[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Mamun held the handle of the small teacup, took a sip after blowing it cool, although his expression could not be seen because of the cover of the hood, but it was not difficult to tell from his slightly relaxed limbs that he liked the fragrant black tea—— And I am quite satisfied with the various snacks that Cheng used to entertain.

"There are rough guys in Valari, too."

Faced with such a roundabout evaluation, Cheng held his chin and squinted at Mamun who was sitting on the baby's high chair.

"It would be great if you like it."

Although Mammon, a member of the Rainbow Children, is the same as Reborn, whose body is in the state of a child due to a curse, Mammon still maintains the principles and character that illusionists should have.

"Now it's almost time to get to the point."

He put the porcelain teacup back on the tray and said reservedly.

"Consultations related to illusion are billed by the hour, and if it is less than an hour, it will be charged by the hour. The price list has been sent to your personal mailbox..." He thought for a while and added, "Also, because I don't Intended to pay taxes, so no proof will be provided."

"Okay, I accept your terms of service and fees."

As Cheng spoke, she took out a jewelry box about the size of her palm, and she opened the lid to reveal the clean white feathers that had been properly kept inside.

"In your opinion, is this feather an illusion, Mammon?"

Mamon remained motionless, as if he was carefully looking at the items in front of him. After a long time, Cheng waited for his appraisal result.

"No."

Mamon said.

"It's not an illusion."

He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the feather, but just as he touched the tip of the feather, he felt burning pain and withdrew his hand abruptly.

"what happened?"

Cheng picked up the feather suspiciously, and gently stroked its surface, but nothing unusual happened in her hands.

"This is the flame of death." He said, "No matter what it looks like, its essence is a flame, and its purity is astonishingly high...Cheng, is this your flame?"

Cheng shook his head.

"No, although I know the existence of the Flame of Death Qi, I haven't learned how to use it."

"That's someone else's property." Mamun thought, "The flame that broke away from the original owner, not only did not go out, but it can still maintain a fixed shape, that must be a very strong guy."

Cheng slowly recalled what happened that day, if she hadn't really held the feather in her hand, she would have doubted that she was just having a strange dream.

Everything is indeed as confusing and confusing as a dream, and there is no end to end, and no logical clues can be found...although it is very beautiful.

"In this case, it is better to remain vigilant."

Cheng said.

"Even if this group of deadly flames doesn't seem to be hostile to you—if the other party wants to hurt you, it's useless for that kind of strong person to be vigilant." Mamon commented mercilessly, " However, if something unexpected happens, you can also call me...Of course, I won’t help you, it’s not the best strategy for illusionists to face the enemy head-on.”

He jumped off the high chair.

"But for the sake of being a delightful customer, I might be willing to do something for you..."

Before he finished speaking, two daggers flew from behind Mamon, pointing directly at his head, but when they were about to create a bloody scene, they passed through Mamon's body like a projection.

"The annoying guy is here." Mamon's young body floated up, "Don't forget to pay the final payment..."

The image of him wearing a cloak gradually faded, and his voice gradually faded away. When Bell ran out of the room, Mammon had completely disappeared.

"I heard Mamon's voice!" Bell said excitedly, "Where is he? Has he been killed by the prince?!"

"No, Bell."

Cheng put the feather back into the jewelry box and put it away again.

"Mamon just went back."

Belphegor seemed a bit depressed, but Summi wasn't going to be particularly sympathetic to his feelings today.

"Speaking of which, Bell, I have something to ask you."

Cheng knelt down and watched him.

"You broke the piano wires at school, didn't you?"

The little boy froze for a moment, pretending to calmly deny.

"...No, not a prince."

"Not only that, when the school asked the guardian to go to the office, you asked Mamon to trick the teacher with illusion, is that right?"

Belphegor, who had been completely exposed, stopped talking.

"Do you know why Mamon, who promised to keep it a secret, told me?" Cheng squatted down, and smiled softly at Bell, who hadn't known the cruelty and ruthlessness of the adult world, "Because you only paid him one hundred Oh, and I paid €150...and, as punishment for you, Bell, the money will be advanced from your refreshment bill."

"... Whatever you want, the prince will never go to school again anyway." Bell tried hard not to seem to care about Cheng's punishment, "Just like that guy Squalo."

Cheng, who caught the key word, frowned.

"Squalo?"

she asked.

"What happened to Squalo?"

"Cheng, I heard that Squalo applied for early graduation, is this true?"

"It's true, Dino." Cheng opened the updated roster, tapped the page with the pen in his hand, "I've confirmed that Squalo has passed the examination."

"Is that an extremely difficult assessment that essentially doesn't want people to graduate early?!"

"Yes, it's the exam that the Ninth Chief personally set up." Cheng covered the pen, raised his chin, and looked back at Dino, "'Don't be so anxious to take on the job if it's not necessary', that's what the Ninth Chief said. "

She thought about it and added something.

"Of course, at least Xanxus doesn't listen to him, as for Squalo..."

In fact, there was nothing particularly unnatural about this matter, but for some reason, little by little strange omens cast a faint shadow in Cheng's heart.

"...He probably has his own ideas."

Then she changed the subject.

"If Squalo's departure makes you feel lonely, maybe I can try to comfort you..."

