Boss, do you have a card?

——Skill "Eye of Winter"

Target Limit: Unique (Green Name)

Skill Effect: Activate [3] new skills on the target.

[1] Long-distance coordinate positioning.

[2] Share [Snow Boy] operation authority within the time limit.

[3] Protective Ice Shield (0/1)

That's right, although the other self said that in front of Sakunosuke Oda, in fact, what the September Shelley version of the White House left on him was a friendly skill without any lethality.

That's weaving sweet work!It is the only pure land she can get in the gap between the black mud pools on both sides!How could you be willing to use bad skills on him, woo woo woo!

However, for the sake of the script, the other party has to be wronged to play the role of "hostage whose life is threatened".

The White House also considered for a long time in September before picking the one that felt most suitable from the system's long-page preparatory scripts.

It was impossible to follow Fyodor all the way to black, [Shelley] had to backstab him for a good reason.

Anyway!As long as she sets the main storyline early, she won't be afraid of being misled by script masters halfway!

A western restaurant.

The transition can be a bit abrupt.

No, this can't be blamed for the transition, but for Dazai Osamu, who was too eager to get out.

White House September·Ghost Edition sat alone on one side, facing Sakunosuke Oda and Osamu Dazai, and now she was waiting for them to order.

"Yang Taijun~ I want the boss's special lava-grade spicy crab pot that was free after eating last time!"

"Mr. Dazai, you didn't finish this last time, right? It's bad behavior to waste food."

"Don't worry, I have had a good special training when I go back, and I will definitely succeed this time!"

"Since you said that, Mr. Oda, are you still the same?"

"Yes."

"Okay~ One serving of heavy spicy curry - and this lady, what do you need?"

"..."

"Well, miss, do you want a menu...?"

"..."

"……Miss……?"

The inhuman pupils glanced at the waiter who was getting more and more disturbed.

"This lady can order the same as mine." Osamu Dazai broke the deadlock, put his hand on his chin and looked at Ming with a smile and said, "Is that okay, Miss Ming?"

Ming moved his gaze back, and his tone did not fluctuate: "I don't need human food."

Osamu Dazai pretended to be sad: "But Miss Ming, I used up a lot before, and I may not be able to support your free activities in the short term."

Oh yes, there is also the setting that using a large amount of magic power will make the contractor exhausted.

At that time, Claire was eating to weaken the physical influence on Mori Ogai, and the same was true for Fu's snacks-although they were not actually needed.

Although there seems to be a good reason, isn't it a bit too much for you to let the ghost princess eat super spicy meat and crab pot? !Just sitting in this store has a bit of a bad style of painting, okay?

The White House's desire to complain in September is about to come out again, but she is unmoved on the surface and doesn't give any face.

"You can't influence me."

"Then may I know what your usual food is, Miss Ming?"

"you do not need to know."

The waiter who stayed beside him became more and more awkward: "..."

Help!Either way is fine!Please hurry up and fix the menu!

It was Oda Sakunosuke who saved the waiter.

"Excuse me, please add another No. 3 signature set meal."

Facing Ming's sideways gaze, Oda Sakunosuke explained: "This package is quite popular, if you don't like it, just treat it as if I bought it."

There is no need to acquiesce.

The waiter was relieved, he gave Oda Sakunosuke a thankful expression, and then quickly returned to the back kitchen.

Although Mr. Oda and Mr. Dazai are regular customers here, the female guest they brought today is too strong, even from a distance, it will give people a sense of tension with stiff hands and feet.

Oda Sakunosuke originally thought that Mei would not be able to sit still in the store. She seemed to be the type who hated to hang out with the weak, but unexpectedly, Mei did not show any displeasure, and she was very uncomfortable with the people walking back and forth. Accepted well.

Gollum-

A fist-sized, iridescent ball rolled under their table.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but looked over.

A little girl in a skirt was standing timidly a few steps away from their table.

The little girl looked at the little ball at the black-haired woman's feet, then looked at the serious and indifferent face of the other party, repeated several times, the corners of her mouth subconsciously pursed, her two little hands were clenched in front of her body, and she stood motionless.

In an instant, time seemed to be stretched and slowed down the flow.

