Group Pet Career in Yokohama

After the Consia organization was wiped out, the port mafia obtained a license to operate with special abilities.

Two months later, Mori Ogai held a meeting of the five major cadres.

The meeting of the five major cadres is held once every few years, and it is a highly coercive meeting with clear intentions that is responsible for deciding major issues within the organization.It will only be called when deciding the direction of the organization.

At the beginning of the meeting, Da Zuo first resigned from his position as a cadre with the reason of being old and ready to retire, and applied for a free job in Hong Kong. Ogai Mori pretended to be sorry for this for a while, and then he readily approved it.

After that, Osamu Dazai was appointed as a cadre, leading the guerrillas directly under the mafia leader and a special operation force, the Black Lizard. In addition, he also had a surveillance team and an intelligence team directly under him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Yuanzhong was also appointed as a cadre to lead all armed forces under the name of the Hong Kong gangsters, mainly exercising force to deter the outside world.

The port mafia has completely become the monopoly of Mori Ogai.

In order to celebrate the addition of fresh blood to the position of the port mafia cadre, Mori Ogai invited all the upper echelons of the port mafia to hold a banquet.

At the celebration banquet——

"Officer Rimbaud."

"Officer Rimbaud."

Pushing open the door, Rimbaud walked all the way in, and nodded lightly to the members who greeted him on the way.

He had just returned from a long-term mission, and was notified to attend the meeting of the top five cadres right after he came back. He hadn't formally met with Hill two days after he came back.

Now that Chuya-kun has been promoted to a cadre, if Mori Ogai assigns him the job of long-term business trips again, he is ready to resign and quit—like Da Zuo asking for a spare job.

In front of the long table filled with pastries and drinks, Hill was holding a plate of cakes, holding a fork in one hand, enjoying it with a satisfied expression.

Smelling the familiar scent of violets approaching, Hill, who was about to stand up, immediately moved obediently, and then stretched out a pale hand with a handkerchief and gently pressed the corner of her mouth a few times to wipe off the white sticky corner of her mouth. cream.

Swallowing the cake in his mouth, Hill raised his eyes and said in a good mood: "Mr. Rimbaud is finally back, will he stay in Hong Kong for a long time this time?"

"En." Rimbaud calmly looked into her smiling eyes, and the atmosphere around him was very relaxed.

"That's good. Take a good rest. Don't let Rintaro go too far. That person will make a big difference when he squeezes people." Even knowing that Rimbaud is not the kind of honest person who works hard without complaining, Hill still urged with some worry, After all, Rimbaud was too gentle in front of her.

And Mori Ogai is really too much, obviously today is the celebration banquet of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, but he sent two people to do the task early in the morning - in the name of adding more merits to the new cadres of Hong Kong and black, To show respect.

"Don't worry." Rimbaud said as if remembering something: "Hill, I brought back some famous local dim sum during this business trip. I don't know if it suits you. Do you want to try it?"

He took out the extremely exquisitely packaged gift box from the space, and took a cup of fragrant black tea from the tray next to the waiter, and handed it to Hill to relieve his tiredness.

After hearing this, Hill immediately put down the plate in his hand, took the gift box, showed a childish smile, and said happily: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Rimbaud."

She bowed her head to untie the ribbon, and opened the box. The carton used for packaging was not big, and there were not too many desserts in it. Macaron, Montblanc, Brioche... only one or two of each , The desserts are so small and exquisite that they look like finely crafted works of art.

At first glance, it looks like my favorite high-end dessert... It's just a little too little, no, it's too little, Hill thought depressingly.

Dessert, something so pleasant to the mind and body, is not an exaggeration to regard it as a main meal.

Sniffing the incomparably alluring sweet fragrance from the tip of his nose, Hill suddenly sighed.

"Why, don't you like it?" Rimbaud's soft voice could hear a trace of tension.

The waiter next to him was a member of the port mafia. Although he didn't dare to watch the interaction between the two directly, he kept paying attention to this side all the time.

To be honest, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t dare to imagine that the leader of Rimbaud—this world-class high-ranking supernatural user would show nervousness because of such a trivial matter. You must know that Mr. Rimbaud is not as scary as Mr. Dazai revealed , but also notoriously never put anyone in his eyes.

and so……

As expected of Miss Hill!

Possesses the wondrous power to make the impossible possible.

Looking at Rimbaud who was a little nervous, Hill blinked, and then said with a sense of loss in his tone: "I'm just sorry, these little snacks are too delicate, it's a pity to eat them, but if you don't eat them, they will go bad soon... ..."

"..." Rimbaud frowned, as if he didn't expect Hill to think so.

"Well, it's better to store it in Mr. Rimbaud's different space first, and enjoy it for a while before eating it." Hill said regretfully, looking at the snack box in his hand, he couldn't bear to hand it back to Rimbaud.

"... Hill." Rimbaud felt that he seemed to understand what she meant, and then raised his eyes with a smile that could not be restrained, and looked at her little eyes that implied anticipation. He sighed, feeling sorry for this little guy. Put on some dessert and put on a play for him.

