How I was forced to be a boss

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In this land full of gunpowder smoke, blood, and strife, everything is quiet.

There was a creaking sound behind him, someone was approaching.

"What are you thinking about?"

Little Xingxing turned back in a daze, and Moers was standing there, looking at her with a smile.

Until then, as if she had just reacted, her fingertips trembled, and then she hugged herself, trying to suppress the trembling that spread throughout her body in this way, forcing herself to calm down.

War...what the hell is it?Such a sentence echoed in her mind repeatedly, asking herself repeatedly.

Is it true that the world can only be saved by countless sacrifices?

Looking at the blood-flowing land in front of him, Little Xingxing felt pain.

As the spiritual symbol of Lafita, every soldier is chanting the slogan of fighting for her, and then joins the war with almost no end in sight.

The person who greeted her with a smile yesterday will never be seen again today.

Moers stared at the pale-faced girl, slowly walked up to her, hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked the girl's long hair, with a gentle and lingering tone.

"Didn't I tell you not to run around? My dear savior."

"Leave everything to me, and together we will save the entire continent and bring back peace and happiness."

Little Xingxing's mind was blank, with dim eyes open, leaning on the man's shoulder.

"Look." Moores said as he stretched out his hand and opened his palm.

Little Xingxing followed his line of sight and saw that the little elf was curled up in his palm.

"Elf?" she murmured.

As if hearing her voice, the elf's wings trembled, and then opened her eyes.

"Ah! Long time no see, Lord Savior!" The elf flew over cheerfully, with the same sweet smile on his face as before.

Little Xingxing looked at the elf in front of him, and turned his gaze to Moores.Suddenly, I felt like a piece of ice was pressing on my heart.

"Mers..."

"Shh-"

Moers' fingers gently ran Xiao Xingxing's hair from top to tip, letting the hair slip from his hands in pieces, and finally firmly grasped a strand.

"Good boy," he said, as if appreciative.

"You have to do your job well."

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The young man sitting across from me took my manuscript and flipped through it carefully, while I looked at him carefully.

After this person said that sentence, I immediately felt the veins on my forehead twitch.

"...Let's sit down and talk slowly." I said to him with a stiff smile.

He didn't have any objection to my words, and sat across from me with a little obedience that surprised me.

As soon as he sat down, although his eyes were covered, I still felt that his attention seemed to be attracted by the manuscript paper on the table.

After thinking about it for a while, I tentatively said, "It's a part that has just been completed. If you are willing, please give me more advice?"

As if he didn't expect me to say that, the man suddenly looked flustered, and even the little raccoon on his shoulder panicked.

It's confirmed, this person should really not be sent by those two guys who like to make trouble.

After waiting for a while, he seemed to have finally adjusted his mentality, and he sat upright: "Please let me read."

Just... it doesn't have to be so formal.

Thinking about the purpose of this person's visit, I think it's not my misunderstanding about the 'confrontation' that this person said.

When thinking about it like this, those days when I was crazy about a bunch of clues and burying threads in myself seemed to reappear in my mind, and I felt that my face must be green now.

After a while, seeing him let out a long sigh of relief, he neatly arranged the manuscript paper and pushed it in front of me. I controlled my diverging thoughts and looked at him asking, "What do you think?"

"There is nothing to criticize, you are still as good as ever." He said sincerely.

Is he embarrassed to say it?

People who like detectives can still give such an evaluation after reading my romance, which really makes it difficult for me to confirm the authenticity of his words.Although there is no shadow of the hero in my romance until now, it is true...

It must be because the male characters are not up to date.I thought indifferently.

And... the male characters in Takenishi's romance are not good at dating, so what's the matter with me, Reo Kitano?

No matter what I thought in my heart, adhering to the common social principles, I smiled politely, "Do you want something to drink?"

"American." He seemed less nervous when he spoke to me.

For literature lovers, the exchange of articles is probably the fastest way to get closer.

I ordered a glass of Americano for him and the young lady, and I felt that if he had to talk to the young lady by himself, it would be impossible for him to pass the greeting.

The young lady quickly brought it over, he paused, took it, and after taking a sip, he gently put the cup on the table.

"Below is Edgar Allan Poe, who likes reasoning and hopes to have a 'showdown' with you."

Maybe it's because he talked about something he likes and is good at, this person's tone and temperament are faintly sharp.

But, at this moment, neither reasoning nor 'showdown' can hold my attention.

Who did he say he was?

"Edgar Allan Poe?"

"......yes?"

I stood up in shock, and couldn't help leaning on the table to approach him, "Like detectives?"

Edgar Allan Poe and his little raccoons were taken aback, and the bear and the bear leaned back a little in unison.

"Yes Yes."

This sudden surprise was like pie in the sky for me.

I have been in this world for so long, and besides Oda-san, this is the first time I have seen a serious writer engaged in literature.Suddenly I want to cry.

"Teacher Zhuxi, duel?"

These two words suddenly cooled my heart, which was still hot just now.

Even for the sake of my hair, I must refuse him.but……

"I don't know what kind of work you are doing now?" I looked at my little cabbage and asked gently.

As if he didn't understand why I asked, Poe tilted his head, "It's mainly about writing."

