[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

"Maggie." Kuroro knocked on the door of the room of the only female member of his family.

Maggie opened the door, looking at her head with big cat eyes, expressionless.

"There are some things." He stepped aside, and Xia Ke and Paconoda stood in the hall.

"Question one." Kuroro looked at Maggie and the knight who had digested that memory, and cleared his mind, "His purpose." He touched his left chest, and could feel the strong beating of his heart.

His dark eyes looked at the knight.

"Even without us, he can leave here." The knight knocked his head, "The person who got off the airship with him is still in the eighth district, and there is no response from the Council of Elders. He can completely follow that person leave."

"The main purpose of his coming here is definitely not us." The knight added, paused, and said again: "If the second condition of contacting him is, maybe his purpose is those who have the ability to read."

"I've thought about the relationship between the Elders' Council and the eighth district now—it's a bit complicated." Kuroro pondered for a while, "As for the ability to read, I don't think he has the ability to subdue so many."

"Maybe I just need to understand." The green eyes rolled, "One more thing, he can't read, but he can perceive the power of thoughts."

Kuroro nodded, "I know he has no mind power." That's why he was allowed to get close to him or even touch him. Suddenly, the young leader seemed to have thought of something and frowned, "Question [-], what does his action mean? , will it have any effect on me?"

He looked at Maggie, and he was slightly relieved after getting a negative answer from the other party, but he didn't suppress his caring thoughts.

"Question three, what will he do when he arrives in the eighth district, where there are his companions."

"Not necessarily a companion." The knight looked at Maggie.

Maggie gave him a cool look: "I don't know."

"..." Xia Ke blinked, "Well, it seems that the relationship between them is complicated, but at least there is a high probability that Jalan Nord will not betray us."

"I have a question." Maggie intervened in the conversation between the two think tanks, "If his goal is to read the ability, after the knight leads him to find those who have the ability, will he go back on his word?"

"I have restrictions." At some point, Kuroro opened the Thief's Ultimate Intent, and glanced at the knight: "It can only be used three times, and one of them was used up when I was robbing the old man in District [-]. "

And two more.

The ability to restrict is very rare. Kuroro tries to use his brain to solve problems that can be solved with his mind, and he doesn't really want to consume his ability to restrict.

"Restrictions." The knight was stunned for a moment, as if remembering what happened that time, he touched his nose in a daze.

Kuroro raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkled: "The controlling party and the controlled party have three seconds of physical contact."

Knight, Maggie, Pike: "..."

"The controlling party and the controlled party know each other's names."

"The restricting party makes an agreement with the constrained party."

"The restricting party must not restrict the mind power of the restricted party."

Kuroro touched the bandage on his head, and smiled lightly: "What a coincidence."

Knight, Maggie, Pike: "..."

"As long as he doesn't rebel at this time, it doesn't matter." Kuroro held his chin, squinted his eyes, and looked at the glimmering sky outside the window, "I have high expectations for him."

Entering the eighth district under blockade is not as difficult as imagined, no matter how tight the blockade is, there are dead ends.

For Xia Chuan who owns the map, the loopholes have been magnified a lot.

The most conspicuous place in the eighth district should be the square in the center where the airship is parked.

A place that is not visible but easy to be found... Xia Chuan shuttled through the eighth district at night, moving towards the central area.

He entered Meteor Street from the eighth district, and the proven area in the central area on the map is not small.

Pariston stood by the window, watching the black shadows flashing by in the square, his eyes widened slightly, and they bent a beautiful arc in the next moment.

It seems like a good time to talk to the group of teenagers in the Ninth District, and to inform the head of the Eighth District, who is negotiating with the Elders Council and who is unaware of the actions of the Phantom Brigade, to be careful of the fire in the backyard.

Xia Chuan hid in a corner, turned his head to look at the house on one side, and frowned.

The line of sight just now should not be an illusion, but he found that there was no movement... Xia Chuan looked at the map and was slightly relieved to find that it was just a moving white dot.

The night is still dark, and there are no stars or lights on the night of Meteor Street.

Each district has warehouses for storing materials, but the defense is very strong. After all, the most important thing in Meteor Street is food and water.

Xia Chuan is confident that he can send things into the warehouse without anyone noticing, but how can others find out...

and many more.

