"What are you and the Angels planning to make Omo come to me for help?"
"I'm still thinking about how to speak, but I'll be questioned by you first. I haven't seen this situation for a long time, Texas."
Lapland, who was walking in front, looked back in surprise.
"Linton is already worthy of your active concern? Are you really a young boy or a shotacon?"
The bad guy who uses the words he saw in the chat history not long ago does have excellent adaptability.
But she also has the right to refuse to adapt, just like the title she is chanting at this moment.
Texas, this is a surname and a code name.
For the Angels and the others, being called by code names is a job requirement and a habit.
But now I am also trying to change my habit of calling each other by my real name outside of work, which is much more unfamiliar than the code name.
LaPland, who has no real job demands, deserves better, but she'll still call Texas Texas.
Although Texas is a surname, it is also a title with extraordinary meaning. Its compound meaning constitutes the Texas in Lapland's eyes.
Lapland is the opposite.
Everyone calls Lappland by his real name. Lappland is a given name. It is a surname that abandons the family name and only represents Lapland's own code name and title.
Every time I am called, it is a wake-up call from the outside world.
Alert she is Lapland.
After the ore disease was cured, in this land lacking decent gangsters, she followed the footsteps of Texas, but for a moment she lost the goal of life.
It was only for a moment.
Because this name, this title, can remind her of her original self.
She is Laplander.
The peaceful land cannot assimilate her, and the peaceful land cannot corrupt her. She walks in this civilized jungle with the same wildness as the wilderness, like an untamed wolf.
Far more pure than the beast master from the desolate land in the shadow beside her.
In contrast, Texas, which she was always looking at, took that wildness even further and molded it into another form.
"It's hard for me to imagine the reasons that would make him ask me for help." She responded to Lapland's joking and almost insulting words, her tone as calm as an AI student discussing her graduation thesis.
There is no sharpness at all, like a stone whose edges have been blunted by reality.
Seeing this, Lapland was not angry, but said in his usual provocative tone:
"Then you really understand him."
"Don't you know him?" Texas said lightly, "He saved you, didn't he?"
"What kind of logic is it that you have to understand after being rescued? You're not going to lose your mind, Texas."
"You won't fail to investigate the guy who piques your interest." Chelenina just said calmly.
"And during that gospel class DJ performance, many people really got to know him."
"That's true."
Lapland had to admit that as long as he witnessed the mad demon directing everything in front of the DJ booth, anyone with a heart could gain something.
That was a young man who always covered himself tightly in front of others, and rarely showed a corner of his heart to others.
And after witnessing that corner, Lapland was able to become more convinced of his conjecture.
He is crazier than himself, more indifferent than Mostima, and more natural than Texas. At first glance, he looks like the same kind, but in reality, he is more twisted. He is worthy of the title of 'monster'.
Perhaps only this world can breed such extremely weird existences.
It is true that it is not uncommon to have both deep-seated distortions and suppressed and distorted rationality, and it can even be said to be common.
Everywhere.
In peaceful times and societies governed by the rule of law, there are many people like this who appear to be ordinary people, but in their hearts contain dark, evil, dirty, and obscene thoughts.
Good and evil always coexist in people, and there are many people in the world who control their inner darkness and pretend to be good people in society.
What is really surprising is not this inner structure, but the degree of distortion that can tolerate and control monsters, and the rationality that transcends it.
The circumstances that fostered this darkness were absolutely extraordinary.
And the same.
The perseverance to suppress this darkness is even more incredible.
Seeing such pure Lapland, he would always pay attention to Omo even though they lacked enough interaction with each other.
Otherwise, with her temperament that only sees Texas and other things besides Texas, she would never be invited to join the 'Omo 80 Group'.
Although they had the experience of working together and were even rescued by Omer, they didn't have many interactions with them other than that.
It's far from 'prank? Add me! 'The level of enthusiasm.
Omer was still a little confused, but Texas understood everything.
After all, she and Lapland were not only old acquaintances, but also enemies and friends.
The person who knows you best is not only your best friend, but also your old enemy.
Whether Lapland can occupy the former position is hard to say.
After all, Texas is the most protagonist of the story in Penguin Logistics, and can also be regarded as the woman at the core of the relationship network. There are really many 'girlfriends'.
Even in terms of seniority, the female head of the Rossetti family can compete with Lapland.
But if it comes to the latter, Lapland can step forward without hesitation:
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So when Lapland was still planning to test something, Texas took the lead and caught Lapland off guard by talking about the young colleague he had just picked up.
The latter's fingers that were playing with the miniature goods paused: "That guy is really interesting. I have never seen that kind of guy in the previous land."
"So I would like to remind you that the way to make friends should be more normal," Texas said coldly. This time it was no longer a habitual expression, but she really couldn't put on a good face. "Can I tolerate your temper?" There aren’t many people there.”
She counts as one, Lapland's father counts as one, the doctor from Rhode Island counts as one, and a certain lady from my hometown counts as one. In addition to that——
Then it was gone.
Lapland didn't have many friends even on Rhodes Island, where there were so many strange people.
Even the members of Penguin Logistics inevitably see and interact with them often just because they live in Texas, and they are forced to develop some friendships.
Lemuel, an angel with a passion as bright as her hair, was able to take her along with her when doing things—
——Looks like a bit of a good friend, but if you really want to face Lapland's true nature, Angel is not that interesting.
"Really, I think that guy doesn't matter," Lapland said habitually, "He is similar to the doctor from Rhode Island in a certain sense."
"If you think so." Texas also gave up habitually.
Anyway, this guy is not well-disciplined, and similar examples are not repeated once or twice. She just hopes that the other person can have one more friend besides herself.
Just like I once saw a radical emoticon posted by Croissant in a group: I can’t be your XX, XX, XX and XXX forever.
Although it wasn't to that extent, Lapland had been bothering her more and more recently.
It was rare to see anyone today. She didn't expect the other person to be normal, but at least she had a lot of decent friends.
Don't always know a guy like Zaro (the beast master in the shadow) who is hard to explain.
"You've almost changed the subject. Why don't you consider explaining the commissions you received yesterday?" Lapland said, throwing away the things in his hands.
"Death Monia, Dallas, Vampire Balls," Lapland said as if they were his own knowledge, "No wonder you would come up with the outfit Rossetti prepared for you if you gave me such a thing. Aren't you excited? That guy Omer doesn’t mind the smell of your feet, either?”
"...Did Omer tell you?" Texas, who selectively ignored the last sentence, had a twitching expression, but he still exposed the other party's behavior of pretending to be an academic.
"Ha, guess what? The network in this world is quite developed, and there are many image recognition engines."
"It seems that it was Omer who said it."
——
"..." Inside the room, the boy who was cooking rice suddenly raised his head and stopped, restraining the desire to sneeze with supreme perseverance.
"What's wrong? Do you want Sister Lei to feed you!!"
"Is your surname Lei?"
Although his body has become smaller, his small mouth is still not very friendly. Little Omer looked suspicious.
"I just got a little backlash, and I guess it's time for Texas to be questioned by LaPlander."
"Huh? What did you do?"
"I should ask her what she did. She let Lapland in to torture me. I can also let Lapland go find her."
(End of chapter)
