Zongman: I have really retired!

When Taro Mori returned to his office, he found that Yosano Akiko was also there.

Perhaps because Meng Shuxu is in control of the Undead Corps in this life, there will always be more attention paid to the core figures of the Corps and Yosano Akiko, especially since she is still a minor.

As an orthodox flower-growing Chinese in his previous life, he really couldn't accept letting a child go to the battlefield. He even felt that she should be coded in such war scenes.

After all, 18 is prohibited...

Meng Shuxu always pays special attention to Yosano Akiko's mental state, and occasionally sends some gifts, some books, and even a few sets of test papers. In short, Yosano Akiko is treated like a child by Meng Shuxu.

Yosano Akiko looked at Sylvan Taro's gloomy face and hesitated, but she still mustered up the courage to speak out: "Are we going to start fighting?"

"No, my persuasion is completely useless."

Yosano Akiko breathed a sigh of relief. As a child, she instinctively tended to Meng Shuxu, who cared about her. It didn't mean that Mori Taro didn't care about her, but that Meng Shuxu made people feel more comfortable.

If Meng Shuxu hadn't been so busy, she would have loved to live at his place. But when she went to Meng Shuxu recently, she often saw instructions urging him to attack and battle reports of frontline defeats.

Yosano Akiko bit her lip, now she was still an angel in the legion, not the angel of death who was burdened with the heavy pressure that made soldiers unable to die happily, but the angel who truly brought hope to people.

But she still doesn't want to see others get hurt. Although she can heal these injuries quickly, it still hurts at the moment of injury...

……

"So you have been hiding for so long, but you still haven't escaped him?"

An Lan served herself a bowl of rice and picked up the vegetables while talking to Xia Youjie.

"There is nothing I can do! That guy has already begged me! He is my uncle! What can I do?"

Xia Youjie irritably poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks. Before he even took a few bites of the rice, it was already like rice milk.

"He's already scheming against you. It's obvious that this is a trap, but you still keep jumping into it. You really don't have a long memory at all, right?"

"You do not understand……"

It's not that Xia Youjie doesn't know it's a trap, but Meng Shuxu's trap is the kind where you know it's a trap, but you still have to jump into it.

Meng Shuxu wants to use Xia Youjie's strength to seize power in one fell swoop, but what about Xia Youjie?

He also wants to change the country of Japan. Although he has been reincarnated, it is undeniable that he was once a member of this country.

He still hopes that the people on this land can live a good life, instead of becoming the sacrificial puppets of those in power.

The scariest thing about war is that all war propaganda, all clamor, lies and hatred, come from spectators who are not fighting. -- George Orwell

Of course Xia Youjie hated Meng Shuxu, but later... after understanding his goals and ideals... he didn't hate him so much anymore.

Of course Xia Youjie knew Meng Shuxu very well. Although his death in his previous life was due to Meng Shuxu's calculations, it was still him who made the final choice. He doesn't regret choosing death, but that doesn't mean he likes being plotted against.

"Yes, yes! I don't understand! But are you sure?

With your strength, I am not worried about your safety, but once you get involved, it will be difficult to get out. I remember that you hate trouble the most, and you also hate politics. "

"The most important thing is, are you sure?"

An Lan looked into Xia Youjie's eyes. He didn't know what chance such a crazy and desperate plan had of winning.

But he knew that regardless of the success or failure of this plan, the war would inevitably come to an end in the future. Xia Youjie could just sit back and watch the mountains, so there was no need to wade into this muddy water.

"After all, I am still a human being, not completely weird, so there are always things worth fighting for with my life, not to mention that I won't give anything."

Xia Youjie finally put down his bowl and chopsticks. The bowl of rice had completely turned into rice milk. With a little more effort, he could make rice cakes.

"Just you know what you're doing."

An Lan said noncommittally that he would not stop Xia Youjie from doing anything. He respected Xia Youjie just as Xia Youjie respected him.

After Xia Youjie left, An Lan cleared the table. While washing the dishes, he said, "If you have anything to ask, just ask."

Paul Verlaine appeared, and he was a little surprised and said: "How do you know where I am?"

Paul Verlaine was very confident in his hiding methods. He really couldn't understand how An Lan, an ordinary person, discovered him.

"Do you know where this is?"

"This villa is filled with various detection devices. I know what you are doing from the moment you step in the door, so it makes no difference whether you hide or not. The result is the same anyway."

Maybe An Lan said it too straightforwardly, but Paul Verlaine actually asked directly.

"What is Xia Youjie struggling with?"

An Lan was a little surprised, but he was relieved when he thought about Paul Verlaine's mental age.

In the past, he would not have been interested in this kind of thing at all, but after regaining his emotions, he became as curious about everything as a three- or four-year-old child.

"What? Are you worried that he will join the war? Or are you worried that he will threaten France?"

"You know I don't care about this... I'm just curious."

"You don't have to worry about these things. It's just that the fool was tricked again. It's not a big problem. He won't die anyway."

Although Paul Verlaine was still a little curious, An Lan refused to go into details. In the end, after working for a long time, he only got a piece of gossip-the war was almost over.

Paul Verlaine finally told Atier Rimbaud the news. Both of them were former intelligence officers. Although they worked as bodyguards, they still had a keen sense of all kinds of information.

So now the battlefield has been moved to Chang'an Island, but the war at this time has just entered a white-hot stage, and the Transcendents have also appeared one after another. From his perspective, there is still a fight, how could it end suddenly?

Judging from the current situation, unless the leaders of all countries order a halt to the war at the same time, it is inevitable that the war will become more intense.

The two people thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of any reason. They wanted to pass on the information but were constrained by constraints. As time went by, the French lazy gene in their bones was at work. In addition, nothing major happened in the world. This matter It was thrown aside.