[Comprehensive] Save the world is not up to the standard

The sound of the wind outside the house is mixed with the sound of rain, beating the ground frantically, but the house is quiet and peaceful, filled with the faint aroma of coffee.

But Reborn didn't relax, because he suddenly felt a familiar flame wave.

There is no mistake, this wave of fluctuations belongs to his old friend, the deadly flame of Timoteo, the ninth generation of Peng Lie.

It looks like Timoteo must be in trouble.

Reborn was quite sure about his friend's character.

Although he is the leader of a famous mafia family, his attitude towards civilians is unexpectedly gentle. He is a representative of the dovish faction. If it is not an emergency, he will never use the deadly flames with huge lethality in residential areas.

Sure enough, shortly after the aftermath of the battle subsided, there was a knock on the door of his room.

He put down his coffee and said, "Please come in."

After getting his permission, the brown-haired middle-aged man just pushed open the door, and stepped into the room in a rather embarrassing rain suit.

This made Reborn, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, frown, so he reminded: "The towel is on your left."

"Yes." Timoteo tolerantly expressed his understanding of his little problem, took off the dry towel, and handed it to another person, "Can I wipe it myself?"

Following his movements, Reborn looked at the people behind Timoteo.

It was a slender black-haired girl.She kept her head down, and from Reborn's perspective, she could only see her bangs that were wet and tightly attached to her forehead.

She silently took the towel from Timoteo and wiped her hair one by one.

"The civilians you saved?" Reborn raised his eyebrows, this is not impossible for Timoteo.

"No." Timoteo turned his head and said softly, "World, say hello to Reborn."

Japanese?Japanese?

Reborn is proficient in many languages, including Japanese, so he immediately recognized the other party's nationality.

Only then did the world look up, and as he guessed, it was a beautiful and slender oriental girl.She has the same black hair and black eyes as him, but her temperament is very different.

The girl looked at Reborn curiously but cautiously, as if evaluating whether he was reliable or not.

She looks very young, about eleven or twelve years old, but considering the ambiguity of the appearance age of Asians, Reborn can't draw conclusions rashly.

So despite the world's misbehavior, Reborn thought he should show due courtesy and patience.

She was just a child after all.

Reborn waited patiently for the world, and at the same time he didn't ignore Timoteo's pitiful and worried gaze.

After the evaluation, as if he had reached a trustworthy conclusion, the world showed a relaxed and shy smile: "Good evening, sir, I am the world of the age of gods."

"Hi, I'm Reborn." Even with a little girl, his courtesy was impeccable. "Need a cup of hot cocoa? Or milk?"

Timoteo replied in her place: "Thank you warm milk."

The world widened its eyes in surprise, and then opened its mouth to protest—but was quickly stopped by Timoteo: "You were frightened and drenched in the rain just now, a glass of warm milk is the best choice."

"I think Timoteo is right."

"Well... since Mr. Reborn said so too." The little girl sighed in disappointment.

Sensing Timoteo's wink, Reborn said, "There's fresh milk in the kitchen locker, maybe you can heat it yourself?"

The world didn't agree immediately, but looked at Timoteo inquiringly, and didn't walk into the kitchen until he got a positive look from the other side.

"A very obedient child." Reborn said lazily, "But you asked me for a mission today, right? Why do you have a little tail?"

"She's not an oil bottle." Timoteo put his hands under his chin with a serious expression, "Actually, the world is your mission target this time."

Reborn was slightly surprised, recalling the girl's vain footsteps and her delicate body, that was by no means what a combatant should have: "That's just a simple child."

"Yes." Timoteo lowered his voice, "I want to entrust you to protect her this time."

Reborn sneered: "This is not a shelter for me."

"But the person I trust the most right now is you."

"Where's your guardian?"

"Reborn," Timoteo said with a hint of anxiety in his expression, "The father of the world is my good friend, but he died not long ago due to the assassination of a group of people. This is his only daughter, and I must protect her well."

"Touching friendship," Reborn admired, but his tone was so calm that it was almost indifferent, "but what does it have to do with me?"

Timoteo, who knows Reborn's indifferent character, can only show his cards: "Her father is an alchemist, and the world is very talented in alchemy."

He pointedly said: "I remember that your cock seems to be unable to bear the pressure of your heat, right?"

Reborn said indifferently: "I don't think an eleven or twelve-year-old kid can make much difference, even if her father is Jindai Yuhei."

"You told me never to underestimate anyone. World is 14 years old this year, but he is already a top-notch alchemist."

"But Timoteo, my dear friend." Reborn said calmly, "From the beginning to the end, you never said what kind of forces her father provoked."

Timoteo whispered: "Mondry and Acinlier."

"As expected of a master alchemist, the forces he offended are also top-notch." Reborn commented harshly.

