I'm such a big son

Rimbaud slept until the afternoon of the next day. If it wasn't for his hunger, he would probably continue to stick to the bed.She rubbed her hair, sat up and punched the quilt, and then opened her eyes, only remaining calm and composed.

Outside the window, the wind and the singing of the shepherdess can be heard far away.

She got dressed and walked out of the bedroom, only to find herself in the room, and Dazai Osamu and Nakahara were gone.

Forget it, anyway, it's not a guy to worry about.

Italy in October is the most beautiful moment. Through the window, you can see the manicured shrub maze outside the castle, mountains and grasslands in the distance, and the aroma of rum and cheese under the clear blue sky.

There was a light knock on the door of the guest room, and Rimbaud answered. The head maid who was the leader yesterday came in, followed by two girls.

"I guess you should wake up too, this is a famous local food, please use a little bit."

The black-haired "male" leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the golden sunlight left a dazzling diamond-like light around him, attracting light-seekers to approach regardless of themselves or everything. There was a touch of melancholy in the depths of "his" eyes, but he was not confused, and was so firm that she could not forget it.

"Monsieur Rimbaud..."

Rimbaud answered absently and turned his head to look at her. The head maid blushed: "Are you free tonight?"

"Sweetheart~" She walked closer to the head maid, leaned on the wall behind her with one hand and bent over to look into her eyes, and was about to say something when the door was pushed open by an orange-haired boy, followed by Osamu Dazai with messy black hair.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the picture scroll in front of him and was speechless for a while.

The young lady in the maid's long dress was holding the tea tray and her face was blushing, her mother was thumping her on the wall in an ambiguous pose, and the careless guy behind her blew a long whistle.

Double heart tired, double headache.

Rimbaud raised his hands as an apology before his son exploded, and the maid hurried away with her face flushed and her head bowed, leaving a pleasant smell of perfume in the air.

"It seems that the work is going well?"

"Smooth, even smoother than when you fish and flirt with others."

Whoever it is, please marry her and bring her home to discipline her, so he doesn't have to worry about it anymore!

Nakahara Chuya had no expression on his face, while Dazai Osamu had a face of "So that's how it is", always feeling...the latter is completely hopeless.

"The purpose and attitude of Pengel's ninth generation is not yet clear, but there is an 'outside consultant' who wants to meet you, Miss Rimbaud?"

He touched his hat and handed the invitation letter to Rimbaud: "Altila? This hat..."

I always feel that some people look at this hat with weird eyes.

"Huh? Oh! I forgot to mention that it was my adoptive father Baudelaire's hat. He gave it to me before he went to the gallows. The remnants of the Paris Commune all over Europe will protect me in his face, Now, it belongs."

Rimbaud showed nostalgia: "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am now."

She took another look at Osamu Dazai who was standing side by side with Nakahara Nakaya: "Although Miss Hongye bought that coat for me... as long as you don't stuff it into the trash can, Rimbaud will protect you personally. "

Dazai tilted his head and said that he didn't mind this blatant partiality, after all he wasn't some kid crying for candy.

Rimbaud returned his attention to the invitation they had brought back.

The inviter, the invitee, the time and place of the tea party are written in cursive script on the gilded cardboard.

"Come on, I'll take you to have afternoon tea. In Pengo Lie, the authority of the consultant outside the door is beyond your imagination."

She found a replacement coat, rang the brass bell hanging at the door, and soon a maid in an apron arrived.

"Mr. Sawada's tea party invitation, please take us to this garden."

"No problem, Monsieur Rimbaud, please come with me."

The maid lifted her skirt and curtseyed, then turned and led the guest to the place listed on the invitation.

The appearance of Vengley's headquarters is a standard European castle. Rimbaud and his party walked through the painted glass corridor to the atrium, and there were already people waiting under the white dome pavilion.

"Welcome, long time no see, I still don't believe you when they say you're here. Hmm... Rimbaud? Why have you become thinner and shorter? After staying in Japan for a long time, your whole person has become delicate and compact?"

The burly man had two rows of white teeth gleaming, and Miss Rimbaud stepped forward to give him a high-five quietly: "You are getting old, Sawada."

"My eldest son, and adopted children."

She pushed Nakaya to the front, and the lion-like man laughed and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Good boy! The expression is exactly like you at that time!" After speaking, he also patted Osamu Dazai: "This one is also Good boy, but too thin. No way, Rimbaud, you can't raise your child just because you look like a girl."

Miss Rimbaud's answer was to kick the bear-like man staggeringly and add the word "roll".

"Hahahahahahaha! Seeing that you are in such good spirits, I am relieved. After knowing that incident... Ah, no, there is no need to mention it. What is the reason why you ventured back to Europe this time?"

