[Comprehensive] Opposites

Dimon hated vongola's name, and smiled on deaf ears no matter how many times he protested-oh, he seemed very satisfied with the name.

That damn guy's aesthetics are too distorted.

Dimon made up his mind, if it wasn't for a very necessary situation, otherwise he would not be willing to declare to the public that he was a member of the seafood biological self-defense group named vongola.

The one who became his boss now seems to be retaliation for his stubborn refusal to join vongola before...send him on a mission to meet his fellow vongola—the famous intelligence chief Arnold.

The intelligence bureau has a pivotal position in Italy, and its status is more like an impartial middleman than directly under the country.Although serving the country, they will not fully obey the orders of the country.

Possessing power but not being fully driven by the state is one of the forces that the state fears.

Regardless of whether Damon and Arnold are feuding or not, the director of the Intelligence Bureau will condescend to a small...even a force that has begun to develop...

When Damon heard the news from his mouth, he was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and clicked his tongue thinking that he would face Arnold's arrogant face in the future.At the same time, he also discovered that if he was able to recruit people with high social status at the same time, if he had no ability, how could he be able to summon the director of the intelligence bureau.

"Damon... wait, I'll find Arnold's photo." I was about to find it, but was interrupted by Damon.

"No need." Damon's tone was expectant and meaningful, he really wanted to know what the arrogant Arnold would look like when he found out that he was also in Vongola, "I know him. "The relationship has reached the level where they will pounce on each other as soon as they meet.

He glanced at Damon suspiciously, and nodded without intending to get to the bottom of it, "Then please. Arnold is currently on a mission. In your capacity, it should not be difficult to get the invitation letter at Earl Jessica's banquet." .”

Damon remembered the invitation letter that belonged to Earl Jessica that was placed on his desk a few days ago, "Please wait for me to return with Arnold, boss."

"Looking forward to your return."

It is clear that Dimon did not fully talk about loyalty and devotion, he said jokingly in the tone of a friend.

***

Since he boasted that he would bring that Arnold back, that is to say, he would complete this task with Arnold—of course, Damon didn’t think that Arnold needed his help, he just needed to enjoy this peacefully. A banquet until the end of the line.

If he helped that Arnold, I'm afraid his end would be that Arnold put the silver handcuffs on his throat.

The banquets of nobles have always been extravagant, and the communication between people is full of extravagance and elegance.For them, the banquet is more of a hypocritical social gathering, showing off all kinds of prosperity quietly on the surface.

The arrival of the mediocre Damon Spedo did not cause much noise to the banquet, and the most was just a little hello.

Naturally, Damon didn't care about this. The gentleman's elegant smile on his handsome face attracted many noble ladies. Many young noble ladies couldn't help but blush because of this handsome gentleman.

Many aristocratic ladies could not help but take the initiative to talk to Damon Spedo. Damon talked to them in a polite and gentle manner. In fact, Damon's eyes never moved from the young man in the corner.

The young man with platinum blonde hair has a face as cold as a knife, exuding an aura of indifference that attracts women. At the same time, it can also stop everyone. The young man's eyes like crystal blue glass beads are also in line with Damon's line of sight. match.

Dimon saw Arnold's bony fingers moving back and forth regularly, and Dimon also guessed what Arnold was thinking now-rushed up and beat him up, based on Dimon's understanding of Arnold , even if it is not this one thing, what you want to do will not be very different.

"Sir, what are you looking at?" Serena said with a smile, "Is there anyone who attracts your attention more than me?"

Daemon responded casually, "Who else attracts more attention than you at this banquet? Miss Serena." He changed the subject, "It's not just one person who caught my attention..."

Serena's royal blue eyes looked at Damon's next words expectantly, but Damon held Serena's hand, "What are you going to eat?"

"...Sir, you are changing the subject again." Serena puffed up her cheeks and said dissatisfiedly, but her eyes sneaked past Damon and looked at the place where Damon was just looking. She was very curious, what is there? Only such things would attract Damon, but when her eyes moved there, there was nothing.

Damon let out a pleasant laugh, "Miss Serena, it's not the first time you know me."

