I finally became a bottle of fake wine

Seeing the troublesome expression on Oda Sakunosuke's face, Irene was quietly relieved.

The other party did indeed "buy things" for the children as he said.

She looked at the bag in the opponent's hand just now. There are dolls, candies, and even toys that boys like. This kind of toys should not be the favorite of Miss Alice with humanoid superpowers from Mori Ogai.

That is to say...

Oda Sakunosuke had a child in just a few months?

Like to be a father?

Seeing Irene's strange eyes, Oda Sakunosuke couldn't laugh or cry, "It's an adopted child."

"Oh, it's because of the previous war..." Hearing Oda Sakunosuke's words, Irene suddenly realized, she nodded, and then walked to Oda Sakunosuke's side in a friendly manner, "I didn't expect Mr. Oda to be so kind... ..."

As she said this, her sky blue eyes looked curiously at this ordinary-looking man with a bit of decadence beside her. No matter what, she never thought that he would actually be a person who would adopt war orphans.

"Well... it's impulsive..."

Hearing Irene's compliment, the corners of Oda Sakunosuke's mouth twitched.

To be honest, he himself didn't know why he adopted the kid in a moment of enthusiasm. He was obviously a man who had been single for so many years and didn't even have a girlfriend...

Also directly adopted five...

"Just send it here?" Oda Sakunosuke followed Irene and parked the car near the doll shop, and then helped her unload a bunch of things from the car.

He just planned to help Irene out of kindness, and he didn't intend to know where her residence was, and he didn't even think about meeting her a second time.

He's not alone now, he has cubs to raise, and he can't take risks.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Irene nodded and looked at Sakunosuke Oda for a while, "Although I shouldn't say this sentence..."

"However, as a mafia, Mr. Oda is still too friendly..."

As she said this, she bent down and leaned against the other party's window, facing Sakunosuke Oda in the driver's seat, "I'm not worried about Mr. Oda's strength, but now, Mr. Oda has a weakness..."

Irene pointed to the necklace hung by Oda Sakunosuke on the rearview mirror. There were pictures of several children in the necklace.

"Although I don't know what Mr. Oda thinks, but for me, such things as weaknesses cannot be treated openly and squarely..."

As she said this, she looked at Sakunosuke Oda who was surprised by her words, and quickly smiled.

"After all, Mr. Oda is easy to use."

Even as a low-level staff, the excellence of Oda Sakunosuke is not unnoticed.

Even if he is unwilling to kill, how can a person with such outstanding talents be wasted by Mori Ogai?

Originally, Oda Sakunosuke didn't have any weaknesses, and that person had nothing to do with him, but now it's not necessarily the case.

"The BOSS at Port Mafia is not a wasteful person."

"You seem to be in a good mood? Going out for a stroll really can improve your mood." Scotland, who was sitting behind the payment desk and was concentrating on carving the puppet, saw Irene coming in with big bags and small bags out of breath, and hurriedly put down the bag in her hand. Wood and carving knife, ran to the door to help the girl untie the things.

He noticed that although the girl was out of breath, she was in a surprisingly good mood.

"Well, I met a kind person." The silver-white long-haired girl nodded, showing a cheerful smile.

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When Oda Sakunosuke came to the "LUPIN" bar to drink, the words of the silver-white long-haired girl whom he met a few days ago unconsciously came to his mind. He pondered for a moment, his face full of solemnity.

"What's wrong, Odasaku, this doesn't look like your usual expression..."

With a hand on the shoulder, Oda Sakunosuke knows who is coming without turning his head.

Osamu Dazai, that seemingly harmless tall, thin and weak boy, was playing around with other hostile organizations with that cynical smile. The men drove out of Yokohama directly.

Speaking of it... because a cadre died in this war, he and another boy... the one named Chuya Nakahara, both of them should have been promoted to "candidates for cadres" by now.

At this moment, the boy was also wearing his usual expression, dragging his blood-stained coat and sitting beside Oda Sakunosuke, looking at him curiously with his iris-colored eyes that were not covered by bandages.

"So, what made you look so confused?"

"Ah..." Oda Sakunosuke withdrew his gaze and looked at the wine glass in his hand.

"Didn't I adopt five children..." he said, wondering if he should tell Osamu Dazai what Irene told him.

After all, the young man in front of him was so wise and close to a demon, he couldn't confirm whether the other party would deduce something after hearing this sentence.

He promised not to tell others about the existence of the other party.

"How should I put it... It's only now that I realize that there seem to be a lot of things that I haven't considered..."

