My Boss, the White-haired Nun

That man has a little habit of putting a round and tiny tick at the end of words.The Nicholas classroom is qualified to be taught by him personally. The students have basically inherited this habit, but most of them do not have the gentle demeanor of his pen tip.Only Shakespeare learned something of it.

Of course, the home girl who copied every word of him dozens or hundreds of times so that the two handwritings were almost exactly the same will not be discussed at this moment.

"I have known your sins, and I have understood your evil. Now I will execute the verdict—on behalf of justice and the people!"

After writing this, the red-haired girl suddenly dropped the pen, covered her face and let out a long sigh.

"Justice...the people..."

She lay on the table with her face resting on her arms, and she drew circles with her fingers where the light was shining, leaving a dark shadow on the table where her fingers blocked the light.

"Teacher...you only taught us how to protect justice. Now we have strength, but where do we go to find justice?"

……

At night, the residence of the Apocalypse family.

Otto pushed open the door and walked into Karen's room.

He saw Karen holding the mask of the day and quietly lost in thought.

"Karen..."

Just when he walked to Kallen's side and raised his hand to press her shoulder, the silver-haired girl suddenly stood up.

"Otto!"

Her expression was full of surprise, as if she wanted to understand something that had troubled her for a long time.

"I came up with a good idea, let's steal that smelly old man's vault!"

"Smelly old man?"

"That guy Victor must have embezzled a lot of gold coins with the indulgence, I'll steal them and return them to everyone!" She looked at the mask in her hand.The high-spirited red-haired girl in the daytime rang.

"Let them know that justice still exists in the world!"

"..."

Otto blinked, as if shocked by the girl's whimsy.

"Help me, Otto..."

The girl grabbed the mask and gestured in front of her.A naive and warm, childish and sunny smile bloomed on his face.

"Help me become a good phantom thief!!"

There was a helpless yet doting smile on Otto's face.

"OK then……"

"Then let's start with the clothes."

……

"Otto... Is it better for the Phantom Thief to dress like this?" Karen looked at herself in the mirror with some awkwardness, and helped the big gentleman's hat on her head.

"This..., won't the hat fall off when you run?"

Behind her, Otto dragged her down and thought seriously. Seeing Karen asked, he slightly raised his eyebrows, turned around and opened the closet and took out another one.

"Try this?"

"...This one doesn't work..., this one also..."

"Or this one!"

The last purple dress she chose had a rose tied with a purple ribbon at the neckline, and a small section of bedding extended down to her chest.A slender and slender body was outlined in a small black coat, three clustered purple roses were pinned around the waist, and a purple and white ribbon hung below.Extending from under the small black coat is a white skirt, the lower body is long legs wrapped in purple slim pants, and under the feet are small riding boots inlaid with purple silk.

"By the way, why do you have so many clothes...and they all fit..." Karen suddenly turned her head and asked suspiciously.

"This is a secret." Otto was taken aback, and smiled lightly, but he couldn't help but think of a conversation that once took place in this room.

……

"What are you doing these things for?" He looked at the man who was seriously sitting in front of the sewing machine with surprise on his face.He is tall and tall sitting behind the small table, holding a needle and thread in his hand...

Ugh?

In fact, after looking carefully, I found that Gong Ming is not too tall. The height of 1.7 meters [-] even looks thinner among the tall Europeans.He didn't know how long he had lived, but he had a handsome face, long fiery red hair, a hand that held a sword all year round, slender and white fingers, and well-defined joints.

Perhaps the only thing that makes him not look weak among the tough guys in the army is that his shoulders are indeed broad and strong, and he looks extremely secure, as if he can cover all wind and rain.

But now such a guy is just sitting there quietly, tearing up the material and earnestly making clothes, like an ordinary woman.

"The Kaslana family has a tradition." He said without raising his head. "Each generation of patriarchs must wear clothes made by the previous generation of patriarchs on formal occasions after succeeding to the throne."

"The generations of heads of the Kaslana family are all three-dimensional and five-thick men, so no one can dislike each other. The generations of heads of the Kaslana family are all dressed in rags to succeed. Finally, it will be our little Kallen's turn. If you want to succeed to the throne, you can’t just grab a piece of cloth and insist that it’s clothes like the previous Patriarch, right? That guy Ogg died early and didn’t prepare anything, if I don’t do it, who will do it?”

"Then why are you hiding here and doing it secretly? Can't you do it in Kaslana's own mansion?" Otto asked suspiciously.

"Are you born to write?" Gong Ming raised his head and gave him a white look.Asked Otto for a moment.

"I didn't know how to make clothes before. When I first got the finished product, I was excited for a moment. I took it and went to find Karen. The dress turned out to be too ugly. Now Karen sees me picking up this thing. It started fussing."

Gong Ming's tone was a bit resentful, "That girl doesn't even think about it, can she avoid this kind of thing from the first day of the junior high school to the fifteenth day of the junior high school? What will she do if I don't improve her skills now? Isn't she going to be on the throne when she succeeds? That girl... that's right! Now that you're here, don't leave, and help me try on some clothes."

"Trying on clothes?" Otto suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. "Didn't you make clothes for Kallen?"