I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

When G officially met the "Mr. Cyril" in Giotto's mouth, it was some time after waking up in the afternoon.

Even with the heart of "I must observe this inexplicable stranger", I consciously made sufficient psychological preparations——

When they actually met each other, the vigilant red-haired boy was still stunned for the first time, a little hopeless...cough!His eyes widened unnaturally.

"Hello, Gatlin, Giotto should have told you about me? Ah, are you chatting, I hope I didn't bother you."

The opening remark was so natural, knocking on the door—actually it was unnecessary, because the door was too thin to block the voices from inside and outside—afterwards, the smile of the blond young man who walked into the room was extraordinarily gentle, which made people see There will be a sense of intimacy.

He enters, and is immediately greeted by Giotto, who is sitting by the bed on a three-legged stool.

"Sir, have you packed your things?"

"Well, it's almost there. Nothing happened to you here. I was delayed on the road for a while, and I could have come here earlier."

"No." Giotto said, and at the same time noticed G's sudden stiffness, as well as a little strangeness that appeared on Mr. Cyril.

His reaction didn't change much, but he said it very frankly, not even leaving time for his companion to stop him with his eyes:

"Your clothes seem to be dirty? Look, it's here."

"Well?"

Cyril followed where Giotto pointed, and looked down.

"Oh, indeed, the corner of the shirt is stained a little..."

"I'll bring you a handkerchief and wipe it off for you. The color is quite obvious."

While the two were talking.

Stiff red-haired boy: "..."

'No, Giotto...'

G shouted in his heart.

'What is the matter with you, Giotto!Haven't found the problem yet?This person's clothes are stained with a dark red mark after drying...'

Wait a minute, take a closer look, there are more than one strange marks on this man.

The dark red marks that seemed to be splashed out, except for the most concentrated one, the others were like water splashes, scattered all over the body.

More like "that".

Is it really——

"Haha, I was too careless. I probably couldn't hold back my hand at the time. I used too much force and it splashed out."

...what was the splash?

"Well, but you don't need to wipe it, it doesn't matter anyway."

G: "...!!!"

Meaning, are you used to it?

I don't know if it is a psychological effect.

He always felt that there was an unusual deep meaning in this sentence that sounded extraordinarily gentle.

Just at this time, the blond young man with a steady smile and Giotto finished talking, and then naturally turned his gaze to G who was sitting stiffly on the bed.

To be honest, from the perspective of the person involved, no matter how careful and good at observing he is, he would never have imagined that the red-haired boy's own imagination would be so excessive.

Cyril probably only felt that the young man was stunned, as if he was nervous, and that in order not to scare the young man, he had to be more gentle.

then.

The smile that met G's eyes was even gentler—no, it was full of intimidating effects!

"Anyway, this trace, even if washed with water, can't be washed off."

silence.

G couldn't help clenching his fists, unbelievable for a moment:

"Sure enough - it's blood!!!"

"..."

Cyril who just accidentally poured wine on his body (stunned): "Huh?"

……

After a while, it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

The color of wine and the color of blood do have some similarities when seen in a tense situation.However, as long as you get close, you can smell a faint smell of wine.

The bottle of ordinary wine that unfortunately died was of good quality, so the smell has not completely dissipated after all this time.

"I just wanted to take it down to have a look, but I accidentally crushed the wine bottle. I didn't expect to cause a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry."

Cyril expressed his apology to the boy who was frightened by him. This misunderstanding was purely a coincidence.

"...It's impossible for ordinary people to crush a wine bottle easily."

"Ahem, G."

Although there were indeed many loopholes in Cyril's words—or things that people had to pay attention to, but Giotto prevented his companion from wanting to continue to struggle.

He has the ability to adapt now, so he listened without changing his face, showing no doubts at all.

Cyril smiled, skipped this episode, and asked softly while looking at the environment inside the house with the permission of the owner: "Have you all eaten? How are you, Gatlin, do you have some strength?"

The red-haired boy didn't know why: "You -- well, sir, you're really a weirdo."

At this time, he also slowly recalled that the blond young man full of weirdness in front of him saved his life and Giotto's life.I know that I should apologize and thank you again, and I have to have a good attitude, but I still feel a little awkward in my heart.

"Thank you...I'm fine now! I can walk and run! But, why are you asking this?"

"I can walk, I'm recovering well, but that's not the point."

Cyril finished looking at it soon.

