"puff…"
The uncontrollable laughter came from Texas on the side.
"Hahahahahaha you... you two, ah, no, I have to share this with everyone in the public group later."
The unabashed laughter, and even the threat to spread the word, were obviously the words of a powerful angel.
But these reactions from others were obviously not worth the silence of the person involved.
When Omer silenced Lapland with one word, the cold and dangerous aloof mafia temperament was no longer there.
All that remains is the confused essence of a silly dog.
Chasing another wolf that wanders away from the group is also a sign of confusion. When she says she is just Texas and you say you are Lapland, just because you are paying attention to her does not mean you have found her. One's own future has established one's own place.
You have just recognized the essence of your struggle with her, but you still have to find the path you really should take.
And if you still stare at her closely, you will go astray.
You still haven't found your place, you're just using her as your anchor.
You no longer look so crazy, no longer so attached to all things Texas, no longer so 'sick'.
But the lesions will be hidden deeper.
You are still a confused wolf. Your independence is not because you have the qualifications to become a new king, but because you have no place to go...
Homare didn't look at the information this man revealed for a long time. He just raised his hand towards the kebabs on the table, as if to cover it up.
But the other party also leaned back at this moment, leaning on the back of the chair and asking with a somewhat free and easy attitude: "Tell me, what help do you want?"
"We haven't thought about it yet, you can ask Texas first." The little boy showed off his skewers and didn't want to continue talking.
Even if the second half of the work went surprisingly smoothly, so that the late-night snack session could be carried out before 12 o'clock, for a child's body, it is still long past time to go to bed.
You can grow taller if you go to bed early, right?
The energy consumption is so severe that I often go back and forth between the ages of 11 and 13.
It depends on eating and squinting.
"But there's something I shouldn't need to say." He turned back and pointed at the wine bottle next to her and Angel Angel with the iron stick, "You two can solve it on your own."
"Okay!" Angel Angel, who had already regained the joyful air from the previous laughter, shouted, somewhat like a street performer from Dayan.
"Little Omo, watch out! My sister Lei is capable of blowing a bottle with that ghost sir!"
"I'm watching." Omer expressed his distrust with a deadpan expression.
Then half an hour later, Omer poked the capable angel in the head with the back end of the iron stick:
"Hey, can you leave?"
"It must be... uh, able," the capable angel lying on the table groaned, "I am... an capable angel!"
"But you can't even return the GN sword to EXIA." After taking back the iron sign, little Omo had some trouble and had to pull this guy off the chair and prop him up.
The subtle height difference is the main obstacle to his mobility, but even so, it is not difficult, but rather a bit nostalgic.
I miss the time when he used this height to support an adult figure as tall as 1.83 meters. At this moment, he synchronized with his actions eight years ago. He stood in front of the car door and threw the ball in his hand with an extremely explosive throw. The guy who weighed eighty or ninety pounds got into the back seat of the car.
People who are already dizzy are not worthy of complaining about more serious dizziness. Even if they complain about being gentler to girls, it is meaningless. This is how Omo threw his adoptive father into the back seat of the car. This shows the difference between closeness and distance, and the difference between men and women. Everyone is treated equally here.
It can be said that he is a pioneer of equal rights in the new era.
"...Thank you for your hard work. Actually, I can just come."
Texas, who had just fastened Lapland's seat belt on the other side, was startled by the sudden attack of the powerful angel, but he still took advantage of the situation to straighten her body and put on the seat belt.
"It's okay, I'm used to it. It would be better to be more efficient." Omer said while standing by the car. He was about to transfer to the passenger seat, but saw a familiar face in strange clothes walking towards him.
"You have changed a lot, Mr. Linton."
"You haven't changed much, Mr. Giallo."
Giallo, Federico Giallo, codenamed Undertaker, is a Lateran like the Archangel, also known as the 'Angel'.
He and Omer had only one intersection, and that was in front of the sculpture exhibition hall.
During that operation, Omo worked with the team sent from Rhode Island, but he was 'bullied' fiercely and took on the positions of driver, intelligence agent, monster consultant, and captain at the same time.
The Undertaker is one of the members of the procession.
To be honest, in that operation, the enemy's combat power expanded so quickly that many team members did not get the opportunity to perform. However, he still got to know all the team members and gained the permission to peek into the permanent Rhode Island forum.
And learn more about the status of those team members and their recent status in the peek screen.
Among them, Undertaker, this silver-haired young man with a very 'male Bourbon' thinking circuit and a somewhat mechanical sense, seems to have been assigned to Rhode Island all the time. Therefore, he has been criticized by many employees of the Engineering Department and the Specialist of the Logistics Department. Worry about it.
Yes, according to the information collected by Omer, the appearance of the Undertaker seems to be highly consistent with the aesthetics of Rhode Island Company employees, so much so that there have been records of multiple colleagues of the opposite sex pursuing and showing love to him.
