it's [Golden Yaksha] from the port mafia, right?"

Sese nodded and praised: "As expected of Li Baoen, I recognized it immediately."

"So, can I ask about your relationship with the port mafia?" For many years, I couldn't get used to Sese's overly frank words and deeds, "And what happened to the port mafia [Dark Elf] that Stupid suddenly asked yesterday?"

As a high-ranking person, of course, facing people who are weak, he will go straight to the command-style intelligence torture, and when dealing with suspected irrelevant personnel or colleagues of the same level or higher level, he must pay great attention to language art, dig holes for the other party, and then trick himself out. Information.

But to treat Thurse... Since there is still affection for each other, asking straightforwardly is the most appropriate way.

Li Baoen also likes to deal with this kind of straightforward person.

However, if the strength of the other party far exceeds my expectations, or if I have never learned the real information about the other party...

This is simply challenging the bottom line of the nerves, as if asking yourself "Are you stupid before you didn't notice what was wrong with the other party" and then dealt a fatal blow to your self-esteem.

"Huh? Gangji didn't tell you? No wonder you didn't say anything during training today." Sese felt warm about her friend's behavior of keeping secrets, but that was not a big deal, it would be better to tell Li Baoen directly Convenience, "I am the [Dark Elf] of the Port Mafia—or you can regard that guy as my special state."

Li Baoen stared at this blond boy with a clean breath, a clean smile and no trace of the other world. No matter how he analyzed rationally, he could only conclude that the other party was telling a joke from the Arabian Nights.

However, a certain intuition told him in a low voice and firmly: the other party was not lying.

"If I am blessed by the goddess during the day, I am loved by the demon god in the alter form." Sese walked to the door, leaning against the iron gate with her arms folded, looking up with a leisurely tone as if chatting about family matters Speaking of absolutely rare information, "You already know about the Holy Grail War, Ribon?"

"..." Li Baoen nodded, "I did investigate the organization of the Clock Tower Magicians Association in Europe. Is your so-called 'alter' form related to the [Holy Grail]?"

"I said before that I came from a different world. In that world, the Holy Grail was polluted by human [evil], and I absorbed that malice and became an alter form. I also said before that I came here to save The world—the port mafia is not a big organization, but it is a good entry point. If you want to blend into the darkness, you have to become the darkness, that's the reason."

"..." Li Baoen was speechless for a while.

Most of the time, people who step into the darkness have come to a dead end due to helplessness, or they were born in the darkness and cannot escape.

And this guy...

Even when talking about the inner world, which is too scary, chaotic, violent, and full of death crises for ordinary people, those eyes are still clear and bright.

【Even if it is from another world, it is not a child raised by a human world】

Goddess... demon god... dark elf.

An incredible conjecture came to mind.

"Thurse, I have a question." Li Baoen tried his best to keep his attitude the same as usual, "Are you human?"

"Huh? Didn't I say that?" Sister smiled and raised her hand to touch her ear, unraveling this little secret, as cunningly as a child whose quietly playing innocent prank was finally discovered Tilting his head, he happily and proudly revealed the mystery, "It's not a human, it's an elf."

Reborn:……! ! !

All the subtle sense of disobedience... finally cleared up at this moment!

This guy is... no, he really isn't human! ! !

Sese admired Li Baoen's surprised expression, and was very satisfied with the status quo of including other people's rare emoticons again when the vest was exploded.

Well, it's just a little fun for the elves.

Li Baoen pulled down the brim of his hat, trying to hide his overly shocked expression.

"You also said before that the stupid gang will save the world... But there is no absolute, if he fails to meet your expectations, will you stand against him?"

Sese was satisfied that Li Baoen cared about his relationship with Gang Ji in the first place.

Even if the real interest behind this is closely related to Pengelie, only mentioning Gang Ji is the right direction for the conversation.

"Tsuna-kichi is already my best friend."

Once you become a good friend, the original purpose is only a bonus of friendship.

After all, Thurse doesn't have to rely on other people's fighting power to solve the problem.

When he opens up, he is enough to rival the existence of gods.

-

Two days later, the new body of the leader Dazai's Yoshiko arrived by mail.

It is said that it came from the hand of a god of death named "Urahara Kisuke", and at the same time, the handmade emperor himself came.

