Conan's winery play house

Facing Bourbon's inquiry, Ireland's expression was a little weird, and that mature and intimidating face clearly revealed that there was something hidden about this matter.

But he didn't answer Bourbon's question.

Bourbon raised his eyebrows, and his eyes wandered to Avek Lear who was on the side.

"Tell me where Tequila went." He asked simply and bluntly.

It was easier to get the answer from Aveklear than from Ireland.

After all... As long as the other party is still immersed in this absurd game of playing house, Evic Lear will never reject the so-called family.

The fact is just as he thought.

Ireland was unwilling to tell Bourbon about it, but Evic Lear had no intention of hiding it.

When Bourbon asked this question, he smoothly told the other party the answer.

"Uncle Tequila is receiving treatment in an underground laboratory." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy said with a lonely smile.

There was lingering frustration and bewilderment in his brows and eyes, and he said in an ignorant, aggrieved and puzzled tone: "Uncle Tequila wanted to escape, and when I got home, I saw him lying in the yard, There were many bear traps on his body, and he was bleeding a lot, so I took him home and treated his wounds..."

"After treating the wound on his body, I punished him because of his escape." The two diametrically opposed qualities of gentleness and cruelty are vividly reflected in him.

But he himself lowered his eyes unconsciously, and his slender, frost-colored eyelashes seemed to be filled with falling snowflakes.

"He can't leave mine, it's wrong to run away, and you should be punished for doing something wrong."

"But why did he want to leave me?" He looked up suddenly, staring at Bourbon and Ireland with puzzled and curious eyes.

this question...

Bourbon looked away subtly, and put his hands in front of his mouth to cover the lower half of his face.

What should I say...

Avik Lear like this...

If he were Tequila, he would want to run too.

But thinking and acting are two different things. With Evik Lear's ability, he can't escape even if he wants to.

For Bourbon, there are many ways for him to live a hundred times better than Kira without running.

However, Tequila has no brains, and he doesn't even think about how to improve his life in a bad environment, and only wants to run away.

"It's Tequila's fault." Ireland said firmly after being silent for a while.

Bourbon sneered secretly.

The appearance of Ireland coaxing children is really funny and ridiculous.

"But...be gentler next time." Ireland's tone was complicated.

It would be bad if Tequila was accidentally killed, or left with some serious injuries that could not be healed.

The smell of blood in the air has long been replaced by the rich fragrance of flowers, and the floor is clean enough to reflect slightly blurred figures.

The bloody traps in the yard were also collected by Robert, cleaned and put on the coffee table.

The white-haired, dark-skinned man stood up holding the trap, with a casual attitude as if he was not worried about being hurt by the trap: "I'm going to rearrange it, remember to prepare dinner."

"Thank you, Robert, for preparing dinner for four people, as well as food for white jade rolls." Aituo said to Robert while looking at the figure setting up new traps in the yard.

"By the way, there won't be any sequelae from Tequila, right?" Ireland asked as if thinking of something suddenly, looking at the young man with proving eyes.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy seemed not expecting the other party to ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly showed a soft and innocent smile, with a slightly curious tone: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"Is Uncle Ireland and Uncle Tequila on good terms? So you are worried about him?" He asked as if he was simply curious about the relationship between Ireland and Tequila.

As if inadvertently, he lowered his eyes, as if through layers of obstacles, he saw the figure in the laboratory below.

The seeming coldness made Ireland a little confused.

He looked around, the windows were wide open and the curtains were blowing in the wind.

Maybe the wind is a little cold?
"No, I've only been on two missions with him." Ireland shook his head, clearing his relationship with Tequila.

He doesn't like to hang out with people, and he doesn't like to be said to have a particularly good relationship with anyone, except for Pisco and Evic Lear.

"It's just the caring between colleagues. It's different to lose one base wine and one ordinary code member." Ireland said in a deep tone, meaning.

Ordinary code names will not cause excessive competition, but the code name of the base wine... will attract many people's contention.

If this Tequila dies, the other party will have no siblings or children, so it is inevitable to choose a new member to inherit the code name.

In this way, the young people of the organization will be lively for a long time.

"I see." Aito nodded.

"Don't worry, Uncle Tequila won't have any sequelae." He answered Ireland's question with a cute and docile smile.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ireland feels...

Avik Lear seems to have some regrets?
He watched the boy intently, but couldn't see anything.

Soft and innocent as if there were no dead ends, he rested his head on his chest without vigilance, his eyes full of trust and dependence.

Almost everyone who sees each other like this will have an idea——

He believes in Ireland, depends on Ireland, and cannot leave Ireland.

Ireland briefly lost its language ability in front of such Aviclear.

In the end, he just stretched out his hand, stroked the boy's hair restrainedly, and suppressed thousands of thoughts.

"Is the meal ready?" Bourbon finally came back, his sleeves on both sides rolled up, revealing his muscular arms, with a lingering but attractive bad boy aura all over his body.

"It seems to be all right." He glanced at the kitchen, smiled inexplicably, and asked himself.

Robert cooperated and brought out the prepared dishes.

The three sat down at the dining table.

"It seems that Bai Yujuan doesn't want to come out for dinner today..." Ai Tuo looked at the empty place specially prepared for Bai Yujuan, and lowered his eyes.

Keeping a pet is something that requires a lot of care.

Especially if the pet once belonged to someone else.

He needs to do better to make Bai Yujuan forget Brother Tou.

"I'll bring it the food." He stood up and carried the food up the stairs.

Bourbon and Ireland sat in their seats, looking at the back of the boy going upstairs with the same eyes.

"Evik Lear always likes to waste time on insignificant things..." The white-haired, blue-eyed, dark-skinned man stared at the empty stairs, and said meaningfully.

For example, Jiang Guling's dog.

A guy who has no meaning in life.

He should die with his master.

"Aito is a gentle child." Ireland said with a gentle expression.

Whether it is towards humans, animals, or even robots, there is a kind of tenderness that is equal to all things.

"Gentleness?" Bourbon sneered, as if mocking Ireland's eyes.

How stupid you have to be to say that.

But at the same time, another secret joy welled up from his heart.

No one knows what happened in the other world.

Only they knew what Aveklear had done with them in the other world, and what he had done with them in this world.

This is their three bottles of whiskey, and the secret of Aveklear.

It turns out that today is Friday...

Learning to forget time...