[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

In the beginning, what did people do to gain status?

people say-

Let the eldest son inherit the family property, send the second son into the army, and finally, make the youngest a monk.

status of wealth.military status.and the status of religion.

——This is the best arrangement.

"This is Damon, Damon Spedo." Elena Emanuele Savoy introduced a handsome man in a long military coat, her beautiful face under the blond hair was extremely gentle.

"Hi, just call me Giotto, Pengo Lie." Giotto stretched out his hand.

"What about you?" With a smile on his lips, the blue-haired man turned to look at G standing beside Giotto.

"G."

G just replied with his chest in his arms.

Damon Spedo then smiled and took off the white glove on his right hand, and politely touched Giotto who had not retracted his hand. His fingers were slightly cold, and they were instantly separated.

Faced with such a cold attitude, Giotto didn't mind, instead he looked at Elena.

Elena covered her mouth and smiled, her hanging white dress swayed, and she walked to the side, "Let's go, let's talk in the garden."

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Giotto suddenly turned his head and looked at Damon Spedo who was walking unhurriedly at the end, "Eileen, is he... your lover?"

Elena smiled and said nothing, but the way Damon Spedo behind him looked at Giotto changed, the smile on his lips was raised, and his expression suddenly became a little strange and playful and curious.

"Huh, well, finally there are not so many boring guys looking at me!"

Eileen sat down on the stone bench in a shaded corner of the garden, with a gentle smile in her eyes.

"Giotto, you're super intuitive as always, and there's nothing wrong with that," she said calmly, with Damon Spedo standing beside her.

"Damon's thoughts... are the same as mine." Elena said, looking at the man beside her with her head tilted.

From Elena's support for Giotto's establishment of a self-defense group, Giotto probably understands that the pampered princess's thoughts are not in line with her class.

but……

Giotto looked at Daemon Spedo, whose smile never faded, and heard his low laughter: "Nufufufu, even if there is no matching status, excellent talents deserve to stand at the center of society, and fallen nobles .”

The depravity of the nobles was well known, even to themselves, but no one wanted to do anything about it. Giotto is the son of a wealthy businessman, and G is his playmate and childhood friend, but Elena and Damon are of real aristocratic background. In this way, it is extremely rare to have such a common language at the same time, and it is no wonder that they will interact with each other Understanding gradually becomes lovers.

In other words, the meeting of two people with such thoughts must be said to be an adventure.

A mutual, boundless, connected heart-miracle.

Civilians, how can an existence that has always been abandoned like nothing, let the two nobles who stand at the top of the social pyramid go down—not just bow down condescendingly...take them as ideals?

Giotto sympathized with the misery of the common people, and could not understand the extravagance of the nobles, so he tried his best to organize the common people to establish a defense group to protect themselves.

When the self-defense group was first established, at the most difficult stage, Elena gave him a lot of encouragement and support—whether it was funds or contacts.

— as now.

"Let Dimon join the Self-Defense Corps, he can do more than me."

Elena Emanuele Savoydao, the jewel-like blue eyes are slightly shining, but the bottom is pure and gentle.

This is still an era when women don't care about their status. As accessories of men, women can never do enough.

Elena wasn't unwilling, she just hoped that she could pay more for the Pengelie Self-Defense Corps, which entrusted her ideals.

Now, of course, that's Dimon's ideal, too.

"Here is left to you, I will go back to the banquet hall first."

After finishing the work of introduction, as one of the owners of the host mansion, Eileen could not disappear from the banquet for too long, her figure disappeared behind the bushes.

"—No! Even if it was introduced by Elena, I don't agree!"

As soon as the only woman left, G firmly expressed his attitude.

"It's too dangerous!" He said, staring at Damon Spedo whose smile became shallow and false, "This guy doesn't look like a good person!"

"Nufufufu, why, Pengo Li, can't you believe me? If it's just like this, then I don't seem to need it..."

It seemed that he didn't care about Giotto and G, or that they touched the edge of his circle of trust. Therefore, Damon Spedo no longer had that gentle and personable appearance, but instead spoke cynically, with the corners of his mouth raving wantonly And some are creepy, looking at the distance.

"No," Giotto interrupted, brown-gold eyes staring into his, "I just have one question."

His tone was gentle, "What do you think of the weak?"

Giotto's original intention of establishing the Self-Defense Corps was to empower civilians who were powerless to resist to defend themselves.

Let the weak survive in peace and stop bullying.

This is what the Self-Defense Corps is all about.

Damon Spedo snorted and looked back, "I will protect them."

Even if they are weak, there will be people who have talents. People who are weak and have talents on the other hand are not weak as he thinks.

These depraved nobles are the moths of society.

"Hey, Giotto—"

As G shouted in surprise, Giotto stretched out his hand, with a warm smile on his face, "Giotto Pengo Lie, you are welcome to join, Damon."

"My honor." Damon said with a light smile, with a frivolous tone. This time, he finally held the palm of the other's outstretched hand firmly, and began to look squarely at the young man in front of him, who was similar to his own age. The leader of the self-defense regiment with firm courage and determination.

A young man like a warm sky.

Giotto.

as well as……

Vongola.

What is Hu Erdao doing?

Well, of course he can't get involved in the banquet at the Duke's mansion. After all, these nobles, landlords, rich businessmen and politicians...but they are in constant contact.

So, he was carefully crafting a false identity for himself.

In this era, the spy system has begun to run rampant, among which the Secret Intelligence Service of Germany and the United Kingdom are the best.

What is the essence of spying?It's just a layer of vests - "died in a foreign country, the last real name is unknown, this is the highest praise for a spy."

Ahem, of course, Hu Erdao doesn't need to go too far, because he has the most natural conditions - a foreign country, his real name is unknown, and his origin is unknown.

He just needs to pretend that it's all done by the service's intelligence agency and he'll be fine.

……perhaps.

What happened to the inexplicable guilty conscience?

He didn't change his name or surname when he was a Hu Erdao, and he didn't do anything weird.

"Isn't it strange to create a fake identity?" The system pointed out sharply, but due to the softness of the voice package, it completely lost the original meaning of this sentence.

Hu Erdao frowned slightly, in a good mood, touched the bird, and then slowly said: "Although you can provide identification for the system, don't you think it's interesting to make a personal profile yourself?"

And, quite a sense of accomplishment.

Identity proof can only be used as a passport, but personal data is different. Only complete personal experience can make an identity impeccable.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Hu Erdao said obediently.

The author has something to say: The sentence in the quotation marks of the spy's highest praise comes from the Sicilian Chronicle of another wife of jj.

pps: Let me just say this quietly, this is the last unit of this book... If you like it, you can enter the column and take the author~(:з」∠)_