The random me and Dazai HE with the ability

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In the small room, there is beautiful and lyrical piano music, the lines are mellow and long, but the friendly and natural tone is full of romantic and bumpy emotions.

Fyodor D wears a shaggy Cossack hat with a bill that hangs down over his ears.He held an exquisite ceramic teacup in his hand, and let Ivan Goncharov, who stood aside with a sickly flush on his face, make black tea for him, "Is it Tchaikovsky's piano piece again?"

"Yes, my lord." Ivan Goncharov hummed a few words softly in the melodious piano music, with a sick and satisfied smile.

Fyodor D took a sip of the steaming black tea, listened to the voice from the earphone hidden under the hat, and put down the ceramic teacup casually, with a smile, "Ivan, go and open the door, Here comes our guest."

"Yes, my lord." Ivan Goncharov replied softly.With a smile on his face, he became calm and elegant, as if he was no different from Fyodor sitting in the room.

He opened the door, bowed his head and welcomed the woman standing outside the door.

A tall woman with blond hair and brown eyes walked in carelessly from the door, holding her coat in her hand, and sat down directly opposite Fyodor D with her legs crossed.

"Hello." She looked at Fyodor D's height, which was no different from her own, and then glanced at his sickly handsome face like a nobleman, showing a hearty smile, "What type of woman do you like? ①"

Fyodor D's expression was normal, as if he hadn't heard the question at all, or in other words, he had expected the question he was facing now.He nodded as a greeting, "99 Sang."

"Hey~ What a boring man." 99 Yuki pushed back his blond hair and sighed regretfully.

She moved her legs and adjusted her sitting posture, "I don't know what you asked Fujiwara to tell me to come here... What are you going to talk about?"

The news that the two future elites in the conjuration world were about to defect frightened those high-level officials. As soon as they got the news, they made a series of calls to themselves in Tokyo and sent countless conjurers to chase and intercept them. They must escape by themselves. Take back the astral body.

But who is she 99 Yuki?She is a self-proclaimed unreliable freelance conjurer!

In her opinion, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie could safely return to the college because they must have placed the astral body properly.She didn't want to go out of her way to retrieve the astral body.And...there is not necessarily only one astral body.

Therefore, when she just stepped out of the gate where she was summoned, she came decisively when faced with Fujiwara's vague invitation.

Looking at the calm face in front of her, 99 Youji suddenly laughed out loud, "You know I will definitely come here." She said this sentence with great certainty.

Fyodor also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and took another sip of the mellow and rich black tea with a smile, "I'm just inviting like-minded people."

"Oh? Like-minded?" 99 Youji became interested, "—for example?"

"For example, I know that Jiujiu-san's ideal...cough,...is to create a world that does not produce spell spirits." Fyodor coughed weakly and finished the sentence intermittently.

99 You Ji raised his eyebrows, "As far as I know, you are not a magician, are you?"

"Different routes lead to the same goal." He laughed.

"My purpose is to create a world where there are no supernatural beings."

Seeing that 99 Yuki still had doubts, Fyodor began to induce her premeditatedly, "The curse spirit is a curse produced by human negative emotions, which is a natural evil of human beings."

99 Youji nodded, expressing deep sympathy.

Fyodor continued patiently, "Human beings are a selfish and greedy species. They have sinned deeply but don't know it."

99 Youji frowned and said emphatically, "Is it a magician?"

"Yes, it's not a magician." Fyodor hooked his lips, "Ordinary people who are not magicians, even unarmed children, will have negative emotions and form magic spirits. And those who hold murder weapons" Ordinary people' will even have evil thoughts because of their own strength." He looked at 99 Youji's thoughtful expression, and emphasized again, "It's like a supernatural being."

"After having the ability to satisfy their selfish desires, they will only have greater selfish desires-human desire|desires are endless."

"Therefore." Fyodor concluded, "Compared with ordinary people, compared with those other non-magic masters, the spell spirits they produce are more and more powerful."

"So... what do you want me to do?" 99 Yuki agreed with his theory, but still didn't understand the reason why the famous devil called him here.Is it really just discussing ideal common ground?

Fyodor picked up the ceramic teacup again, with a faint smile hidden behind the cup, "99-san doesn't need to do anything else." He took a sip of the black tea, "Just wait until the night of the full moon in two days. There's no use for your body anymore—you just need to go to Yokohama again."

"Other things, I have entrusted Fujiwara-kun to arrange." Fyodor chuckled.

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Francis Fitzgerald and the president of the detective agency sat face to face on the sofa in the conference room, with their subordinates standing behind them, as if they were fighting against each other.

Fitzgerald signaled his subordinates to put a suitcase on the solid wood table between them, covered his mouth and yawned big, then said casually, "...Well, I'm really rude."

Fitzgerald seemed to have no reaction when he faced the people with staring eyes across the sofa, "I heard that the members of your club are the gatekeepers of the soul world." He opened his suitcase, revealing piles of dollar bills, "I want to make a commission for your company—Let Yui Ayase take us into the Soul Realm."

Unmoved, the president shook his head and refused, "This is not the business of our armed detective agency."

"What? Is it too little?" Fitzgerald interrupted him, as if he had expected it, and asked the subordinates behind him to bring up a suitcase full of US dollar bills again, and gestured, "Then plus what about this?"

"This is a personal matter belonging to the members, and the Armed Detective Agency will not interfere."

"Hey, is that so?" Fitzgerald repeated with a meaningful smile, "Does the Armed Detective Agency really not interfere in the personal affairs of its members?"

Standing behind the president, Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, heard what he meant, and interjected emphatically, "Except for members who are in danger~"

"Really?" Fitzgerald was still smiling. The man standing behind him with black curly hair hanging down to his waist pinched his hands impatiently. His face was full of sleepiness. Unable to rest at all, he murmured and complained slightly, "...why isn't work over yet?"

Fitzgerald, as his boss, not only didn't say anything about the speech, but turned his head slightly, and smiled at him, "Lovecraft, you can go home first after that matter is over. Go to sleep."

The black-haired man called Lovecraft's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded quickly, "Okay."

Seeing that Lovecraft agreed, Fitzgerald nodded, motioning for another subordinate to pick up the suitcase full of US dollar bills, stood up, as if casually mentioning, "I heard that the aliens in this city All capable organizations need to hold a license to open a business with abilities?" He turned around and looked at the president, "How about it? Is that for sale?"

"Not for sale." The president replied coldly, holding his samurai sword in both hands.

Fitzgerald looked regretful, "What a pity." You missed your last chance.

He turned and left directly with his subordinates, the fine wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were stretched out, exuding a pleasant atmosphere from inside to outside.

It was getting dark, and lights were lit up everywhere in the bustling city. Neon lights interlaced and flickered on the streets. The street lights were bright, but there were few pedestrians on the road, only a few sporadic cars speeding past from time to time.

Fitzgerald turned his head slightly and said to Lovecraft, "You stay here." After saying this, he took another subordinate to the place where the helicopter they took when they arrived in Yokohama was parked .

Lovecraft looked sleepy, yawned, and turned around.

In front of him was the building where the Armed Detective Agency was located. The shadows of the trees reflected on the wall under the light, swaying with the wind.

Lovecraft activated his ability, and countless octopus-like tentacles appeared behind him. The horror and crazy touch followed like shadows, like sticky and indescribable malice.

"—Ability, "Old Ruler"! "

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① "What type of woman do you like?" is the catchphrase of 99 Yuki in "Spells Back to War"