Serena was stunned for a while, looking at Damon's smile with admiration in her sapphire blue eyes, "That's why I'm discouraged. I never understood you. I finally had a chance to see you at a banquet. You alone...Speaking of this, sir, you don't have Miss Elena by your side this day."

"Eileen has something important, why did she come to Earl Jessica's banquet." Daemon looked at his deputy's younger sister, his female companion today, "The grand duke's banquet happened to be on the same day as today..."

"Hmm? Are you very sorry, sir?"

After Serena finished speaking, the sound of accompanying music sounded at the banquet.

"Well, what do you think?" The man's gentle voice sounded in Serena's ears, the throbbing voice in his throat was as clear as infinitely loud, with some unclear tone, the man held Serena hand, "Want to dance?"

"Ah..." Serena's voice was a little flustered, and she withdrew her hand from Daemon's palm, "No, sir. I'm not very good at dancing."

Damon looked stunned, and he smiled helplessly, "Serena, I thought you wouldn't reject me, it seems that I thought too much."

"...Ah... I, I..." Serena was about to argue, but her tongue seemed to be tied in a tight knot, unable to untangle her thoughts, and she didn't know how to respond.

"It's fine if you don't want to, there's no need to embarrass yourself."

"..." Serena became more and more anxious, but she still didn't utter any words to explain because of her nervousness.She looked at Damon's figure walking away, feeling a little regretful.It's not that she doesn't like Damon Spedo, but since she can't say anything in a hurry, this is the first time.

Damon stayed away from the dancing venue in a good mood. No one knew better than him why Serena rejected him. He gave Serena a hint. Although Serena is Androlai's younger sister, she is not His trusted adjutant, Daemon naturally wouldn't give Serena too much trust.

However, what Dimon didn't expect was that there was also a young man standing there on the balcony he went to.Dimon was a little bit disgusted with how he chose this place.

"Hi, my dear Arnold." Damon did not take the initiative to leave, but greeted Arnold, "I haven't seen you for many years..."

Arnold gave Damon a sideways glance, interrupting Damon's speech, "What are you doing here." He said in a declarative tone, "Every time I meet you, nothing pleasant happens." Arnold said After finishing, a somewhat disgusted look appeared on his face.

"Oh, it looks like you really don't want to see me very much." When Damon met Arnold, the metamorphosis factor in his body that had been dormant for a long time was like the bubbles that kept popping up when the water reached the boiling point.

Arnold was silent, but the expression on his face could detect a kind of easy-to-see words.

'Since this is the case, you still appear in front of my eyes'... something like that.

"Dear Mr. Arnold...can I ask about your current mission progress?" Daemon's smile was as elegant as ever.

Arnold, who was asked about the progress of the task, did not feel anxious or confused because of this. His expression was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger. The tips of his hair were slightly blown by the breeze, and a little of it stuck to his face.The two stalemate for a long time, so long that Damon thought that Arnold was going to tear his face, regardless of the task, directly pulled out the silver-white handcuffs, and fought hard.

But in fact, Arnold pulled out a smile, and Damon sensed something bad at that moment, and his back was as horrified as if he had been swept by a popsicle, "Can I think you were sent?"

Damon's smile was a little stiff, and he turned his head, "You know this so well, can I think that you really have a crush on me as the rumors say?"

What Dimon was referring to was, of course, the rumors that he and Silla, who was disguised as Arnold, were chatting on the street that day.

"Wow, speaking of this, I want to ask who is the brave guy Arnold who was in front of you that day?" Arnold's face was a little dark, and it was obvious that those scandals had also reached Arnold's ears.

"If you want to know this... you can search for illusionists in every corner of Rome."

Arnold crossed his arms and lifted his chin slightly, "Then the first illusionist I want to kill is undoubtedly you."

"I also want to have a good fight with you." Dimon said with regret, "but I must perform the first task entrusted to me."

Arnold snorted slightly, holding a questioning attitude.

It's clear he distrusts everything Dimon says.

"The Intelligence Bureau's ability to collect intelligence is really good, so I agree that there are not a few days." Damon praised vaguely.

"That guy has been in and out of your mansion for such a long time, think about what he's thinking." Arnold said sarcastically, however, his mouth was slightly raised, praising him for being in a better mood now .

Damon: "..."