[Tutor] Hello sir, goodbye sir

In the later records of the first generation of vongole, there is no record of the birth process of the Vongola Ring. Except for Talbo, who has lived for a long time, no one knows what kind of blood and tears history accompanied its birth——

Calfskin boots stepped on the cold and hard stone steps, making heavy and crisp footsteps, and the damp and earthy wind that is unique to the underground made me wrap my suit jacket tightly.

Candlesticks were placed not far away on the stone wall, and the small flames on the candles swayed with the ventilation, which seemed to be very harmonious with this so-called alchemy room, making people breathless.

Walking in front, told me to be careful on my feet.

Although it has been several months since it was built here, this is the first time I have visited this place.

To be honest, I really don't understand why Talbo insists on building the work place underground. It's dark, cold and gloomy. I can't think of any other advantages of this place except for the good secrecy.

And it doesn't look like an alchemy room here!

This kind of decoration is exactly the same as the place where the black magician sacrificed, okay?

Hand over such a precious cornerstone of the world to that rogue gold carver-_-|||?

Pushing open the heavy and intricate gate, Talbo and the guardians, except for Asari Ugetsu who is far away in Japan, appeared in front of my eyes either standing or sitting.

"Hey, sweetheart, you're here."

"...my name is Melanza, sir."

"In fact, regarding this cornerstone, I can be sure that it is genuine, but sweetheart, I want to ask you some questions."

"...I told you my name is Melansa."

"...Do you know how to refine it?"

what?

I choked for a long time watching Talbo's rare seriousness.

It's been a few months since I co-authored it, don't talk about the model, you haven't refined it yet, have you? !

With such a level, dare to call him the best gold engraver of this century?

You are not afraid of being stoned when you go out, bastard (#‵′)

"Curofurfur~~ We can talk about this issue later."

A certain humanoid fungus came out from the corner, and a weird and interesting smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Shouldn't the first thing we discussed be Melanza's origin?"

"What... um—"

Before I had time to see what the silver light flashed in Spedo's hand, Arnold, who was standing aside and looked like he didn't want to answer, suddenly threw off my handcuffs like a convulsion.

The chain lengthened by the value-added of the cloud attribute is enough for him to hit my chin accurately, crisply and loudly at such a long distance.

There was a 'dong' sound when my back hit the stone wall, the pain made me grin my teeth.

"What, what, this is..."

"Humph."

"...Yes, is there anything you can't say well..."

Did someone step on your tail or have a mental illness/(tot)/~~

"Kofurfur~~ Arnold, you really love him."

What?

Distressed? ?

>_____< Are you fucking talking in human language! ! !

How about letting him feel sorry for you without hesitation, you bastard humanoid fungus!

As soon as I finished complaining in my heart, most of the stone wall behind where I was standing collapsed with a bang, and the remaining half showed a neat oblique cut.

At the same time, I finally saw clearly what the cold light reflected from time to time in Spedo's hand:

d. Spedo's scythe.

The scythe of D. Spedo, who cut through thorns and thorns for vongole and eradicated dissidents—almost killed me just now.

He shot too fast, if Arnold hadn't reacted in time and knocked me aside, I'm afraid I would have been decapitated like that wall by now.

"Enough Damon."

Even in the dim yellow light, the blond young man slightly pursed his lips, and helped the young man up.

"No matter what his background is, at least now he is Melanza vongole, my younger brother."

"You're so immature honey."

"It's not a question of maturity. Has Melanza done little for vongole over the years? Even now, such a precious cornerstone has been handed over to us. I don't think such a person will betray the family."

The young man looked at the young man's warm and gentle eyes without any suspicion because of the conversation just now.

Spedo sighed, and the sharp and cold sickle turned into an indigo mist.

He gracefully gave a noble courtesy to the young man:

"I'm sorry, little Melanza, please forgive my rudeness just now."

"...Then let me cut you too."

"Curofurfur~~ This joke is really funny."

=dish=

Fuck you bastard Shigu, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn't give you the Eye of Hell and the Thunderbolt of Lost Joy!

The chief lord who saved my life just glanced at me, his slender eyes revealing an indifferent indifference.

He is the kind of person who would rather be misunderstood than explain.

Even caring and helping others.

Counting this time, Arnold has saved me three times.

No matter how you look at it, the unreliable Arnold in the second grade has saved me three times in this world.

I never even said a decent thank you to him.

Thinking about it makes my nose sore:

"Mr. Arnold..."

"..."

"Thank you……"

"Humph."

"I will never say that you have a convulsion or anything..."

"...It's so loud! Handcuff and kill!"

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I sat on the side with a bitter face and listened to Talbo talking about the methods he had tried in the past few months. If he hadn't stopped me, Arnold would have knocked out the white teeth in my mouth.