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head as he spoke, thinking that what Irene was talking about should only be the most extreme situation. After all, he is so low-key, no one should pay attention to his affairs...

"Hmm, did Sakuno Oda finally find out that being a single father is not easy?" Osamu Dazai's eyes flashed when he heard the anguish expressed by Sakunosuke Oda. The young man with short dark red hair said, "I can introduce you to some very kind ladies who like to take care of children."

"That was not what I meant."

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, sighed, and felt that he was thinking too much.

He entrusted his adopted children to the owner of a curry shop he frequented. The extra spicy curry made by the other party is very addictive and has a very kind personality.

He transformed the empty room on the second floor of the store into a room for the children to rest, and was also responsible for taking care of the children's daily life.

And Oda Sakunosuke would go to see the children every few days, and at the same time provide the boss with the children's board and lodging expenses.

Speaking of it... now it's just board and lodging expenses, and when the children grow up, there will be education expenses and future school expenses...

Thinking about it this way, he really has a lot to bear...

"Odasaku, don't you usually think about this matter?" Seeing Oda Sakunosuke sighed deeply, Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin against the bar, narrowing his eyes like a cat, lazily asked lazily.

"Hey, I didn't think about it that much at that time... I just thought that if I let these children go somewhere..."

He will have a hard time.

"So Odasaku is a good person."

Hearing Oda Sakunosuke's answer, Osamu Dazai reached out and poked the ice puck in the glass, then moved the glass to his cheek.

The warm cheek was pressed against the cold cup wall, and the stimulating touch made Osamu Dazai couldn't help but let out a sigh, whimpering like a cat.

"If it's really inappropriate, should Odasaku consider changing his career?"

The young man opened his kite-colored eyes, looking at Oda Sakunosuke's eyes, reminding him for no reason of how Irene asked him the same sentence not long ago before defecting.

"Forget it, now..." He shook his head, and remembered the situation when he returned home, holding a pen but not knowing where to start.

He has a dream of becoming a novelist.

But not now.

He wasn't ready for anything...

Such novels have no soul.

"Eh——" Seeing what Oda Sakunosuke said with a smile, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide and wanted to hear clearly, but because of his low drinking capacity, all he felt was heavy sleepiness.

Those iris-colored pupils were quickly closed, and then the sound of shallow breathing came over.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the young boy beside him lying on the bar and fell asleep quietly, thinking that this is really a child...

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When Irene lived in the doll shop and waited for Bourbon to take her back to the headquarters after completing the task, she was actually not idle.

Ever since she accidentally bumped into Sakunosuke Oda when she went out for the first time, she was a lot more careful when she went out again.

As before, she simply braided her silver-white long hair into a ponytail, and went out wearing sunglasses and a sun hat. She thought so, and directly stretched her long hair in front of Scotland's strange eyes. Hair dyed light brown.

"Is it weird? This should be the safest hair color right now?"

Seeing Scotland's strange eyes, Erin asked curiously while holding her long hair dyed light brown.

"No, this hair color is very safe, but it doesn't match your appearance very well...or in other words, it attracts more attention." Scotland looked at the pair of sky blue eyes, which looked even more against the light brown long hair It is so clear and translucent, it seems to be a gemstone that blooms its own unique light against a dark background.

"Eyes." He simply pointed out the problem, and then added silently.

"beautiful."

"Eh? Then change to other colored lenses..." Hearing Scotland's words, Irene looked in the mirror and finally realized the awkwardness.

She nodded, ran to the small cabinet in the corner, and opened the drawer.

A whole row of colored contact lens lenses of different colors appeared in front of her.

"What color would be better?" she asked Scotland, turning her head.

The man sitting in front of the payment counter laughed and gave his own suggestion.

"How about... a gray-blue one?"

He pointed to his eyes, "This color should be very low-key."

"indeed."

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"I haven't been here for just a few days...Scotland, did you find yourself a little sister?" Bourbon, who had finally completed the task, returned to the doll shop and saw Irene whose image had changed drastically. He glanced at the man sitting behind the payment desk with a strange look.

A "didn't expect you to be this kind of person" expression.

"Eileen said she wanted to keep a low profile, so..."

The man with a handsome face but far less brilliant than Bourbon and Irene's original appearance laughed.

The girl standing next to the young man had the same gray-blue eyes as his, and looked inexplicably gentle.

"Isn't it common enough?"

She pointed aggressively at her new look, and even the original haughty look had an extra cuteness because of the cross-dressing.

"No, it's pretty cute."

The handsome young man with purple-gray eyes heard him smile and respond.

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