Natsume's Little Mister

Until returning to the bedroom and meditating alone for a long time, the warm feeling in Natsume's heart was still rippling.

It's like the first flower of spring when the bone-piercing glacier meets the first flower, like the faint yellow paper lanterns floating on the silent night, or like holding your hand silently behind your back when you fall into the deep sea...

Teacher Cat squatted by the window, her fat body moved a few times, a gust of wind came in through the crack of the window, rolling the petals and fragrance of spring flowers in the courtyard.

The pollen fell to the tip of his nose, causing him to sneeze several times.

Natsume knelt at the table, pink and white petals fell on his book and pen.

Looking out of the window from the inside of the house, the stars in the sky and the spring scenery all over the courtyard together constitute a quiet night. The silver light of the moon sprinkled in front of the window. In the moonlight, he saw the little monster living in the courtyard bowing to him under the tree. .

Teacher Cat jumped into his arms and nestled in his arms, hooking Natsume's fair wrist with its fluffy tail.

Natsume stroked Mr. Kitty's smoother hair, a heartfelt sense of belonging welled up in his heart.

How can such peace be destroyed?

The city of Yokohama has many shortcomings, but it is also a city they guard. It would be wrong for outsiders to intervene.

"Mr. Sen from the port should be here soon? If you don't come, I'll go find him myself."

Xia Mu looked towards the direction of the hidden compartment of the closet, and many thoughts flashed through her mind.

The news of the yellow fox was quickly sent back to the headquarters of the Conjurer's Association, which aroused the fury of the upper echelons.

At the same time, a first-level spell spirit appeared in an underground organization that was somewhat connected with the port. A magician went to deal with it, and found a special message in a piece of ruins.

This piece of information is related to the "Firefly", which caused an uproar in the literary world some time ago.

The aftermath personnel who received the message from the conjurer didn't take it seriously, but because they were curious about celebrities, they played it as a decryption game in their spare time.

At this moment, he still doesn't know how much thunder is hidden in this message.

Before the curse spirit erupted, the underground organization was already empty.

When the conjurer came over, Zhongyuan Zhong, who was on a business trip, was also on a tall building in the distance, watching them quietly.

Natsume's shallow breathing came from the earphones.

"The fish is already hooked."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his wine glass, and the red wine swayed in the glass with an intoxicating color.

Everything is dormant, waiting for the opportunity to erupt.

Natsume is not the only conjurer in Yokohama. Below him, there are some low-level conjurers and staff responsible for the operation of the association.

Recently, there have been frequent occurrences of spells in Yokohama, and the higher-ups of the Conjurer Association used this as an excuse to transfer these low-level conjurers away and send some higher-level conjurers over.

The team that had been partners for four years was in chaos in an instant, and the birth rate of conjurers in the crowd was extremely high, so each conjurer inevitably developed his own temper during the process.

It was very difficult to integrate the team, especially since the newcomers were higher-level conjurers who secretly represented various factions.

Today you call support, and I’ll be 5 minutes late; tomorrow you’re nearby, and I’ll bring a spell to chat with you; or I’ll treat you to a drink to bond with each other;

Natsume sat in the movie hall and sighed deeply after finishing another curse event in the movie theater.

On the big screen, the characters in the movie are still flirting with each other, but in the theater, the smell of blood is still lingering.

The surveillance camera had already been broken to the ground, and the "tent" had been put down. In the dim light, a person slowly approached behind Natsume.

Wearing the traditional costume of Mafia at the port, he seemed to blend into the thick darkness. The blood-red scarf and amethyst-like eyes added a little romance and style to him.

The other party sat down amidst the lingering background music, sitting on Natsume's left.

The atmosphere is a little bit stagnant and sticky, like dark clouds that cannot be dispersed, and the gray haze makes people feel depressed.

"Natsume-kun, or——superior conjurer-sama." Mori Ogai's unique aria sounded after the end of the song.

Natsume stretched out his hand sideways, his brows and eyes were calm, as if it wasn't him who had just gone through a battle.

"Mr. Mori, nice to meet you."

Mori Ogai looked at Natsume with great interest, as if he was looking at something gorgeous, without taking his eyes off it.

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be the person I've been looking for for so long. When Chuya came to tell me, I was really shocked. It really was the shadow under the candlelight, which people unconsciously ignored. .”

Mori Ogai said so, but his tone didn't fluctuate much, it must have been exaggerated.

"I remember that four years ago, you should be 14 years old. You came to a city alone and stationed there. It was really hard for you to stay there for four years."

Mori Ogai is a real fan of Yokohama. He has a very good attitude towards Natsume, a fellow who silently guards Yokohama in the dark like him.

Especially knowing that Yokohama is likely to face a crisis next, his current attitude can be said to be once in a lifetime.

Natsume pursed her lips uncomfortably, and looked away.

Mori Ogai smiled, looking dazed.

"I was still studying at your age, how long did it take before I realized that I love this city and protect her even in the dark?

It seems that you are much older than you are now.

I went to the army///team for a few rounds, but in the end I was the only one who took in me who had nothing..."

At this moment, Mori Ogai let go of the power of the leader of Mafia. In the lingering film, he seems to be standing on the top floor of the port building, overlooking this bustling and backward city, with crazy obsession deep in his eyes.

Maybe this city is his love.This thought suddenly flashed in Natsume's mind.

That's right, how could uncle's disciple really be a completely dark character?

I'm afraid it's just a dark identity to guard the city.

"You can call me senior brother." Mori Ogai took off his gloves and rubbed Natsume's hair.

"Brother." Natsume knew that Mori Ogai was giving him a step up.

"Port Mafia is a profit-oriented organization through and through, which is the premise of everything."

"Then let's talk about the crisis you mentioned that Yokohama may encounter next."

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!