Crown Master

"Who were you talking to just now?"

After walking over, Ibaraki-douji leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, and asked Shuten-douji lying on it in a friendly tone. Although his expression was still so hard and cold, it was already much better than most people.

Now who doesn't know, the top male model Ibaraki is an icy and cold lump of iron, to say that he is an iceberg is to underestimate his hardness!

So when the coquettish queen Shuten who can get along with this iron lump and get close to each other appears, these two people almost monopolize the popularity of the whole age group.

There are no more popular models than them in Japan. Some magazines predict that they will rule the fashion circle in the next ten years!

Of course, human thoughts have nothing to do with these two ghosts. They will appear here with their own purposes, beyond human imagination.

"Hehe, an old man who will be in constant contact with him." Shuten Doji narrowed his eyes, looking extraordinarily lazy.

Everyone who has been in contact with Shuten-douji has such a self-consciousness. This beautiful woman who has shown queen-level dominance after she was born in the modeling world is lazy when she is working, and even more so when she is not working. lazy.There is a red wine cup at her hand at any time, just like the rich wine fragrance that often lingers on her body, as if her flesh and blood are made of fine wine, and her frown and smile exude amazing magic power.

No matter how popular the male models before working with her are, they will all become captives at the queen's feet after the work is over, so many male fans on the Internet call her the queen obsessively.

And I don't know if he finds it interesting, one time Shuten specially left a comment to respond to a fanatic fan's speech.

"My concubine is the king of ghosts, hehe——"

The smile is cool, even if it is ruthless, it is touching.

A highly poisonous flower that blooms on dry bones and fine wine, carries out the instinct of carpe diem in time, does not hide one's true desire at all, is coquettish and beautiful, and arouses countless pursuits and fanaticism as soon as it is born.

The discussion about Shuten-douji's popularity is discussed all the time in the forum specially created for her, but she herself has never responded.

Perhaps for her, this kind of boring topic is not as interesting as those silly children who call her queen.

Ibaraki-douji's tall shadow easily covered her, and her strong body couldn't be more perfect. It was lean and smooth that could make women easily give up on themselves, and its beauty was not inferior to Shuten-douji's petite body, which seemed like the incarnation of desire/desire.

"What's the matter? He seemed hesitant to speak." Jiu Tun stood up, ignoring the loose clothes that fell off his shoulders, wrapped one arm around Ibaraki's neck, exhaled the fragrance of fine wine, and wrote words with words from head to toe. The seduction of dignified and opposite style, "Let me tell this concubine, before the work starts."

Since the two are already expensive top models, the office does not leave much leisure time on weekdays, and both of them are self-willed, but they will abide by the type of responsibility, so they talk like this, and the surroundings often There are stupefied staff walking around.

From time to time, they are influenced by Jiu Tun's charm and make stupid mistakes, and then provoke the managers to scold them. Almost everyone is used to it. This is almost a necessary adjustment when Jiu Tun is present.

Shuten-douji smiled, his eyes fell on Ibaraki, and he pinched his sharp face.

"Don't you want to tell my concubine?"

Ibaraki Doji looked at this extremely seductive woman with complicated eyes. He never imagined that his best friend would become such a fairy if he changed his gender, but ghosts would remember the taste of souls. This person is indeed Shuten Doji, and he also Never missed a best friend.

Then came the problem.

"My dear friend, do you like this environment very much?"

She looks super happy.

Jiu Tun narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded slightly, the smile was no longer reserved, but enchanting blooming on his lips.

"In this era, concubines like it very much. All kinds of desires are like the types of wine that I can pick. This is the best era, and it is also the ugliest era."

Ibaraki Doji: "Then do you still want to go back?"

"Huh?" Jiu Tun-douji let out a laughing voice, his throat trembling, dull and moving, "You are already a concubine, where do you want to go back?" Fingertips outlined Ibaraki's Adam's apple, and the two behaved intimately As a lover who doesn't need to be responsible, the air is full of ambiguous atmosphere.

"Besides, the person you are following is not a concubine (Jiu Tun-douji)?"

The throat under the finger stopped sliding, and Shutendouji smiled.

"My best friend! I didn't mean to betray you!" Ibaraki Doji was so serious that he seemed to swear on the spot, but before he acted, he hesitated, "...I have a crush on a girl, she is a human being." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head , like a big dog that did something bad and was discovered by its owner, its fluffy white hair blocked its face, but it just had a pitiful smell.

Shuten Doji chuckled and said: "Ibaraki, what is your relationship with my concubine? How can I care about this?" The petite woman continued to smile, full of interest, "No matter which Jiuten it is, I don't care about Ibaraki Whether the person you like is a human being, and whether he will betray you, because I (he) know very well that you Ibaraki-douji will never betray Shuten-douji, this is our 'destiny' written in the history of mankind."

"Shuten..." Ibaraki Doji was greatly moved, and grabbed Jiuten's hand with emotion, "As expected of a best friend!"

Shutendouji snorted and laughed.