Sawada Iemitsu recognized Rimbaud who was a teenager a few years ago—of course, Mr. Rimbaud who was already lying in Miss Rimbaud's subspace.He was very surprised that his friend didn't seem to grow a centimeter taller for so many years, but he was more concerned about whether "he" came here with malice against Pengo Lie.

Rimbaud took the two teenagers to the seat, and the attendant stepped forward to pour tea. She folded her hands through the steam of black tea: "A batch of arms sold to Yokohama has been delayed for a month and has not yet been delivered. Are you going to enter the lower realm?"

"what?"

The bald head of the Sawada family responded that it was impossible.He heard someone report that a cadre of an island organization had come to visit because of a business dispute, and he also knew that the other party had just changed its leader not long ago.Family members said that the visitor's attitude was very tough, so he wanted to see who dared to carry out the demolition in Pengo Li's headquarters, so he took over the matter, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the person who did it turned out to be an acquaintance.

Jean Rimbaud, a very famous person, everyone thought he was dead long ago, but unexpectedly he hid in the Far East island country, even his gender... Ah, maybe it was for this reason that he hid well.

Having said that, why did he take risks and run back to Europe?Oh, a batch of ammunition.

The Pengelie family has a big business, so no matter what they do, they won't do such a thing of reneging on debts and making money.

Standing behind Rimbaud, Dazai quickly presented the bank draft certificate, the acceptor was indeed Vongola, and this draft had been presented two years ago, and the reply letter bore Vongola's seal.

"Excluding the time spent in each link, this batch of arms should have arrived in Hong Kong a month ago, but..."

Rimbaud shrugged: "That's why I'm sitting here. Of course, one of the purposes is to take the heir out to meet old friends."

After repeatedly checking the bills in his hand, Sawada Iemitsu raised his head and said seriously: "I'll have someone check it out, and I will definitely give you an explanation."

She raised her tea cup: "Thank you."

"By the way, what about that irritable boy? I heard that you and Jiudaimu had a conflict about the choice of heir?"

Rimbaud was talking about XANXUS, the leader of the independent assassination force Balian.

Sawada Ieko glanced at Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, and Rimbaud immediately understood.

"The scenery in Pengo Lie's headquarters is very good. Let the beautiful big sister take you to see it. I don't know if I will have a chance to enjoy it leisurely next time."

Knowing that they probably wanted to discuss something that could not be disclosed to the public, the two teenagers stood up and walked down the steps. Naturally, some maids and attendants stepped forward to show them around.

Seeing that all the people in the way left, Sawada Iemitsu pulled the chair and moved forward: "If your old habits haven't changed at all, I wonder if you have changed someone. Rimbaud, I really didn't expect you to become Got a woman!?"

"Humph", Miss Rimbaud Lai Yangyang sneered as she leaned against the walnut armchair, "Just pretend that I went to Thailand. If you have anything to say, tell me!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you still have such a bad temper."

Sawada Iemitsu coughed and turned to business: "Competing for the ring to determine the final heir is an old practice of Vongola. XANXUS took the core members of Balian to Japan two days ago, but I always feel that something is wrong .At the moment, Jiudaimu can't easily see outsiders, what do you think..."

"Well, it's a familiar routine. My current boss does the same thing, but the method is much more sophisticated than that of XANXUS. Just tell me, what do you want me to do."

If there are no benefits worth exchanging, there is no need to spend extra time in secret talks.

Sawada Iemitsu leaned back: "It's so comfortable to talk to a cheerful person. I want you to take care of Inuko Tsunakichi, who lives with Nana in Naimei. This kid knows nothing about the world of Mafia, I I firmly believe that he will not lose to XANXUS, but if he wants to survive in the other world, combat power is only one aspect. By the way, Reborn served as his tutor, and there are many old friends there."

Reborn ah...

Rimbaud thought about it for a while and thought it was not a trouble, he nodded happily and agreed: "The exchange condition on my side is that the leader of Peng Gelie will protect the Central Plains Zhongye in the future. You should know why that person and I went to Yokohama, no matter what he later reported to the authorities, the child is already a human being, he is an independent, free thinking individual, and deserves the respect he deserves."

This transaction can achieve balance of payments for both parties, and it is natural to shake hands and establish a contract.

Sawada Iemitsu raised the teacup in his hand: "For the heir, for the glory."

Rimbaud also raised his teacup high: "For the heir, for the glory."

The bone china teacups collided gently, and the sound was crisp.

"By the way, can I entrust you with something in my personal capacity?"

Putting down the teacup, Sawada Iemitsu winked narrowly, and Rimbaud leaned over to listen to him with a serious face.

"Tomorrow, I would like to trouble you to make some trouble at the door to distract the attention of the Balians. I will sneak into the secret room to meet Kudaime."

"It's okay to make trouble. Can you take my black-haired adopted son down with you? You must be fair to young people."

"You really know how to negotiate prices. Change your career and become a businessman. You will definitely not lose money."

"I just thought you were complimenting me."