Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Gold, I don’t know how many grams there are in total, but there are many, many strips anyway.

Put it in your backpack.

Thirty A-level rings.

Well, put it on.

Box weapons, with several essential attributes, can be used flexibly in battle.

Put these away too.

The backpack is full.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the stuffed backpack, and with some difficulty, he closed the zipper.Then he took a few steps back, showing a "you're done" expression.

I'm leaving.

Standing in his room, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

Don't know what kind of world you will go to?

The door was knocked at this time, it was a very careful and slow knocking sound.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the door and shouted in a moderate decibel voice, "Come in."

The visitor pushed open the door, and Irie came in holding the handrail.

The red-haired man with glasses stood motionless in the doorway.He stared deeply at Sawada Tsunayoshi, looking extraordinarily nervous.

"Boss, it's time." His expression was extremely solemn.

Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded: "Don't be nervous, Masaichi-kun."

"I will regularly contact the scientific research team to report the situation." The smile on his face looked kind and warm, "So please don't worry."

"I will definitely complete the task."

"Wait until I come back with good news."

The dull sound of shoes hitting the ground echoed in the empty corridor.

The voice was slow and rhythmic, and the falling footsteps were not too hard, but there was an inexplicable aura that made people want to surrender.

When the guard in the corridor heard the familiar footsteps, he quickly bent down at an almost vertical angle, and shouted respectfully: "Boss!"

Not far away, a slender young man came slowly.

Looking at his face alone, he was actually in his early 20s.She has fluffy slightly curly black hair, and has extremely handsome features, but for some reason, one of the eyes is wrapped in a bandage.

He was dressed in black, with a long coat over a black suit.And the red scarf around his neck became the only bright color on his body.

This is a very mature attire, coupled with his expressionless or even indifferent face, it makes this person even more oppressive.

It is no wonder that these subordinates will show both fear and reverence.

Osamu Dazai nodded slightly towards the guards who greeted him, and then walked past those who were still bowing, the hem of his coat fluttering slightly with his movements.

It wasn't until he walked through the dark corridor to his office that the man standing behind him and followed him silently all the way finally spoke: "Boss."

"Well, let's go back first, Chuya." Standing in front of the door, Osamu Dazai said softly, "There are still many things to do today, so you go and continue to deal with them first."

"Yes." The orange-haired man in the hat lowered his head and responded with lowered eyes.

The young incumbent leader of the port mafia stepped into his office overlooking most of Yokohama, and the orange-haired man standing at the door closed the door for him lightly.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and walked slowly towards the large French windows.

It was already the color of the curtain ending outside the window, the dark sky was spreading from top to bottom, and the few remaining rays of the setting sun were about to be swallowed up.

It's almost night.

"Boom-"

Suddenly there was a deafening sound of something falling on the ground behind him.

The nerves that had never been tired became more tense at that moment.Osamu Dazai quickly turned his head and looked behind him, only to see a person sitting slumped on the floor behind him.

It was a brown-haired youth who looked like a college student in loose sportswear, sports running shoes, and a black backpack behind his back.

At this time, the man was probably dizzy from the fall, and he was frowning slightly and rubbing his painful waist, and he was still muttering: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Then, as if he realized something, the man began to look at the environment he was in.

Until he turned his head and looked at Dazai Osamu who was standing by the window with an ugly face——

"That. Hi?" The young man kept sitting on the ground, tilting his head with an awkward smile.

"Boss!" He probably heard a loud noise from the office, and the dark red embossed double doors were quickly pushed open by the guards standing at the door.

However, they saw the man in black standing behind the desk with a displeased expression on his face: "Why?"

The guard, who was still holding a submachine gun in his hand and was ready to attack at any time, suddenly looked embarrassed. He quickly turned his gun down, bowed and apologized loudly: "I'm sorry! Boss! We thought you were in danger in the office!"

"I'm fine." The man responded lightly.

"Get out," he said.

"Yes." The guard responded respectfully, then stepped back and closed the door for him.

It wasn't until the door was completely closed that the black-haired man lowered his head, his voice without the slightest warmth: "Hey, come out."

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was forced to crouch under the desk, slowly crawled out.

"Are you here to kill me?" Standing opposite, the man who didn't look very easy to mess with asked blankly.

The voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind would blow away.

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had just experienced such an embarrassing scene in the world, immediately denied: "No, sir. It was an accident, please believe me."

Although I have come to a place where the level of technological development seems to be similar to my own world, and the language is also the same, but...

The opening game appeared out of nowhere, dropped in an office, and just happened to be bumped into or something, it was too terrible!

How to explain it!

But inexplicably felt that no matter how he explained, he couldn't fool the man across from him.

Super intuition suddenly affirmed his idea.

Kokichi Sawada:.

He had an urge to hug his head and cry.

He stood in front of the desk, looking carefully at the man in black who was sitting on the desk. He looked obedient and submissive, like a student who was being scolded by the teacher and made a mistake.

The man with a bandage wrapped around his left eye looked indifferent, "Does he have the ability to teleport over long distances?"

The man sized him up, then shook his head and murmured softly, "No, that's not right."

"What's your name?" He folded his hands and straightened his back.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi." Tsunayoshi replied honestly.Although his face looked quite calm, he was already flustered as if his heart would jump out in the next second.