"Come on, tell me, what good things have you done with my concubine's master, and how is your relationship developing? I don't intend to let such an interesting person like master go, but I plan to bring her back to Dajiangshan. "

"Actually..."

Ibaraki, who is particularly young in terms of emotions, was played by the coquettish mature woman version of his best friend in the palm of his hand in no time.

At the same time, the other side belonging to the mathematics professor and the white-haired priest——

The two men bear no resemblance except for their gray hair.

"Of course! Wouldn't it be bad if I were like you?"

Professor Moriarty blew his beard. The outstanding scholars in the criminal world and the church's magic sticks have always been at odds.

Amakusa Shiro picked up the coffee in front of him and cast a glance at Moriarty.

The meeting place is the address provided by Moriarty, a special hotel built on a special boundary.

As soon as he came in, a professional waiter took him to the corresponding room, and then he received king-level treatment, a completely soundproof wall design, and excellent service on call. As long as he thinks, the hotel will answer all his requests with yes , without No, the real top enjoyment.

It is conceivable that Professor Moriarty must have evil intentions in calling a clean and ascetic apostle of God into this center of power and wealth!

But Amakusa waited here for only a few minutes, and Moriarty opened the door and walked in, without any intention of making him look bad.

To be honest, Amakusa was quite surprised, but it was not exposed on the surface.

"Professor, please don't change the subject."

Moriarty's posture of firing at someone seemed to stop abruptly, he lowered his eyes shyly, and sighed heavily.

"Mr. Priest, aren't you embarrassing an old man like me?"

The reason why Moriarty would take the initiative to admit his old age was in their previous conversation.

After Amakusa Shiro saw Moriarty, he didn't spend time studying the reason why he agreed to be here, but expressed his dissatisfaction directly from the bottom of his heart.

Dissatisfied with the fragmentation of Chaldea, displeased with their ignorance of the master's decision to act without authorization, and disappointed with the performance of these people who turn a blind eye to the disaster that endangers the world, and are extremely self-satisfied.

The priest didn't mean to talk nonsense with him.

Everyone knows that when the little saint stands opposite, he is the most difficult enemy!

It hurts a lot for Gong Jie to beat the referee. The old man is already old, and he doesn't want to be beaten violently by young people with young hair.

Did he know that Chaldea didn't pay attention to respecting the old and caring for the young, and they were more black-hearted than the other!

"Etc., etc!"

Seeing Amakusa's eyes sinking, with the intention of being serious, Moriarty couldn't continue talking about him, and knocked on the table in a little distress, and dropped his index finger again and again, which proved how tricky this matter was.

"Let the old man guess what your plan is, Mr. Priest."

The eyeballs rolled slowly, and his eyes fell on Amakusa Shiro several times. Moriarty was very uncertain about the upright and restrained appearance of the other party, and finally raised his hands in surrender helplessly.

"I give up, so I refuse."

Amakusa Shiro frowned: "Why? It's not good to fight alone like this, it will only make your strength limited."

"Of course we know that." The professor straightened his collar and made movements unique to respectable people, "but none of us can convince anyone."

"..." Amakusa met a pair of deep and cunning eyes with surprise, and Moriarty said to him: "The cooperation you want does not exist in the formula, because everyone has their own goals and pursues different goals." Answer. Do you understand? The same math problem will eventually lead to the same result, but we are like challengers seeking different results, trying to dig out an answer other than the established answer..."

"But that's not going astray, it's just that the process is different."

Amakusa Shiro said slowly, and gradually understood what Moriarty meant.

Moriarty nodded lightly: "The result is the same, this is the worst part, and then everyone started to do their own thing, to be precise, the pursuer has changed from the result to a different process, and then no one can convince No one. Because everyone knows that the result is where it is, but there are still many tricks that can emerge through hard work.”

"This is just avoiding the important! It's evading!"

"...Who said it wasn't?"

Moriarty took off his glasses and wiped them with a deerskin cloth, and then put them back on. His every move revealed the helplessness of the elderly.

"Who says it's not? You say it's not, Father Amakusa?"

Amakusa Shiro shut his mouth, he kept his mouth shut after scolding the truth.

Professor Moriarty looked at the silent man, and his wise eyes seemed to see through his true thoughts.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada is a man chasing the impossible dream of saving all mankind.

But no matter how he struggles, with the help of the Holy Grail, this dream is impossible to achieve.

But has he given up?No.

But he can only keep trying various wrong routes on the premise of knowing what the result will be, trying to find the best one, the most perfect one, and the one closest to what he wants.

It's like what Moriarty and the others are doing.

However, these people's practices have become more complicated, because the "best" that everyone thinks has huge differences caused by environment, concept, and personality, and what they think is the best in their consciousness is not the best, that is in reality The "closer to the best" and "closer to perfection" that could not be compromised under the iron fist made everyone's ideas farther apart.

After speaking clearly, the silence continued for a long time.

Amakusa Shiro hesitated, "Aren't you going to ask the master?"

"Who's going to ask?"

Professor Moriarty's smile was particularly helpless.