It seems that Kuroro only asked him to put it in a good place and didn't say that people should find it, right?Xia Chuan rubbed his face, looked at the warehouse marked on the map, and pursed his lips.

The supplies from the Council of Elders arrived in the eighth district two days later than they arrived in the seventh district—that is to say, the pile of supplies would be discovered two days later at the latest.

And it was discovered by other members of the Presbyterian Church together with people from the Eighth District.

Even if someone could realize that it was a frame-up, it might not be easy for the head of the Seventh District, who felt that he had been slapped in the face and immersed in a rage, to notice this.

Kuroro probably planned to leave when District [-] was in chaos.

Insidious enough.

But at the same time, it also means that he needs to find as many psychics nearby as possible within two days.

Xia Chuan compared the distance, and approached the warehouse in catlike steps.

……

"Late night visit..." Kuroro closed the book, looked out the window, the white light in his hand was extinguished, and the space once again sank into the gnawing darkness.

Pariston held his chin up, sensitively aware of the sudden wave of thoughts in the hall, and smiled as if he didn't care at all, "Sorry, I just came to see the Phantom Troupe."

People who grew up on Meteor Street have much better vision in the dark than other people. They must have the ability to defend themselves based on the movements of blurred figures when encountering sneak attacks at night.

"By the way, you two have a brief exchange." As soon as Paris's call ended, a corner of the hall lit up.

Pike lit a lamp and placed it on the low table that was shaking a little in front of Kuroro.

Only then did Pariston have the opportunity to look at the excellent young leader who had been repeatedly mentioned by intelligence.

He has black hair and black eyes, a bandage that is very scarce in Meteor Street is tied on his forehead, and there is a layer of not-so-light cyan under his eyes. He is holding a book in his hand, with thick calluses growing between his fingers, and the wraps on his body are very stable.

The Phantom Troupe has always been very mysterious. Among this young group, only four people have been known to the outside world to have the ability to read.

And what he sees now, although some of them are not very stable, but in terms of readability, they are definitely outstanding among their peers.

Pariston retracted his gaze, and naturally sat opposite Kurolo.

The young leader put the book in his hand aside, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the person sitting opposite him with his chin up.

Smiling tiger, the absolute use is very good, the strength should be good.The clothes on his body are very decent, just like Jialan Nord, and he doesn't have the same breath as the residents of Meteor Street-although there is also a bloody smell, it is relatively peaceful.

Probably the breath revealed by the strong man outside is like this.

"Palliston—a hunter." The blond hunter smiled with a sinister arc.

"Krollo Rushiru, the head of the Phantom Troupe."

When we met, I introduced myself. This is the etiquette outside. Kuroro paused, and quickly went through the thief's ultimate intention to have the ability to exchange names.

"Where's Nord?" Pariston raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, "I thought he would be here with you."

Kuroro's lips were pursed into a line, and the end was slightly raised, "Didn't you see him?"

Pariston laughed, sat upright and looked at Kuroro, a few strands of blond hair drooped down, blurring his vision: "What do you hope to gain from Nord?" He said, "I'm very important Senior, please take good care of him."

Kuroro looked at Pariston with distressed expression on his face, smiled and did not speak.

"Well……"

"I also want to know what purpose Jalan Nord has for approaching us." Kuroro cut off Pariston's words.

Pariston was stunned for a moment, and said, "He approached you?" Immediately, he looked at Kuroro with a strange look - blatantly, and said "tsk tsk" with emotion: "He is so courageous!" .”

Kuroro raised his eyebrows and didn't ask any more questions, but he paid more attention to the previous things.

Pariston rubbed his blond hair, "Let's get down to business." He said, "I want to establish a connection with Meteor Street."

Kuroro smiled, "You should talk to the Council of Elders—or the head of District Eight."

"I thought you also needed a more solid backing, both inside Meteor Street and outside." Pariston looked at Kuroro's unchanged smiling face, leaned forward slightly, and added: "After you leave Meteor Street."

Kuroro looked at the person sitting across from him again.

The light on the table jumped slightly, Kuroro's eyelashes cast a shadow on his slightly squinted eyes, which were dark and without light.

"How much do you know?" After a pause, he asked again: "How much do you know?"