The Time-Government's cross-time and space mail receiving point is also set up in the Sunshine Greenhouse in the attic of the villa.

"It's our first meeting, I'm Kisuke Urahara." The man wearing a green and white striped fisherman's hat was wearing a dark green short coat and green underwear, with clogs on his feet, a cane in one hand and a small fan in the other. Her short hair was upturned, and her voice sounded a bit treacherous like a vixen.Although it looks unkempt, those army green eyes are like a wise man observing the whole world coldly and rationally in the dark.

"Hello, Mr. Urahara." Sese's eyes fell on the other party's arms, and a little orange cat arched and poked its head out.

"Meow--"

Sese's expression changed immediately.

"Oh? Your Excellency can understand what he said. You are indeed a legendary elf." Kisuke Urahara grabbed the nape of the little cat in his arms and threw the cat to the blond boy opposite. The stowaway I brought along with me."

The appearance of Urahara Kisuke is "violating the rules", but for the high-level god judges, there are always policies and countermeasures.

Both Kisuke Urahara and the "cat" he brought are "smuggled immigrants".

——This is also the exchange condition for Shiina Yusheng to entrust Urahara Kisuke to help.

The little orange cat was thrown out, and even though it landed in the arms of a meow that smelled so good, it still struggled a few times in shock.

Then he was skillfully rubbed and smoothed by Sese, and soon became obedient.

...the temper is really good.

"This is?" After coaxing the cat in her arms, Sese asked with a dignified expression.

"It's hard to say." Urahara Kisuke pursed his lips, a little worried, "In short, it's good to take care of it as a cat for now. By the way, shouldn't you pay more attention to the main trading goods this time?" Urahara Kisuke said with The cane knocked on the black wooden coffin that had been ignored all the time, "This is the point, right?"

The lid of the coffin was pushed open, revealing a male body that was casually wrapped in a layer of white cloth, and whose proportions were quite perfect even through the outline of the cloth.

Black's long straight hair covered half of the coffin.If this is Mr. Dazai's new body base material...you can probably guess that he will take the route of a well-dressed beast, a gentleman, a scum secretary and a handsome man in the future.

Did Osamu Dazai, who used to be the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, work as a secretary for the president of Salted Fish Publishing House, Oda Sakunosuke... Seems pretty good too?Maybe Dazai-san would be happy to accept such a setting.

Sese stroked the newly acquired little orange cat of unknown origin but very cute and cuddly, and nodded quite satisfied.

"Thurse, Thurse! Has my new body been sent over—"

The door of the Sunshine Greenhouse was pushed open by a [-]cm tall figure.

The black bjd boy with slightly curly hair, bandages, and a red scarf in a black suit has a sweet and greasy voice, and is full of anticipation for the upcoming rectification plan of his new body!

"Meow--!!!"

The little orange cat in Sese's arms suddenly uttered a mournful and long angry cry, changed its obedience before, kicked its hind legs straight and threw itself at the black-haired villain at the door, punching him with a cat-mao punch Fall to the ground and rub hard!

The leader Zai, who was suddenly beaten dizzy and dazed: ...? ! !

Wait, what is this open door kill!

The author has something to say: ——It’s retribution.

#indifferent#

I think you can all guess who the little orange cat is!

Small book: 35-1=34 chapters!

Continue at twelve o'clock noon!

Enter the third volume of V tweets!

Title: About the Time I Became a Swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad

Author: Yimeng Yunke

Copywriting: Izumi Juro is a ghost, but it is slightly different from the local ghost.

As for how he knew, it was because——

Native ghost: Oh my fellow countrymen, come and help us!

Izumi Juro: Only those who stand under the sun and bask in the sun with me are compatriots

The ghost who was dragged into the sun and died forcibly: ... you

Met Ghost Squad Swordsman

Izumi Juro: Huh, human?can we be friends

Demon Slayer Swordsman: ... Fuck!Cut off his neck!

Izumi Juro under attack:? ? ?

***

"So why did this ghost become a Swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad?"

Juro Izumi held the watermelon juice and sat silently on a small stool under the sun

As a ghost, is there anything wrong with liking sunlight?

——No, no, this is unscientific!