"No, I definitely don't think so."

After hastily denying it, Dino thought for a while about what Cheng said.

"I mean, the relationship between me and Squalo is not very special..." Finally Dino gritted his teeth, "Yes, I already feel that we are friends."

"Is that so, then I think you must feel very disappointed... Please give me your hand."

Dino leaned over a little nervously, and the warm touch of the girl's fingertips was gone as soon as he touched it, and then he stretched out his hand to rub the other's blond hair with a smile.

"Here's the chocolate, I hope you don't hate the hazelnut taste."

"No, of course I don't hate it! In fact it's my favorite—"

"Put the dog's tail away, idiot."

"reborn?!"

Dino suddenly realized that the things in his hands had disappeared at some point, and his tutor had already unpacked them.

"Wait! That's mine...!"

Reborn ruthlessly devoured the entire hazelnut bar in one gulp.

"Do you have any objections?" Facing the disciple's unbelievable expression, the number one killer in the underground world asked cruelly and calmly, "Dogs can't eat chocolate anyway."

Not only did he completely ignore the disciple's screams and accusations, he even took Dino's place, and reborn, who naturally drove him away, turned his face to Cheng's side.

"I'm here to see you, Miss Cheng." He said, "The chief of the Ninth Generation has some instructions for me to convey."

"The leader of the Nine Generations?" Cheng restrained his expression, "Since it was conveyed by you...is it a private order?"

"That's right, it has nothing to do with Valia, it's a personal order for you."

Reborn unbuttoned a suit button, and took out a fairly classic letter of commission from his arms. The sealing seal was branded with the personal seal of Peng Geli's nine generations of leaders.

"Not long ago, the information system and computer network of Vengley's headquarters were attacked by an unknown source."

Cheng took the envelope.She still didn't know the connection between what Reborn mentioned and the order, so she quietly waited for the other party's further narration.

"Such behavior was judged as a provocation to Pengoile, and Pengoile's technicians immediately launched a counterattack and tracking..." Reborn pressed his hat brim, "However, the result seems to be that the opponent has a better skill."

Cheng began to realize the seriousness of the problem.

"So……"

"However, the task given to you has nothing to do with this matter."

He continued.

"This incident caused an uproar in Vengley. Just when we were planning to use special means, the other party appeared in front of us on its own initiative—it was not an organization, but just one person."

Reborn hooked the corner of his mouth.

"What is even more astonishing is that after being provocative, this reckless person actually asked Vengley for cooperation."

"Although it sounds absurd..." Cheng closed his eyes for a moment, "but the other party has the ability to rival Peng Gelie's top technical team. Under such circumstances, no matter the other party's intentions are true or not, we can use this to observe the other party's next move." One move and practical purpose becomes a logical strategy."

"That's right." Reborn nodded slightly, "What's more, he proposed a cooperation condition that we can't refuse."

He said.

"He showed us a technology called 'box weapon', which only exists in rumors to apply the dead air flame."

"..."

Cheng pondered for a while, and from what the other party said so far, she understood that there were many details that were inconvenient to disclose to her. At the same time, she had a vague premonition that the next order given to her might be more important than she had originally imagined. .

"Mr. Reborn, what can I do?"

"It's really a very attractive temptation, even for Pengo Lie." He raised his head and looked at Cheng with dark eyes, "So we need someone to contact and monitor each other, so that we can detect possible hidden dangers in time. This is also one of the confidence measures negotiated with the other party.”

——"Miss Cheng, the chief of the Nine Generations wants you to take this role."

It's time for class.

It always takes a little time for the classroom to change from noisy to a quiet state where teaching activities can be carried out normally. Cheng looked at the letter of appointment and looked at the seal for a while.

The private order book has a certain level of confidentiality. Of course, she will not open it in public, but according to Reborn, in addition to the regular order documents, there are also basic information on the task target, which makes Cheng a little curious. .

Relying on one's own strength, challenge the behemoth whose history can be traced back a hundred years ago...

At this time, the teaching staff on the stage mentioned that a transfer student would arrive today, but Cheng was still distracted.

What kind of person would that be?

In addition, what did Mr. Reborn mean when he said that we will see each other soon...

--Snapped.

Perhaps because he was too absent-minded, Cheng's elbow accidentally knocked off the pen on the corner of the table.

The sound of the metal pen body colliding with the ground startled her slightly, and her train of thought was interrupted. Cheng's reaction was a little slower because of this, and when she was about to bend down to pick it up, another person's hand in the field of vision Picked up her dropped items before her.

Her gaze moved along with the beautiful bone-shaped knuckles and fixed on his face, and then she suddenly remembered the starry night that happened not long ago and is still shining brightly in her memory.

"You are……"

The young man in front of him has cold, sharp and pure eyes, which at first sight remind Cheng Cheng of a frozen salt sea, the extreme thoroughness and depth of which make people feel biting and trembling before realizing the beauty.

But just when Cheng was about to speak again, he suddenly smiled.

"At that time, I probably forgot to tell you that we will meet again soon."

He must be very good at it, and good at laughing, otherwise he wouldn't have whipped up a violet-colored breeze from his frost-covered transparent sea so easily, almost making people forget how cold his eyes were.

"I'm Bailan, Bailan. Jesso."