Clow is perfect

Ah, so it is.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Phil sat on the soft sofa, and after listening to these words, he finally understood how Kae died in the first place, and who was plotting against him.

He thought of his body that was weakening day by day, the discomfort of having his magic power taken away, the two people who ran for him, and even more, the expression of Gojo Satoru who witnessed the moment of his death.

The young man who was always full of vividness was surprisingly cold at that time, as if all his emotions were buried under the ice, and he didn't want to show anything. He could only hold his hand, which was so tight that it was difficult to break free.

Beside the two who were smiling maliciously, the red-haired boy looked silent, his eyes slightly closed, and his fingers randomly placed by his side were clenched tightly one by one.

It was a wonderful experience. At this moment, he was encouraged and urged by the side of the fire, to directly ignite the flame of revenge, and reduce the two culprits who caused the death of the other to ashes.But his heart as a mirror was extremely calm, as if he was on an extremely cold ice surface, telling him calmly: It's not the time yet.

Leaving aside the philosophical question of whether the crimes of another world can be projected into this world, even if something is to be done, it should not be at this time when these people have not started any plans.

It's not enough now, even if you are not good at patience, you still need to wait for the opportunity.

Phil hooked his fingers slightly, and put away a cluster of flames that were tentatively running towards the two in the dark, as if putting away all his emotions, and maintained a quiet posture.

"It's really an interesting story." He heard Fyodor agree.

"Sure enough, Mr. Feodor can also understand the interestingness of this matter." The white-haired and purple-eyed young man smiled, paused, and asked the key thing, "But since you brought Mr. Come to me, have you already made a decision? Want to help me create an organization?"

"After all my thinking, I still feel that Mr. Bailan's wisdom and talent are needed." Fyodor sighed, seemingly helpless.

In the few words between the two, Phil learned that Bailan wanted to create his own Mafia organization, not only to inherit his own Jesso family, but also needed a larger force to facilitate the next step of the plan.As for the next step plan and the ultimate goal, they probably have been discussed a long time ago, and they have been vaguely mentioned at this moment.

As helpers, Fyodor and Phil need to provide their own intelligence capabilities and force, combined with the manpower and technology given by Bai Lan, to help him expand his power.

"Then I will leave it to Mr. Fyodor." Bai Lan smiled gently, and no one could see that he was planning the disintegration of a certain Mafia organization and took it into his pocket.

"I also hope Mr. Bailan won't let me down." Fyodor also had a smiling face, showing no weakness at all.

Probably because of some kind of intuition, Phil understood that Bai Lan's unspoken ultimate goal must be very important. He had to at least figure out what it was, otherwise he would only be counterattacked by an opponent who could not easily defeat him if he took action rashly.

So from the beginning to the end, he listened to them indifferently, with a disdainful look of being too lazy to interrupt.The two of them also seemed to regard him as a pure combatant, and never thought about asking him about the content of the plan, and even worried about many things that he generally either omitted or communicated in Italian.

"I haven't asked yet, what is Mr. Phil's ability? I heard that there are many supernatural beings in Japan, and their abilities are very interesting." At the end of the conversation, Bai Lan seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his gaze to A boy of few words.

"Fire." The red-haired boy replied briefly, stretched out a finger, and made a bunch of flames appear on the fingertip out of thin air, like a perfect toy, manipulate it to move up, down, left, and right.

"Wow." The young man with white hair and purple eyes sighed with a smile, stretched out his palm, and sparks were also ignited, but it was orange, "It's a coincidence, I will be so angry."

"Hmph." Phil glanced at the cluster of flames, and without doing much, let it escape from the control of the original owner and fly in front of him, turning into a butterfly.

The magnificent flames outline the lines, and the butterflies formed by the flames flap their crystal wings, bringing up tiny spots of light.

"It seems that you don't seem to be able to control it." The red-haired boy's voice was subtly mocking, and he slapped Bai Lan's face as the master.

Bai Lan suppressed the smile on her face, opened her pale purple eyes, and the indifference when her face was expressionless became much clearer: "What you can control is not your own fire, but the concept of being a fire, so it also includes human beings. The flame of death energy. It turns out that it is indeed a perfectly suitable ability."

He came to the conclusion calmly, and when he said the last sentence, he exchanged glances with Fyodor, who had a calm expression as if he knew it long ago, and the two people who also had their own plans passed a move with their eyes.

"I can really feel relieved now." Bai Lan said this sentence with a sigh, and then delineated an area for him to clean up, "People in Italy have a special ability called the flame of death, but for Fei Er-jun, it's trivial, so I won't talk nonsense." Wanru really trusts him, rather than deliberately not telling him the characteristics of the flame of death, trying to make him suffer.

Phil glanced at the area on the map, and was sure that not all of them could be occupied in a short time. He made up his mind to take his time. During this time, he had to figure out what Prynne and Fyodor were planning.

Fyodor also got a request to infiltrate a certain organization, and he didn't refute it, he just asked for some people.

In this ordinary room, the three of them planned together something that would overturn the world of Mafia, even though one of them didn't know it at the moment.

The mirror following Tatsuhiko Shibusawa didn't know about these things for the time being, and what made him think about it recently was another thing—whether it is necessary to choose a school for Atsushi Nakajima.

