About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

"Ah, so that's the case, my lord who looks almost exactly like me..."

In the depths of the Fairy Kingdom, listening to him talk about what happened in another world, the big Miller laughed like a madman from time to time.

To the people here, the world he said sounds so abnormal, but... the world on both sides is actually ten years apart, and the world here was actually so peaceful ten years ago.

It's just that the future has become like this, and no one is still in the mood to talk about the past.

Seeing Miller, who was crying so much with laughter, hurt by her weak appearance, No. 2 looked away.

The story from another world is just a past with different experiences for her, and she even unconsciously fantasizes about fighting evil organizations with guardian stones in that past...

Wiping away the unstoppable tears, Miller whispered. "Thank you, Mr. Al."

"No, you're welcome..."

Facing the sincere thanks, he responded at a loss.

"So what's your plan next? Mr. Al doesn't belong to this future, do you plan to find a way to go back?" After wiping away his tears, Miller, who had calmed down, asked this question.

He who doesn't belong to this future will naturally want to go back.

"Although I want to go back now...but it shouldn't be possible in a short time."

It has been almost six hours since he came to this future, but he has only just seen the tip of this cruel iceberg in the future, and he already has the idea of ​​wanting to go home.

It is really difficult for him to stay in this future without evil organizations.

But if his reasoning is correct, then he won't be able to go back in the short term.

"Is that so...won't you go back?"

"It's not that I can't go back, it's that I can't do it in the short term—"

While correcting the big Miller, he grabbed the ruby ​​goblin who was punching and kicking him.

It's like teasing a miniature pet, pointing fingers at the little head of the goblin in his hand.

"Hmm..." This elf, who looks like a little human girl and is only the size of a palm, has a ruby-like texture and color, and is making an unpleasant sound under his fingers.

But the goblin's strength is too small to break free from the clenched fist, and... Ruby isn't really unwilling.

Although there is no way to escape from his clenched palm with strength, there should be as many ways to leave him as there are goblins.

Right now, the goblin didn't seem to leave his hand even though he made an unpleasant sound, except that the goblin's character might be due to tiredness, or the goblin's IQ is not enough.

The big Miller looked at him teasing the goblin with a complicated expression. Although the goblin showed dislike for him, he liked the superb skill of his finger.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who's holding the finger in the palm of my hand and rubbing it against my face happily, even though I still made a very unpleasant sound.

"Ah, isn't lunch ready yet? Little Ruby."

"Grandpa Coco, I'm Meow Q."

"Oh... isn't breakfast ready yet? Xiaoli..."

"mum!!"

The demented goblin and the puppet goblin over there were still having an unhealthy conversation. Although he knew that the next generation goblin was a bit demented shortly after he joined the evil organization, he still had an indescribable feeling when he actually saw it.

It's like a cute mysterious creature that hides many regulations and engages in contract fraud is suddenly exposed to be suffering from Alzheimer's.

This kind of mysterious creature is actually suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and I always feel that the concept of them as a mysterious creature is negated in various senses.

"Feeling a little disillusioned..."

"Yeah." Hearing his muttering, the big Miller kept nodding his head, and his eyes were also attracted by the sketch over there.

Although the next generation of goblins have become so stupid and cute, and the new generation of goblins who created the third-generation saint girl system are still playing cute in the hands of others, these somewhat disillusioned the big Miller.

However, goblins are actually such unreliable existences, and it cannot be said that they are not psychologically prepared. The virtue of protecting goblins can be regarded as a small glimpse into the big.

Compared with the goblins, the big Miller cared more about this country of goblins.

"Mr. Al, don't you think this place is so warm? As long as you stay here, your heart will become very peaceful."

"It really makes people want to sleep... Is this place more comfortable? Oh, is this place more comfortable? Help me make an armor that can travel through time."

"No, no..."

"Mr. Al... You shouldn't be a pervert who would attack goblins, I've heard that there are problem people who are interested in it."

"..."

Hearing what the big Miller said, No. 2 was completely stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the elf the size of a palm. This kind of figure-sized creature actually has no gender at all, regardless of whether it looks like a little girl or an old lady. .

The so-called grandfather or grandson's address is just imitating human behavior.

He had heard that there was a ceremonial meeting for holy girls, and this evil force was relatively tenacious inside. After all, it would be dismantled once every few years, and then it would die every time.

You must know that the operation of an organization is inseparable from funds. Under the perfect system led by the Mafia, most organizations in the evil camp have imitated corporate management. Under the complete labor law and reward system, when engaging in evil organization operations Also drive.

And every time the tribute meeting is reorganized, the funds for the operation organization are completely crowdfunded, and a large part of it is obtained through animation, peripherals, and games...

Simply put, it's just a bunch of dead nerds.

The reason why this group of nerds were forced to disband for several years was because the holy girl they were chasing after was just a little girl...

Many of these immature little girls were exhausted by the stalkers at the tribute party. You must know that they would receive anonymous gifts every few days. Few little girls' hearts were big enough to accept such gifts calmly.