In fact, there is not much for him to look at.Giotto's home was too simple, and he knew that there could be no objects of any value.

Mainly just to be sure.

"There is one thing, I want to ask your wishes... No, actually, it's my fault." Even when facing the two children, his attitude was so serious, and he never meant to belittle him.

It was probably because of such a reason that the red-haired boy, who had a bad sense of strange strange men from the beginning, relaxed a little invisibly while being surprised.

"Sir, what happened?"

Cyril replied with a bit of distress: "On the way back to pack my things, I met some people. Alas, they planned to harm me, so I could only fight back. As a result, after the counterattack..."

"That bar no longer has an owner, so I took it over. Maybe I can use this space in the future to do something of my own."

"liquor……"

"Because I noticed that the original owner of the bar seems to have a different identity. In this way, I will attract the attention of others. If because of me, you, who are the only two in contact with me here, are implicated, I am really sorry."

"bar……"

Wait, wait, wait—

Someone's expression froze again.

"Bar? Which bar? Wait a minute! Could it be, near the dump—"

Unable to bear it anymore, G broke out again impatiently, his voice full of disbelief.

When I heard the word wine, I didn't think in that direction.At this time, when he had to think, G felt that his brain had been burnt out as Giotto said.

The bar near the dump, no matter how you think about it, is the only one.

Not long ago, when I heard that the benefactor that Giotto mentioned had gone to the garbage dump, G's first reaction was to ask Giotto if he had reminded that person to be careful of dangerous people.

The so-called dangerous people are actually gangsters whose base is near there.

The slums are the most suitable place for shady transactions. It is impossible for ordinary people to tell how many forces are hidden here.

However, there is one thing that even Giotto and G, the orphans living at the bottom, have heard about it and deeply in their hearts.

That is: the garbage dump is very dangerous, unless you really want to die, otherwise you should stay away if you have nothing to do, and don't run there during the day.

Near the garbage dump, there is a mysterious bar that has only appeared in the ears of teenagers.

It is said that all the dangerous people that teenagers can think of with their shallow imaginations are based in that bar.

It is said that the corpses that appear from time to time in the garbage mountain are thrown from that mysterious bar.

I heard that the owner of the bar is very mysterious and no one has seen him.The boss's bar is of course not an ordinary bar, and the forces behind it are even scarier...

This is all from what I heard, and the teenagers must have never verified it personally-if they could really verify it, they might not be alive now.

Based on their shallow knowledge, they can't conclude that the dark corners of their lives are like spider webs, with countless relationships that are difficult to sort out.They are not giant spiders weaving webs, perhaps not even entangled bugs, but tiny specks of dust sticking to their webs.

All in all, it is just "hearing", and the deterrent effect brought about by hearing it from a young age is terrifying enough.

When the orphan who almost became their little brother died, they had no clue at all and thought that maybe the "boss" and the others did this...

result.

result--

"Well, it sounds really powerful."

The man who claimed to have single-handedly wiped out the rumored mysterious bar even commented in a rather amazed tone: "It completely fits the description of an information exchange that is backed by a powerful force, so it is extraordinarily unscrupulous."

"Ah, doesn't this match the plot of the movie script I read before? It turns out that the script is based on reality, and the only thing that is abnormal is..."

The teenagers said that they could not understand what this person was talking to himself, and it was just a little bit of time to digest the unbelievable reality.

"...Mr. Alien, you'd better go."

"Ok?"

"If, suppose, you killed the boss's gang and occupied the speakeasy...it is true. Then, no, you will definitely be targeted. If you run away before those people find out—"

"Thank you for your concern, I was suddenly touched."

"G, take it easy."

The two voices sounded at the same time and overlapped.

G was taken aback.

At least at the beginning, he was not surprised because of the content of the two people's words, but—inexplicably felt that the feelings these two people gave him were somewhat similar?

Both guys with blond hair were laughing.

The older one's eyes were gratified, and he felt goosebumps all over G, feeling very uncomfortable.

The little one's smiling face didn't change much, but G had a strangely ominous premonition... Why did his premonition suddenly become more accurate? !

"Giotto! I really don't know what you're thinking." G yelled uncomfortably: "At least he saved our lives. If you encounter such a life-threatening incident, just forget it and laugh." Can you come out!"

"Hey, you misunderstood me. And... well, G, you still don't seem to realize, a very important issue." Giotto shook his head and said with a smile.

