Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

"Forget it, just drink some coffee at your age. But don't always stay up late doing bad things, otherwise your hair will fall out like rum."

Bellmode meant something, and one sentence contained two people.

Lancer glanced at her sideways, not angry, but curious because of her words: "How come you were invited by Rum? Are you very close to him?"

The woman chuckled and said disdainfully: "That gentleman is very suspicious. If I get close to anyone in the organization, he will be angry."

Toru Amuro, who had been listening, suddenly said: "What does it matter? Anyway, that gentleman has always loved you."

Belmode seemed unwilling to hear anyone mention her relationship with that gentleman, so she called him by his code name with a warning.

"Bourbon."

The beautiful eyes seemed to turn into vicious and murderous poisonous blades at any time, making Amuro retreat at the sight.

He shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "Sorry, just pretend I didn't say that."

The protagonist of the topic slowly appeared. Rum appeared on crutches, wearing a dark top hat and a pair of brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Lancer knows that one of his eyes is a prosthetic eye, but he can only see with one eye. Is wearing sunglasses deliberately making it more difficult for him?

[System: Did you crossdress on purpose? You see, he also has two beards. 】

[System: The host triggers a key task - assassinating the first generation Rum, the protagonist of the birthday banquet. The mission reward is the third important component of the antidote to drug A...]

Lancer frowned slightly.

This task seems difficult...

He thought he was here to have a feast, but he didn't expect that he would have to kill someone along the way.

Lancer sighed quietly.

The system advised him kindly: [Look at the bright side, this is clearing obstacles for your husband! 】

When Lancer had a faint headache, he suddenly heard Bourbon beside him murmuring in a low voice: "So he is Rum..."

Lancer paused.

Yes, in order to keep the identities of superiors and subordinates hidden within the organization, they rarely appear directly.

While Bourbon was thinking about something, Lancer raised his eyebrows slightly: "Cherish this opportunity, I don't know what this old man will be like when we meet again next time!"

Hearing this, Bourbon showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"Will his appearance... change?"

"Who knows?"

Cross-dressing is really on the rise these days.

Rum came from the rest cabin, first took off his top hat, and bowed to thank everyone.

Lancer looked at his reflective head and exclaimed with wide eyes: "Damn, it's like a light bulb!"

Belmode laughed.

Perhaps after hearing what was happening on their side, Rum put on his hat again and walked towards the bar counter with a cane in a natural and confident manner.

He nodded to Belmod and Lancer at the same time.

And Toru Amuro kept staring at his legs.

"Master Lancer, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I feel relieved to see that you are in good spirits." Rum said falsely.

Lancer sighed and shook his head.

"I'm just pretending, Rum. I'm having a bad life. Ever since Gin died, I feel like a ball of mud. All kinds of cats and dogs can come and step on me. "

"Do you know? I have been robbed of a lot of territory, power and business by others. If this continues, I am afraid that it won't be long before I am tricked by some people and I won't even have any pants left."

There was silence in the room.

[System: Bones! It's bones! 】

Lancer changed his mind: "Oh, even the bones are not left. It's really difficult!"

He raised his coffee cup and toasted to Rum, then took a few sips.

Hearing this, Rum raised his lips and said, "I will report your difficulties to that gentleman, Master Lancer."

"I hope to have a wonderful turnaround through the guidance of a senior," Lancer pointedly said, "I wonder where the protagonist of today's birthday party is? The old man must have been waiting for today for a long time, right?"

Others didn't know what Lancer was thinking, and thought he was really talking about his birthday.

Belmod responded: "Yes, Rum, today we are all here to participate in the birthday banquet. I can't wait to see what tricks an old antique like you can do."

"There's no rush." ​​Rum made an invitation gesture to them, "I've prepared some new stuff on the airship, and I invite you all to come with me to see it."

No one in the lounge knew what kind of medicine was sold in Rum's gourd, so they all got up and followed Rum to another space.

Bourbon followed Lancer closely and asked him in a low voice: "Is Rum always so mysterious?"

Lancer's face was expressionless: "Don't ask me, I'm not familiar with him."

Belmod was right next to him, folding his arms gracefully and saying slowly: "There are not many people who can impress Rum, and Gin is one of them."

She glanced sideways at the young man next to her, as if confirming something, and asked, "Is that guy really dead?"

Lancer raised his hand to signal the two men with unfamiliar faces behind him to stop, and followed them with only vodka.

There was no emotion on the young man's face.

"Would you feel better if I said I'm not dead?"

"you……"