Osamu Dazai didn't move, he tilted his head and stared at the scene in front of him, and Sakunosuke Oda who was sitting on the side couldn't see his expression.

Although Mei helped them today, her attitude towards others could not be said to be friendly. Oda Sakunosuke didn't know Mei, nor did she know where her red line was, so naturally she would feel worried about the little girl at the moment.

Just when Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but wanted to stand up to help the girl pick it up, Dazai Osamu held down his leg that was struggling.

Then they heard another coherent "gurgling".

The rainbow ball was kicked back by the toe of the boot, and rolled right back in front of the little girl.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Ming with a little surprise.

The black-haired woman didn't pay attention to the girl who broke in by mistake, and ignored the girl's loud thank you words. She picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

"Put your eyes away, I'm not interested in weak cubs."

Oda Sakunosuke instinctively apologized.

The teacup falls.

"You don't seem worried at all."

Oda Sakunosuke paused for two seconds before he realized that the other party was talking to him. He thought for a while and said, "Is it about the imprint? In fact, I still have some worries. I adopted many children. Before they became adults, I was right My life matters."

After hearing Ming's warning, a suspect immediately appeared in his mind.

After all, during this period of time, the only new person I came into contact with was Shelley.

Thinking about it carefully, some of Shelley's reactions were indeed a bit strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time... However, Oda Sakunosuke thought that the matter might not be as serious as Mei said.

Although it is not something to be proud of, but as a former gold medal killer, his ability to perceive danger is very good, not to mention that he has the supernatural ability of "seamless clothes", which can be called a BUG.

At least so far, Oda Sakunosuke thinks that Shelley has no intention of killing him...Of course, it may be that the other party's acting skills are too good, so he contacted Dazai immediately.

"But I believe in Dazai, as long as he is around, nothing will happen to us." Oda Sakunosuke finally said.

"Odasaku! QAQ I will definitely work hard!"

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes with emotion.

White House September:  …

Okay, okay, it's almost done, the thousand-year-old fox should not act as a white lotus.

The waiter's setting interrupted Osamu Dazai's performance.

It was already half an hour before Osamu Dazai lingered to eat and drink enough (the extra spicy meat crab pot that was free of charge was still not finished in the end).

The whole food placed in front of Ming remained untouched.

White House Jiuyue watched sadly as Oda Sakunosuke asked the waiter to pack it into a box - Princess Ming didn't bother to eat these, but she wanted to eat them!

Since entering this vest, she has completely relied on (moon) photosynthesis, and she hasn't eaten anything at all!

Why box it!Just watching these two eat for a long time, does she not even have the right to hear it now? !

Although the reason is unknown, Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke are sensitive to the change in Ming's mood, and even the temperature in the store seems to have dropped a few degrees.

If you procrastinate any longer, you might really get angry.

Osamu Dazai stopped being a demon just enough, turned his head to look at the collar of Oda Sakunosuke, his friend buttoned his shirt to the top which is rare.

Recalling what Oda Sakunosuke said on the phone, his casual attitude gradually subsided.

"Okay, let's talk about the business now, but before we talk about anything else—" the black-haired young man smiled, "Miss Ming, you should tell us the real purpose of coming here, right?"

"Speaking of which, I still don't know what Shelley you want to achieve with the 'book'. As a contractor, I'm a bit disqualified."

"Huh? Do you want to know?"

"Having curiosity is the greatest advantage of human beings, and it can also be said to be a disadvantage. Even I cannot avoid it."

"What if I say 'I don't want to say'?"

"Of course I will respect your decision."

"Although it's interesting to see Fei Jia racking your brains every time you make a routine, but it's a bit boring if you do it too often~"

The blue-haired ghost who happened to be bored and wanted something to do sat across from Fyodor, resting his chin with both hands, as if chatting about family matters, "Okay, do you know "Book of Seals"?"

Fyodor paused while holding the coffee: "If you mean the magic book used by the goblin lady, well, I've heard of it a little bit."

This quiz game seemed to pique Shelley's interest: "Tell me how much do you know?"

Fyodor made a thoughtful look: "It is a magical item that can wake up the 'blackened' existence...it should be very important, and I don't know if there is more."

Wow, incredible.

In terms of intelligence collection, the White House really admired Fyodor in September.