G: "???"

"That is to say, Mr. Cyril, there is actually no need for the two of us to worry."

"what??"

They all mistakenly thought that Cyril had killed someone, and G didn't realize that if force and destructive power were to be counted, this "big brother" who looked thin and weak and would collapse in the wind, he was the real dangerous person.

It's ok.

Cyril has always followed the principle of seeing is believing, and also respects the wishes of others.

G didn't believe it, and he wasn't in a hurry to convince him now, but continued to smile and say, "So, so."

"In order not to implicate you. Children, if you don't mind moving, you can move to my place."

Giotto: "..."

G: "..."

"No, even if you are a benefactor, I can't say that. But let us follow you as soon as you open your mouth... Hey, Giotto, you don't think so, so hurry up and say something—"

Giotto: "No, I was just wondering if it would be rude to say yes too quickly."

G: "..."

"What's the matter? I hit it off with you." Cyril put his left hand behind his back, clenched his fist with his right hand, and put it lightly on his mouth, in order to slightly cover up his embarrassment of being too anxious: "If I am too eager, you will feel I'm uneasy, please don't misunderstand..."

"It's okay, I know you don't mean anything malicious. As for G, that's all he said."

Oh, here we go.

G also came back to his senses, just wanted to say who said it and I just said that.

But his god was still a bit late.

He suddenly opened his eyes and took a look-yes, Giotto!This guy has already started to pack and pack his things neatly, ready to follow the strange man he has only known for a day.

"Giotto?!"

"Oh, G, you are so energetic, you shouldn't need me to help you get dressed? Then pack up quickly."

"Hey you……"

G looked at Giotto with astonished eyes, conveying his doubts in his eyes:

——You suddenly became so diligent, are you crazy?Do you really want to listen to this man and follow him?Then, what about home?

The boy's eyes flickered like fire because of the last doubt. Giotto saw it and did not avoid it.

——To survive here, to live, is the most important thing, this is what you told me.

The tacit understanding that has been with them for many years is enough for the two teenagers to understand each other's eyes.

Therefore, Giotto used this to remind his companions: In any case, if the transparency who had contact with Mr. Cyril does not follow up and insists on staying here, the situation will inevitably become dangerous, and he may die someday. It's better to hurry up and follow.

As for whether to abandon the question of "home"...

Giotto withdrew his gaze, and continued to collect the two people's pitiful things without changing his expression.

He seems to have given the answer with actions.

As long as the important relatives and companions are around, even if there are memories in the empty house, when it is time to give up, this choice must be made.

"..."

Not long after, the red-haired boy with a troubled face seemed to have figured it out.

He lowered his head and didn't speak again, but he didn't protest anymore, he got up by himself, helped Giotto tidy up the house, and put away the things they wanted to take away.

Cyril saw the performance of the two teenagers, and naturally did not miss their eye contact.

Wouldn't mind—yes, he wasn't offended that the plan didn't go his way, but he thought it was a good thing.

If the teenagers listened to him obediently and left without thinking of their own, then Cyril would be worried.

He is very happy.

So far, the characters of these two children have been roughly figured out.

The red-haired boy who is still not at ease with him is worthy of being recognized by the future students as a companion, and he is also a good boy.And the future student he has been paying attention to since he came, the potential shown by Giotto is the biggest surprise for him.

Without saying anything, Cyril took the initiative to wait outside.

The people who lived near Giotto's house had already noticed his arrival, and several eyes kept turning around him.

Cyril didn't feel restrained, and if he looked at the source of his gaze, he would smile at that person—of course, the result of the smile was to startle the other person, and quickly shrank his head back, as if he didn't dare to look at it again. Like him.

Fortunately, Giotto and the two came out soon.

Facing more and more gazes, one big, two small and three people walked away calmly.

Hmm, probably G, who has just recovered from a serious illness, is still a little uncomfortable, and his steps are a little wobbly.

Of course, it may also be because he is the only normal person sandwiched between two "heterogeneous" people, and he really doesn't like the feeling of being stared at by people who he has seen in the past and rarely greeted...

The two abnormal people were chatting happily.

Cyril is very interested in this slum and is ready to stay for a long time.And because he was new here and didn't know the specific situation, he asked Giotto to give him a general introduction.

Giotto could only tell what he knew (most of which was hearsay).

However, for the living conditions of the people in the slums, Giotto often wanders outside, so he knows more details.