Hearing his answer, I glanced at Edgar Allan Poe who was sitting across from me again, thought for a while, and answered him with a look of embarrassment: "Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, although I really want to promise you this, but because I The relationship with the Writers Association is currently not allowed to compete with people outside the association. It is said that the development of the association will be affected due to reputation issues. After all, everyone in the association also has to eat, so I have no way to agree to you so capriciously .”

"If there is a duel, the association only allows duels between internal members."

As I said that, I carefully watched his movements and observed his changes. Seeing that he didn't respond, I added: "However, I still have a way to solve this problem."

"What?" Edgar Allan Poe asked in a daze.

"I can help Mr. Edgar Allan Poe contact Mr. Ranpo." I blinked and looked at him. "Would you like to confront Mr. Ranpo first?"

"If you can defeat Mr. Ranpo, even if it is someone outside the association, I can fight with you."

"After all, even if we lose, there won't be too much loss of reputation, and the impact on the association will be minimized."

"And you, Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, were meant to fight the two of us, weren't you?"

The voice lowered a little bit, "As long as you defeat Mr. Ranpo first, all problems can be solved."

"Mr. Poe, since you are the challenger, you still have such confidence."

……

"You're so cunning, little Lingyang!"

Listening to Mr. Ranpo's voice on the phone, I smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"Who told Mr. Luanbu to refuse to be my president? It's hard to justify someone who came to your door, so let him just let it go."

"Obviously you can do it yourself."

As soon as someone mentioned this, I felt my eyes blur, my brain was buzzing, and I felt like I wanted to vomit.

"Forgive me, Mr. Ranpo!" As for detectives, I just have to really look at them. Normally, I don't like to challenge my limits.

Hanging up, fiddling with my phone, I texted Poe's name to the editor.

Mr. Poe could never have won Mr. Ranpo.

Under the circumstances at that time, the two choices I gave, whether it was to directly join the association and choose to fight with me, or to fight with Mr. Ranpo first, there was only one result.

Because I asked Mr. Ranpo to make a bet with Mr. Allan Poe during the duel - the loser must unconditionally agree to a condition that does not violate the principle.

Of course, this condition is also my decision.

This method, if it is Mr. Ranpo, cannot hide it from him at all.

And Mr. Poe, who will step into such a trap, may not have the ability to break this situation.

"Teacher Zhuxi, here we are."

The voice of the Hong Kong gang members driving the car pulled me back from my thoughts.

"Excuse me."

Probably in my mind, I have really been away for a long time, and even seeing the Hong Kong and Hei buildings feel kind and lovely.

Now I can calmly face the overly cautious attitude of Hong Kong gangsters towards me. After all, this sense of déjà vu is too strong.

The retrograde army also treated me with the same attitude later.

"Are you finally willing to come and see the poor doctor?" Mr. Sen sat behind the desk and acted like a spoiled child, looking really haggard.

But I wouldn't pay attention to a middle-aged man's acting like a baby.I casually found a chair and sat down, without any fluctuations in my heart.

"It's hard work for those who can, Mr. Sen."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Takenishi, the leader of Vengley in Italy sent a letter. Their representatives will arrive in Yokohama to renegotiate the cooperation with Hong Kong and Black."

Mr. Mori stared at me, clasped his hands together, as if waiting for my reaction.

When I heard Italy, I immediately thought of Blanchesso, and I was taken aback for a moment before realizing that it was not.

But since Mr. Mori mentioned that...

"Related to Brandesel?"

"Partner?" I observed the change of Mr. Mori's expression, and then denied the statement, "No, no, it's the enemy."

"You're right." Mr. Mori sighed with affirmation.

"As for the cooperation with Italy, I think it is necessary to ask your opinion anyway."

I understand that the communication of information between friendly forces is a very important thing, otherwise it will be a joke if it becomes a hindrance to each other.

"About Vengley's visit, I am very happy, Mr. Sen."

"Italy is too far away from us."

"But some things should not be delayed any longer."

Sen Ou looked at the girl sitting there, a pen fluttering flexibly at her fingertips, with a little carelessness, as if what he said was not something that might involve the whole world.

But maybe in the teacher's mind, this is really not something that deserves special attention.Thinking of this, Mori Ogai smiled softly.

"Then, as the actual controller of Yokohama, I hope you can attend the meeting with Pengo Lie."

I was stunned by what Mr. Sen said.

He said who is in control? ?

The author has something to say: 1. Mr. Mori just say it

2po's arrangement will be discussed later

3 Isn't this hair kept?

感谢在2020-05-1304:29:48~2020-05-1406:53:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 corn;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Iori, White scorpion, Bit by bit, Kiyana not k423, An Zhou, Mingming, You, Yimi, one of the top leaders in feeding;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：雨落倾音59瓶；朝柳暮辞27瓶；幽兰冰月、夜雨声烦很烦、妄言。、晚上吃啥20瓶；三千七、黑白画、木易浅、塔里木卡卡10瓶；承煜、regina9瓶；珞珞8瓶；露露那莉7瓶；鲨市比亚6瓶；洛羽4瓶；丹嘟、啾啾啾2瓶；炙夏亦寒(=^▽^=)、克莱恩.莫雷蒂、无聊的假期、定离、琳1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!