When he went out for a trip, he certainly wouldn't just bring back such a box of presents. He stored the others in a different space, and would bring a box to Hill from time to time after he was ready--Sill obviously saw this.

The reason why he did this was because he knew that if all of them were given to this sweet-loving little girl, they would all be resolved in less than a day, and by that time, he probably wouldn't even have a bite of the three meals.

It was rare for him to agree with Mori Ogai about Hill's restriction on sweets.

But...replacing a meal with dessert shouldn't be a problem, eh.

In a blink of an eye, the long table was already filled with delicate dessert boxes.

Hill was sitting at the table, with elegant and elegant movements but quickly ate the desserts. Rimbaud was half leaning on the table, looking at her with folded arms and a smile. Although neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was unusually harmonious. Subconsciously lighten his steps.

"Mr. Rimbaud." After closing the empty box, Hill turned to look at Rimbaud.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Rimbaud brings me presents every time he travels on business."

"Ah... um." He had no one to worry about, and when he subconsciously saw something, he always felt that Hill might like it.

It may be an accessory or a beautiful dress, or it may be a flower, a box of snacks or something.

Someone once did the same to him, but he doesn't really want to remember it anymore.

"Mr. Rimbaud, do you still remember Mr. Paul Verlaine who was your partner in the Huangba spit mission?" Hill asked suddenly.

"..." Rimbaud's eyes sank, he slowly lowered his head to stare at Hill, and asked softly from his throat, "Huh?"

"He's not dead." Hill stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a letter signed by Paul Verlaine, addressed to Chuya Central Plains.

Slowly taking the letter from Hill, Rimbaud looked at the handwriting on the kraft paper envelope, but he didn't seem to read anything. There was a black hole in Amber's eyes that slowly rotated, constantly absorbing the surrounding light. At this moment, The coercion around him was extremely heavy.

Centering on the long table where Lamberhill was, the sense of oppression radiated to the surrounding circles. People who were close to him felt as if their heads had been inserted into a sealed jar for a while, and the suffocation was constantly oppressing the lungs.

Koyo Ozaki was wearing an orange kimono decorated with maple leaves, her bright orange hair was pulled up delicately, glamorous and seductive, at this moment she was smiling and chatting with Mori Ogai beside her.

Suddenly, the two turned their heads to look in the direction of Rimbaud at the same time, their eyes were wary, but when they saw Hill was there, they couldn't help but relax to varying degrees.

"What's wrong with Lanbo-kun?" Koyo Ozaki raised his eyebrows.

"Well, maybe it's because I found out that my best friend who had died suddenly came back to life, so I'm very excited." Mori Ogai sipped the red wine in his glass and said nonchalantly.

"That look doesn't seem to be excited, Ogai-sama." After saying this, Ozaki Koyo changed the subject, seeing Mori Ogai's calmness, he probably knew something.

But what does it have to do with her?

Although they are both cadres, she really doesn't want to get in touch with Rambo. This person doesn't care about everything around him, except for Hill.

But the little girl Hill is indeed a pain in the ass, thinking of this, Koye Ozaki's eyes softened.

And the other side.

The space seemed to be split apart. Unlike the lively voice of Mori Ogai pushing glasses and changing glasses, Rimbaud was silent here, and only Hill's voice could be heard for a while.

"Mr. Rimbaud?" Hill looked worriedly at the long-haired youth who was shunned by the people around him.

Sure enough, I still care about it, betrayal by trusted people or something.

"Heh... life is really hard."

Holding the envelope inexplicably, the familiar handwriting made him very sure that the person was still alive. Rimbaud laughed softly, closed his eyes, and said without emotion: "Since it has become a corpse in memory, It should be completely buried in the depths of memory and forgotten."

"Hmm." Hill tilted his head, and suddenly said happily: "I'm going to collect information about Mr. Verlaine, and then we'll go and get rid of him together!"

At this time, Hill was like a child who proposed to catch earthworms with his little friend, with a little excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

"Ah, no need for Hill." Rimbaud raised his eyes, and became the gentle Mr. Rimbaud familiar to Hill again, "It's not worth traveling for this kind of person, since I wrote this letter, he will always come To Yokohama."

... When the time comes, he will personally get rid of this former "best friend".

He let go of his hand, and the letter written by Verlaine himself fell down impressively. The mid-air was suddenly enveloped by a golden different space that suddenly appeared. Accompanied by the crisp sound of glass breaking, the same and different space shattered and disappeared completely. .

"..."

Facing his neat and indifferent series of actions, Hill was startled.

"What?" Rimbaud asked puzzled seeing that Hill had been looking in the direction where the letter disappeared.

"Well, the letter... Brother Chuya doesn't seem to have read it yet."

Although when he called to inquire about him, he let Hill deal with it casually, but the letter that the person concerned didn't even read was broken into pieces, and there was not even a slag left... It's a bit unreasonable, cough.

"...That's it."

Rimbaud responded blankly, and seemed to feel that his behavior was a little too much. It turned out that Mr. Zhongyuan hadn't read it yet.

Then he and Hill stared at the ground worriedly.

Maybe he had just torn up the letter and had a chance to save it?