Even if they all end in failure, it does not prevent them from continuing to care about them.
After all, it’s not like the cold-faced cool guy would take the initiative to find a girlfriend. Everyone has failed, everyone is equal, and everyone might still have a chance!
But now, the cold-faced cool guy Omer saw has become even cooler.
Wearing an outfit that looks like a dress from a certain culture, even the black crystal-like narrow and sharp wings behind him are slightly expanded, and there is a weird mechanical drone suspended next to it.
A dark machine with a black halo suspended above it, with dark red lines spreading across its body, and a pair of mechanical arms holding the short scythe tightly in its hands. There are traces of dark red liquid on the scythe, making it more attractive than the angel's followers. Like Death's attendant.
The whole look is full of ominousness, which can attract the attention of other customers at the food stall not far away.
Some people even picked up their mobile phones and operated the terminal, as if they wanted to take pictures.
Logically speaking, Omer should run away at this time.
It would be easy for those people to take photos of him and put him in the frame. When the photos are displayed a few days later, they may not be impressed by the cold-faced cool guy who is handsome and gorgeously dressed, but instead show the child in the photos to others.
The gossip reporter's matter hasn't been settled yet, and the public relations assistant actually plans to go back and redo the contract with him later!
but now……
His eyes rested on the death-like drone scythe for a few seconds, and then he had to greet him: "What did you say in the car? This place is not suitable."
The dark red liquid on the sickle doesn't look like decoration at all.
"good."
Crisp and capable, although the Undertaker's speech also lacks ups and downs, at least the way he speaks is not mechanical.
Mechanized psychological activities and behavioral methods are actually very convenient at this time.
Of course, when he followed Omer's gesture and saw the sleeping Enchantress and Lapland leaning on the left and right sides of the carriage, and then saw Texas casting doubtful glances at him from the driver's seat, he The words still made Texas stunned.
He said: "Excuse me."
Looking at Texas's reaction, Omer was convinced that her impression of the Undertaker version was almost the same as her own.
"We are going back to Jiemen East District. If your destination is not nearby, you might as well keep the story short now."
"Okay, as you can see, I have returned from performing a mission. This mission was assigned by the bishop of the God's Blessing Music Class."
"After one group of targets was suppressed by me, I saw from their plan design that everyone from Penguin Logistics was also among the targets. I reported this to Dr. Rorschach, but he preferred that I inform him as soon as possible. Everyone, the explanation is complete.”
"I see…"
Looking at Texas, Omo finally understood why the last two orders suddenly went smoothly, and he felt a little more at ease.
"We should also thank you for helping us solve the problem."
"You're welcome, can I leave then?" he asked, glancing at the capable angel who was unconsciously tugging at the edge of his robe to wipe his mouth.
He seemed very eager to leave.
But considering his temperament, the reason for leaving in a hurry is more likely because he can't find a reason to stay.
"Of course, I believe there will be an apology from Remuel tomorrow."
"Understood, then..." He seemed to be remembering something, and then said in his calm tone, "I wish you all a good night."
After that, he got out of the car, along with his uncleaned drone.
Omer, who was left in the carriage, turned around and asked, "Has he taken any etiquette classes recently?"
"Maybe it was taught by the doctor." Texas said calmly.
"Anyway, you can relax a little."
"Is it that obvious?"
"You look unhappy all the time."
"Don't talk about people like killer whales, but are you sure that with these orders, your friend's city can really develop? What did he get those materials to trade for?"
"Technology, as well as ideas, cities that do not rely on the mafia are everywhere in this world, and their construction frameworks are far more complete than those of other countries and cities in my hometown. This is the wealth he dreams of."
"After hearing this, I really want to talk to your friend."
"He has already gone back, on the day he came to find me, but I can help you convey this idea."
"Then I'll trouble you, but before that, I have a merciless request."
Omo said, glancing at the light screen in mid-air.
There were message pop-ups popping up all the time. The first two were from Tachyon and Bourbon, and the rest were all meaningless re-reads from Akane.
【Can’t come back! 】
【Can’t come back! 】
【Can’t come back! 】
…
Are you asking for your life or seducing your soul?
"What?" Texas asked, activating the truck's operating mode.
"Can I spend the night at your place? I can sleep on the sofa or on the floor. I don't even have to go to bed early."
I still have to deal with the public relations assistant and talk to the super agent about the nodes of the new universe. I am obviously in the body of a child, but I can't go to bed early.
"Okay, I had planned to take those two drunkards home, and there is no shortage of bedding in the house."
"grateful."
Omer muttered and tapped the light screen, not to reply to the reread, but to prepare to duel with the public relations assistant in advance.
The reason why he didn't want to sleep for three days was because there were too many trivial matters that needed to be dealt with, and now he just wanted to get back on track.
But seven hours later.
When he covers his head with one hand, kicks his face with one foot, and is imprisoned by a too strong embrace, he can't help but think about where his trajectory is.
(End of chapter)