When he lived with Osamu Dazai before, he didn't pay much attention to these things, because the people around him were all fighting and surviving in the bloody storm, and Mr. Dazai often had blood that could not be concealed by alcohol. So none of them emphasized learning when there was no way to guarantee survival.In addition, he was busy collecting magic power, so he didn't think about it.

In fact, he was reminded of this matter when he decided to close the trading shop and went to say goodbye to Nakahara Nakaya.

After Zhongyuan's insomnia incident, Mian kept in touch with him to a certain extent.Due to the different itineraries of the two and the busyness of Nakahara Chuya, they may not be able to meet often, so the way they communicate has become to leave a note in that toy house, and wait for the other person to come back when he is free. Look at it this way.

Chuya Nakahara’s comments always seem very life-like, and it seems that he really doesn’t know what to say: such as "Did you go to work today?", "Is work going well?", "Last time you said you like eating sweets. Yes, I left dessert in the refrigerator for you", "I met a dress that suits you today, but it's for a doll, so I put it aside for you", "Are you still living with that strange uncle?" …

Kagami replied honestly: "I went to work and met strange people, but it shouldn't hurt me", "Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it's troublesome", "Mr. Nakaya's desserts are super delicious Please try my cooking next time!", "The clothes are amazing! I really want to show Mr. Chuya.", "My cohabitant is not an uncle, but he doesn't come back recently, he seems to be very busy I'm worried about him."  …

This time I came to Nakahara Chuya, on the one hand, because he decided to temporarily close the shop. It would be bad if Nakahara Chuya suddenly rose up to find him next time. On the other hand, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko told him to go to Tokyo, he We still think it is necessary to tell Nakahara who thought he was in Yokohama after all.

This is also what Sawada Tsunayoshi told him-friends need to say goodbye.

"Our store manager went on a business trip recently, and the store is temporarily closed, so I don't have a job either."

After Zhongyuan Zhong also finished the task, he just went home to rest for a while, when he heard the sound of knocking outside the window. After he opened it in doubt, he saw a white-haired and green-eyed elf greeting him, and then went straight to the topic and told him this. thing.

The little elf still looked innocent, and seemed not to think that losing his job was such a painful thing. He flapped his wings happily and continued: "I no longer live with the person I used to be, and Mr. Nakaya doesn't have to worry about it." Yes, but that person is really not a strange person."

...Is this guy a wimp?He has no job and no place to live, yet he can talk to him so energetically now.

Nakahara Nakaya, who was quite worried about the same kind of stupidity, hadn't relaxed his brows since his first sentence, and he was not very happy at this time, so he cursed viciously: "It's too irresponsible to drive people away after closing the store like this." Yes, next time I see it, I must smash its brand."

Then he hesitated for a moment, and his eyes drifted to the dollhouse placed in the corner of the room, as if he was not used to saying that, while pressing the hat to cover his face, he stuttered: "Since you have no place to live, do you want to come with me, Live with me?"

"Hey?" Jing didn't expect to receive such an invitation at all, was taken aback for a moment, and smiled softly.

"Thank you, Mr. Chuya, but I was picked up by a well-meaning man. He said he would take good care of me."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also confused by that smile for a moment, stretched out his hand and poked him, the slight force made the elf take a step back, covered his cheek pitifully, and looked back at him in confusion.

Realizing what he had done, the orange-haired boy coughed and wanted to change the subject, only to realize that something was wrong in the sentence just now: "Wait, is he a kind person again? Tell me how he raised you?" A good man he has not forgotten.

"Just raise me normally." Kagami recalled Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's behavior, "Give me good food, give me a lot of beautiful clothes, give me a place to live, and let me go out at will, agree I bring other children into the house, and they will listen to my opinion."

It sounds pretty normal.

But Zhong Yuanzhong did not relax his vigilance: "Then what kind of guy is he?"

"He is a person who likes to collect gems very much. He owns a room full of gems, and he also likes beautiful things. Occasionally, he makes clothes for me. He is not very good at cooking, but he can eat. But it is easy to feel tired of many things. Always I don’t like it soon after I get it, and I pursue something different and unique.”

"...He didn't treat you well because he collected you as a collection, right?"

"Huh? But he wants me to call him 'Father', isn't he a son?"

"What is it, don't always take the strange guy lightly and don't know anything about it, okay? If this continues, you won't even know that someday you will be killed in a daze!"

"sorry......"

"Forget it, I don't want to accuse you of anything." Zhongyuan Zhong also tried his best to suppress his anger and said with ease, "In short, it's still the same. If you find something wrong, you must come to me for help. Don't be a fool and do nothing alone."

"Okay." The little elf nodded his head, and then remembered something, "By the way, this time I'm actually here to say goodbye to Mr. Chuya."

"Well, I get it." The orange-haired boy's blue eyes were calm, "I'm not good at this either, but this place will always save your home for you. As long as you don't have bad intentions, you can come here anytime."

"Yeah! Mr. Nakaya too, sleep well!"

"Stop rambling! Go to school when you have time, you idiot!"

"I'm not stupid, Mr. Chuya is too much!"

"A guy who has been picked up twice is not qualified to say that!"

"Humph!"