The explanation is definitely not clear. To be honest, I traveled from another world, so I guess it will be regarded as mentally abnormal.

If it doesn't work, just stun this person in a while, and run out from here with the flames on.

Sawada Tsunayoshi cast his gaze to the large French windows to the side.

Going through the window might be a better idea.

The man with iris-colored narrow eyes narrowed his eyes slightly, and he pondered for a moment, "Well, then, Sawada-kun, may I ask what you came to this world for?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.

He suddenly seemed to be unable to understand the language, and he was stunned.

It wasn't until he petrified for an unknown period of time that his eyes widened, and even his pupils began to tremble.

".what?"

What episode did I miss?

Why have people been asking me this kind of question in just a few minutes since I first came to this world?

The head of the port mafia has recently had an assistant pop up on his side.

It was a male, not very old, like a freshman who had just walked out of a university campus.Looking at the face, it really doesn't have any deterrent effect, and it even reached the point of "amiable".

The original leader already had an assistant by his side, and the members of the organization were quite curious about this new assistant who appeared out of nowhere.

And in the office at this time——

Sawada Tsunayoshi was worrying about the pile of documents that could barely fit on a table.

"I said you—" He looked angrily at the man lying on the sofa playing a game console not far away, "Isn't it you who are the leader? Give me all the documents and so on. Is the world's 'assistant' review really good?"

He tried to struggle, but the man in pitch black just stared at the game console in his hand, and kept pressing the buttons on the console.

"Because you are from another world, I don't need to worry about information leakage." Osamu Dazai replied in a light and lazy voice.

He glanced at the young man with a disheveled face facing the high-hill document, and said quietly: "Aren't you walking with me in the world over there? This kind of work must be a small problem for you."

"Hurry up and read the documents, Tsunayoshi-kun." Dazai Osamu was still addicted to the game, and he lowered his head again: "After all, I can't get off work until you finish reviewing."

Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed in a low voice, resignedly opened the stool in front of the desk, and began to review today's documents.

He doesn't understand.

Why are these jobs on weekdays, but they still have to be squeezed so much after time travel?

Which step is wrong?

Sawada Tsunayoshi imitated Osamu Dazai's handwriting without tears, and signed the name "Osamu Dazai" at the bottom of each document.

An evil capitalist who bullies himself as a person from another world.

He didn't know where to go when he was suffering.

Tsunayoshi Sawada wrinkled his face while sorting out the documents, he glanced up at the man who was still slumped on the sofa, and quickly rolled his eyes at him.

Osamu Dazai was still staring at the game console, and said softly, "I saw it, Tsunayoshi-kun." He paused for a while, probably because the characters in the game had finally lost all their life points, so he simply put down the game console and asked Looking at him with one side of his cheek: "If you treat your boss like this, you will be fined to work overtime."

"This is not an example." A teasing smile finally appeared on his indifferent face.

".Yes." This time Gangji was honest.

This is the devil, ah, isn't it.

This man named "Osamu Dazai" is a devil!

Sawada Tsunayoshi was writing bitterly, but he was complaining crazily in his heart.

This is Tsunayoshi Sawada's first week in Yokohama.

Life has barely settled down.

This world has almost the same technological and cultural level as the world I was originally in, just like Japan in another parallel world.However, because the technology is too developed, I am now a "black householder" who doesn't even have an ID card.

Currently, the only place where I can find a job is temporarily only here——

The building complex standing along the port in Yokohama consists of five towering office buildings distributed in a regular pentagon.

At this time, he was walking out of the tallest building in the center of the five buildings with the most special appearance, carrying a briefcase.

Today's work is finally over, I have bowed my head to the file for too long, and even my neck is sore.

He rubbed his sore neck as he walked down the stairs.

Sawada Tsunayoshi did not expect that he would fall into an office with people just after traveling through the world.

That person not only discovered that he appeared out of thin air, but coincidentally, he was also the leader of a mafia organization.

As a result, before I talked with that guy for a while, my mission, identity, etc., were picked up by this overly smart man, and there was almost nothing left.

but--

"Is Sawada-kun looking for the power of 'the origin of the world'?" The man in black rarely showed a smile.

The meaning is unknown, but it is definitely not a kind smile.

This is the question I was asked when I just arrived in another world and was still negotiating with Osamu Dazai.

Tsunayoshi Sawada did not affirm, but he did not deny either.

He just stood opposite the man, kept a poker face, and said nothing.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't answer." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Since he came from another world, he must have some special ability." This is an affirmative sentence, as if he already knew it. .

"Let's make a deal." He stood up from his seat, pushed the seat behind him, and walked to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He raised his bandaged hand and pointed in the direction of Tsunayoshi Sawada with one finger: "You will be my assistant and work for the port mafia."

"And I, I can help you get the 'power of origin' and get in touch with the true meaning of this world."

The man's slightly upturned irises glanced at him, obviously there was no emotion in them, but they were inexplicably bewildered.

"Well, are you interested?" he asked.

The author has something to say: Happy National Day!Update in advance, the first ten comments will send red envelopes~

I have nothing to do during the day today, so I will add more depending on the situation. If there is, it will be around three o'clock in the afternoon.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!