It’s really in vain that I was so touched just now that I wanted to die, he clearly let me survive just to torture me, right?

Although I'm a fake boy and a real guy, can you be a little lighter?

If this trend continues, I will be beaten to death before I become a warden/(tot)/~~

But before that—

"Talbo! Are you planning to murder me under the eyes of everyone? Put down the knife!!"

"What are you talking about, sweetheart, come here quickly."

"Should I rush over to die? I'm not sick >_<"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Those who drank too much wine still say that they didn't drink, can you believe this?!"

Probably because he really couldn't bear it anymore, the chief lord took the knife in Talbo's hand and stood on the edge of the alchemy table and hooked his fingers at me.

"come over."

"..."

If you didn't have a knife in your hand, do you think I wouldn't dare to go there!

No, to be honest, even if he didn't have a knife in his hand, I really wouldn't dare to go there...

It may be that I hesitated for too long, Arnold is already impatient:

"Little devil, come here."

"You, you, you, put down the knife first..."

"Do you want to die?"

"……I am coming!"

"hand."

"What are you doing—!!"

"Keep talking, handcuff and kill!"

Under Arnold's murderous gaze, I stretched out my claws tremblingly——

When the knife got closer, I retracted my hand a little.

I shrink, I shrink, I shrink...

The chief lord's sharp gaze shot towards me.

"Woo... I'm afraid you'll cut off my hand..."

"You can keep hiding and see if I can cut your throat."

What the hell did I do tat

Hand up... knife down...

A slender but not deep wound in the palm...

Arnold held my hand and let the blood drip from the wound onto the bloodstained cornerstone, and I noticed that everyone had such a gash in their hands.

Obviously doing some ritual.

Forgive me for being so busy just now that I didn't hear what Talbo said -_-|||

The tingling feeling made me shiver, and then the strength in my hand seemed to be a little weaker?

It's my illusion...

How could the head of the intelligence department be a gentle person.

It should be said how could you be gentle with me→_→

Then came the time to witness the miracle... Ah bah, something very miraculous happened——

The cornerstone placed in the carved metal container began to melt little by little with my blood, and finally turned into a liquid.

Ambilight.

I think it can only be described by this word.

On the side, Talbo was already so excited that he burst into tears——

He clasped my shoulder tremblingly, with the expression that this world exists only because of you:

"Qi's third formula raw liquid...I didn't expect the rumors to be true!"

"What, what rumor?"

"The blood of the person with the special flame ability is the key to making the ring with the cornerstone of the world!"

"……what?"

"When I first met you, I knew you were a special little sweetheart. Even on the day I gave you the flame attribute test, I was thinking, how could someone's mist attribute flames be so pure!"

"...I'm really sorry."

"Originally, I just wanted to try my luck to see if there are any legendary special flame ability users among you, but I didn't expect to let me hit the right spot! Come on, let me test you again!"

"You'd better take this pot of pulp and go to alchemy, slow death!"

I'm really sorry for the low purity of my fog attribute flame!

I was angrily thinking about whether to punch him, but Arnold pulled my wrist and walked out:

"Hey, hey... sir, where are you taking me! Mr. Arnold!"

The loud bang of the iron door slamming shut just overwhelmed the snickering of the others.

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Infirmary of gole headquarters.

Apparently Yunshou Arnold's character has become well-known in vongole headquarters. The doctors and nurses in the infirmary saw him in awe as if they were seeing a king. They all prepared the medical supplies according to his instructions and respected him. retreated.

I obediently sat on the chair and stretched out my hand like a beggar, letting him bandage my wound.

"First, sir... I'll do it myself."

"To shut up."

"But you have too much alcohol and it hurts..."

"Be patient."

"Ugh..."

"Arguing and handcuffing again."

"..."

Handcuff and kill your sister, it was obviously the wound you made!

But seeing you take the initiative to bandage me up so seriously, I don’t mind being a villain╭(╯^╰)╮

Well, I admit, if I remember it, I really want to die =. =

It was estimated that more than 20 minutes later, my hands were meticulously and perfectly bandaged, Arnold's fair and slender fingers were also covered with stains, and the wound on the palm began to ooze blood.

But obviously he didn't care about this at all, and he was about to wash his hands when he turned around. I grabbed his sleeve and found that I didn't know how to speak.

"..." I will bandage others, but myself...

"let go."

"Sir, your hand..."

"fine."

"At least let me disinfect it for you..."

"It's too long-winded."

"But sir—uh!"

As soon as my lips became hot, I froze on the spot.

Arnold hooked the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be smiling, his platinum-blond hair was shining brightly under the sunlight.

I'm even in a freeze state after he washes his hands and walks out:

What, what... that is...

delusional...

Must be an illusion...

It's an illusion... right?