"The Book of Seals" has appeared twice in this world, the first time is in the cinema, and the second time is in the Mafia building at the port. No matter which time, the White House believes that Mori Ogai will definitely finish the work in September. It is even more impossible for the members of the detective agency to speak out, but under such a closed situation, Fyodor can still know the existence of the "Sealed Book", which shows how deep his nails are.

Shelley clapped his hands: "Very well, except for 'very important', everything else is completely wrong."

Fyodor was not angry, but smiled and said, "Can Shelley tell me what it is for?"

"If you beg me~"

"Well, please, please, Shelley."

Snapped.

A snowball the size of a ball hit Fyodor on the shoulder.

The little snowman in the pointed velvet hat floated in the air with his arms akimbo unhappy, and the little snowman with the bow next to it shook his head with a face full of "rotten wood can't be carved", looking at Fyodor and sighing.

The blue-haired ghost blinked: "Look, even these two kids think you're not sincere enough."

Fyodor: "..."

Then Fyodor sincerely repeated "Please".

Shelley was finally satisfied.

"The "Book of Seals" is not something that belongs to the goblin. Its owner is a woman who has completely broken away from the concept of humans. No, it should be said that every owner of it is a human being, and the possession of it makes those who People are gradually breaking away from the human concept, no one knows how they took over, and no one knows their real names, they only have one title-"

Shelley put up a finger on his lips: "—the curator."

"By the way, this new director is my least favorite."

Fyodor made a listening gesture: "Your world sounds really interesting."

Of course it's a lie, this kind of world full of anomalies is simply terrible.

"It is said that the "Book of Seals" is a magic item created by the first curator. At first, its ability was just to seal, and it was used to help the guy collect all kinds of races with precious bloodlines. However, he was defeated by the second curator because of his evil deeds. The "Sealed Book" was inherited by the second term. After that, the task of all the curators was to take care of this "Sealed Book", and repeatedly strengthened its power, and even gave it its own will, with a connection The power of time and space."

"Supposedly?"

Shelley glanced at Fyodor: "For us, that's also legendary."

"No one knows how many monsters capable of destroying the world are sealed in the "Book of Seals", but there is a limit to the endurance of a magic item."

Fyodor easily guessed the following: "Where there is oppression, there is resistance. In this case, it is easy for dangerous elements to riot."

"Yes, but in the end it was suppressed by that curator, but the change is inevitable." Shelley deepened his smile, "The "Sealed Book" was divided into two, one half is still guarded by the curator, while the other half is It has become a prison for monsters, and will be suppressed in the abyss forever, and the only drawback is that there will always be some bad things leaking to the ground."

"The victory of the brave over the dragon is the established outcome."

Fyodor is becoming more and more interested in this story. He has always wondered what the dark energy in Claire's body is. It can affect the mind and strengthen the strength. Now it seems that it may come from the abyss thing.

Fyodor easily picks out the point from Shelley's narrative: "So you're interested in the other half of The Sealed Book?"

Shelley smiled all over her face: "The separated "Book of Seals" has become two different entities. Since one of them can have an owner, why can't the other one?"

Fyodor returned to the original topic: "But the "Book of Seals" and the 'book' are two objects after all, um, is there any connection between the two?"

"The "Book of Monsters" is damaged, and the position necessary for the contract was damaged by some curator. It must be repaired with materials from the same source—someone told me that I can find what I want here. "

Shelley showed a contented expression of "I don't need to explain it anymore".

homologous material...

Fyodor was lost in thought.

Although the existence of the "book" is not an absolute secret, the origin of the "book" is confusing, and there is no definite statement. He originally thought that it was made by the supernatural technicians in the supernatural war in Europe, but after careful consideration, no one can prove this. What is the raw material for making the 'book'? Is this supernatural item that can subvert the world really created out of thin air?

Fyodor paused, and suddenly turned off the topic and asked, "May I ask Shelley where you know this?"

Shelley raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

Fyodor said euphemistically: "Since it is a legend, under normal circumstances, the origin and logic are not so clear."

Shelley stared at Fyodor.

Fyodor let her watch without changing his expression.

Shelley smiled and scratched a crack in the leather sofa with his nails in Fyodor's sight.

"The rest is the content that needs to be paid. Even my contractors can't go whoring for nothing."