"The world doesn't know the news of her father's death yet, and thinks it's just a temporary separation to avoid the limelight as before." Timoteo looked a little sad, "No matter what I need to do, Reborn, I hope you can bless this poor child."

"I hate trouble."

"but……"

"Mr. Reborn!" The girl's sweet voice sounded at the door, "Is this yours?"

The two turned their heads at the same time, only to see Shi Shi holding a gun in his hand, which was exactly the one that Reborn kept on the dining table.

"The world doesn't know who I am," Timoteo reminded in a low voice.

Reborn didn't bother to cooperate with him in acting, and simply admitted: "Yes, I'm a cleaner."

Cleaners, guns, Sicily, a hotbed of crime.

After realizing Reborn's true identity, the world's expression didn't show much fear, but became more curious.

This reaction was very different from what the two of them expected.A little girl who looks so cute and quiet, actually has no fear of the killer industry?

"I'm discussing with Reborn about your accommodation during this period." Timoteo said kindly, "If you don't want to, you can ask."

The world shook his head, and said obediently: "I will listen to you."

"Of course these things depend on your own wishes."

Reborn watched Timoteo make his own plans for the future with cold eyes, and said indifferently: "It's really more and more like a boss to make a decision without the consent of the person concerned."

"Reborn," Timoteo said awkwardly, "the attack just now was aimed at this child, and there will be many such attacks...I'm still not sure who the rat in Pengelei is."

"It's not that you're not sure, but that you don't want to believe it." Reborn said with a hint of sarcasm, "You're still as weak as before."

Timoteo didn't deny it, he sighed and looked at the world worriedly.

World, who was fiddling with guns, noticed Reborn's gaze and smiled at him.

The beautiful girl has a bright and bright smile like the afternoon sunshine of Meng Huada, which makes people feel happy after seeing it.

She only knows a little bit of Italian, so she still doesn't know the situation: "I will design the most perfect equipment for you! We can rob the rich and give to the poor, punish the evil and promote the good!"

Reborn raised his eyebrows, the idea sounded like a movie fanatic.

"No, he—"

"I think Miss, you may have misunderstood the meaning of the cleaner." Reborn said, "Let me introduce again, my name is Reborn, and I am a freelance killer."

"Killer?"

"Yes." Reborn slightly hooked his lips, "If you want to get my protection, I hope you can show your value as a collaborator."

He said this sentence in Japanese.

"Uncle Timoteo said that your equipment can't withstand the excessive heat pressure—please leave this kind of matter to me."

"Okay, how long does it take to improve the equipment?"

"Within a week, sir."

"Then the inspection period should be limited to one week."

Such a sudden change in the situation made Timoteo unable to react in time. He said in surprise, "Since when have you been so easy to talk about?"

Reborn didn't answer him directly, but thoughtfully said: "Tomorrow at the latest, I have to move."

"Sorry, I'm the one who caused you to expose your position."

Reborn quickly stretched his brows and said casually: "It's okay, if they dare to come to the door."

"You should still be careful." Timoteo warned, "She's still young."

Reborn looked at the girl's profile and said in a low voice, "But she will always grow up."

-

The next morning.

The world lying on the dining table looked at Reborn packing his luggage in an orderly manner, and asked, "Reborn, where are we going? Traveling?"

Reborn said succinctly, "Moving."

"Oh—" The world agreed with a drawn-out tone, and there was no more to say.

This made Reborn take another look at her, and saw the girl jump off the chair and start packing her few luggage neatly.

The situation that the eldest lady was in a hurry did not appear as expected, which made him feel better.

"You just need to look after Len."

"Is it Leon?" Shi Shi pointed to the chameleon lying on the table.

"Well, it's my old buddy."

Such an intimate argument made the world a little dissatisfied, so she emphasized: "I will be your most reliable companion in the future!"

Reborn's voice was deep and charming, but the words he said were extremely cold: "But my dear, killers don't need companions."

Unexpectedly, he would answer like this, the little girl looked surprised.

"Remember this, it's good for you and me."

"Oh—" is still a perfunctory response drawn out.The little girl who was treated so coldly withered like an eggplant beaten by frost.

He had no interest in the psychological activities of a little girl, so he turned his eyes away in the next second.

-

It should be said that the world of Age of Gods is indeed very worry-free for girls.Regular living habits, excellent etiquette, and docile personality are all rare and excellent qualities for a cohabitant.

However, due to professional habits, Reborn still feels uncomfortable with the strange feeling of someone quietly intruding into his living space.

The vibrant plants on the window sill, the small blackboard at the door recording daily life, the black coffee whose taste is getting closer and closer to his... Is this the life a killer should have?

"Coffee, no sugar."

"Yes, sir."

He had only belatedly realized this after this conversation one morning.

"This situation cannot continue."