As soon as he said it, Cyril understood that this was the information he needed most.

"I know what you mean, and it basically matches the guess. The most people here are not the poor, but the 'underground' ones."

"correct."

Cyril suddenly asked: "Then, what about the corresponding 'least'? Do you know what is the least here?"

"Minimal……"

This is a question that takes a long time to think about.

At least Giotto and G heard it, and they couldn't figure it out in a short time.

A lot can be said of few things, such as money, food, clothing, these things that provide people with necessary food and clothing.

But, to say the least...

G couldn't figure it out, so he cast his eyes on Giotto.Generally speaking, of the two of them, he is the one who makes up his mind.

And Giotto lived up to expectations.

After pondering for a while, the blond boy raised his hand and glanced at the low houses on both sides, as well as faces that were more or less familiar.

He didn't scan roughly perfunctorily, but consciously searched for a desired detail.

Looking along the way, the answer that will not change has already surfaced in my heart.

"I think... the fewest we have here are doctors."

"is it?"

Giotto said with certainty, yes.

He didn't even need to look for examples from far away to explain. G who was still by his side at the moment was the most straightforward proof.

There are doctors in the slums, there is nothing wrong with that.

However, the surviving doctors are basically black doctors who take advantage of the power of the underworld and charge high fees, and the poor cannot afford the medicine fees at all.

As for the churches in the slums...

The clergy, who are also living in poverty, can do nothing. The only thing they can do is to pray for the poor man's last peace when he is dying of illness.

and so--

It was Giotto and G's luck to meet Cyril.

"So, I thank you very much, Mr. Cyril."

"...I said it too, thank you, sir."

The ones who are sincere are still so sincere, and those who are still struggling before are not awkward, because this is an undeniable fact.

"Well, thank you too for letting me make a decision."

"?"

"Since there is a shortage of doctors, that is, medical resources, then... I will open a clinic here, haha."

"……what?!!"

Be caught off guard.

The teenagers stopped suddenly, and fell into a state of being stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to be shocked or turned into surprise.

Compared with them, the grown-up who quickly found something to do for him tapped his palm, looking energetic and full of vitality.

"Okay, kids, don't be in a daze. I'll take you to the place where you will live for a long time in the future. Well, that's where the future clinic will be!"

The teenagers said in unison: "That place, is it... the legendary underground bar?!"

Cyril: "Yes."

He wants to correct, not "legendary".

From the moment he snatched... No, it was as a trophy to harvest other people's territory, the mysterious bar located underground was about to change its appearance and come to the ground from the dark place.

The former Duke, who was extremely active, regained his new territory in just one day.

Although I didn't think about doing anything big.

But yeah.

Thinking of this, even though he was as peaceful as Cyril, he couldn't help but ignite a little enthusiasm.

……

Oh.

Before I had time to express more feelings, the spoilers came rushing in.

Leading the boys to the new territory, Cyril frowned slightly before entering the door.

Another person reoccupied the space of the original bar and made it clear that he was waiting for him to come back.

The visitor is not good.

However, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Mr. Cyril! Do you want to go in directly? But, those people seem to be holding—"

"Gun. I saw it. It's a very old style. Did this kind of weapon appear so early?"

As Cyril said, he casually raised his hand and pushed the secret door that had not been closed to the widest point until it hit the wall, making a loud crashing sound.

Swish!

At this moment, the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the three people who showed their faces openly.In other words, it was the blond youth who frankly blocked the two teenagers behind him and smiled slightly coldly.

"Everyone, if you are willing to lay down your weapons, we can still talk peacefully."

"Hmm... It seems that I don't intend to communicate properly. Then, I will directly cut into the topic, so I won't waste time."

He raised his hand again, and picked up——

Really, cleaning supplies for cleaning, mops?

"The clairvoyance attack, I seem to vaguely see the even more terrifying black Artoria... No, dear, do you need my help?"

An abrupt voice came in, it seemed to be a rather painful moan.

Cyril replied: "No, please take care of those two children for me, thank you."

"There is one more episode, but it doesn't matter, just take it as the necessary cleaning work before the clinic opens."

Clean up, let's start.

—that's a gun... ah!

The teenagers swallowed back the shouts that were almost at the top of their throats, trying not to let themselves make a sound.

And the other side.

One more person wants to shout:

— Dear...do you remember, you are a weak magician...

——Magicians need remote assistance, this is what you said yourself not long ago!