The Poisoned Apple of Port Mafia

When the two opened their eyes, they saw a creature about the size of the book appeared in front of them.

A round, glowing white ball floated in front of them.

Then he circled around 'Fran' when he was a child, as if he was identifying something.

Finally stopped in front of 'Fran' who was a child.

[Please enter your game rules. ]

It was without any emotion, and could not distinguish between male and female voices.

It was the first time for little 'Fran' to encounter this kind of situation. He looked at the white ball, jumped up, reached out and grabbed the little white ball, and tore it off.

Then he put the white ball in the palm of his hand and began to pat it back and forth, "What is this? It looks easy to hit." As he spoke, he hit the ground and began to pat it back and forth.

Fran on the side looked at the sky at 45 degrees. He was really a good boy who loved sports when he was young.

If Zhong also knew, he wouldn't say he was lazy.

You must know that he is not going to do some irrelevant sports without special circumstances.

It was probably the first time that the white ball had encountered such a situation, and the originally calm voice became panicked.

[Please don't move like this. ]

"It's more fun than the ball grandma made." Little 'Fran' ignored the voice and continued to pat the ball happily.

[No. 10078, please stop your actions. ]

Fran, who was admiring the lively figure of little 'Fran', saw little 'Fran' who suddenly stopped moving after hearing the words of the white ball.

"Yes." The rich expression on the face of little 'Fran' disappeared in an instant. At this time, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes that were originally full of spirit were now as dull as a doll. "Number 10078 obeys the order."

What's happening here?

Fran frowned slightly, and his eyes stopped on the upper body of little 'Fran', because the clothes that little 'Fran' wore were white sleeveless bottoming shirts with a thin layer of cloth, so they would fade away after getting wet. It became very transparent, so Fran saw the wound that should not have appeared on the little 'Fran'.

The wound on his chest and heart should have appeared when he was nine years old, but the little 'Fran' in front of him looks only four or five years old, how could this wound appear on his body?

While Fran was thinking, the surrounding environment changed again. The place he was in now was a room that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Where he is now is where he lived before he was six years old, the house where he lived with his grandmother.

Fran looked down at his fleshy hands, then at his short legs, this body...

Relying on his memory, Fran came to his grandma's bedroom. He stood on the stool, looked at himself in the mirror, and blinked, "Hmm..." He looked four or five years old in the mirror.

It's the same as 'him' when I was a child, but...

Fran pulled up his shirt and found that there was no wound on his upper body. So, this is his body?

Fran tilted his head, but what was going on with him now, he was a little confused.

"Fran." The familiar kind voice belonging to Grandma Fran sounded in the memory, and the familiar French with a country flavor, "It's time to eat."

"Come—" Fran replied in the same French, "me's going now."

Fran jumped off the stool, went to the kitchen by memory, sat on his own small wooden chair, and waited for grandma's meal.

But I guess it was cream stew and baguette hard enough to kill people as I remembered.

Fran shook his short legs. Although he didn't know what was going on, Fran was still looking forward to seeing his only relative, even though it might be a fake.

"It's ready to eat." The old woman who was the same as Fran remembered came over with a plate. After putting the plate down, she wiped her hands with the apron on her body, and then she sat down when Fran thought she was going to sit down. When the time came, she turned around and yelled, "Fran, come and sit down too."

flange?

Fran looked at the little boy who walked in from the door. The little boy's face was exactly the same as his, but there was a smile on his face.

"Okay, grandma." Fran responded obediently, and sat down beside Fran at the same time, "Fran, you're back."

Fran looked at Fran without saying a word,

"Fran, when your brother is talking to you, you have to answer, otherwise it will be impolite." Grandma said with disapproval on her face.

"Me's brother?" Fran tilted his head, and he looked at Fran beside him, "Is that him? But I don't remember that I have a brother."

"Fran, are you still angry because I broke your things?" Fran expressed aggrieved expression.

"Fran." Grandma's face was full of disapproval.

"Voi! Where's that kid, Fran?!" Spellby frowned, and he realized that he hadn't seen that kid Fran in the past two days.

They didn't answer the phone either.

"Hehehe, the prince doesn't know." Bell crossed his hands behind his head, looked at the huge screen in front of him, and said nonchalantly, "I guess he died in some corner, hehehe, anyway, it has nothing to do with the prince. "

"You kid, didn't you take the opportunity to deal with him when the two of you went out to find the base last time?" Spelby looked at Bell suspiciously.

This kid is not restless at all.

"This prince..."

Before Bell finished speaking, Spelby waved his hand, "Forget it, boy

If you think about it carefully, you can't beat him at all. "

"That's what the prince asked him to do!" Bell was unconvinced.

"Voi! Did any of you see him?" Spelby ignored Bell and turned to the others in the living room.

"Report! Captain Spelby! Lord Fran left two days ago! He said he has something to do!" replied a low-level person in charge of packing up.

"what's up?"

"Report! Lord Farren didn't say anything!"

"Tsk." Spelby clicked his tongue. He originally wanted to find Fran for something, but he didn't expect to find anyone. "When will you be back?"

"This..." The man pursed his lips as if he didn't know what to say.

"Why are you hesitating?! If I ask you a question, you can just answer me!" Spellbi was upset.

"Master Farren said... said..."

"What?!" Spelby yelled loudly, "Didn't you eat? Louder!"

"He said...he might not come back!" the man replied with his eyes closed.

"what?!"

"Hee hee hee? Escaping?" Bell looked over, "Are you going to hunt him down? Captain Spelby."

"What the hell is going on?!" Spelby was furious. The main reason why they came to Japan was because of the book that Fran said could change the world. As long as they got that book, they could make their boss xanxus become Peng. Gretchen, now they are the only ones who know about that book and they are gone?

"Mammon." Spelby called Mammon who had nothing to do with him.

Now you have to use Mammon's ability to find Fran.

"Mm, 100 euros for one time." Mamon said.

"Understood, I'll give it to you when I find it." Spelby waved his hand.

"Mum." Mamon floated in the air, took out the roll of paper and started to activate his abilities.

"It's disgusting no matter how many times I watch it." Bell held his chin.

"Then don't look at it." Spelby glanced.

"Mm...how could it be?" Mamun looked at the paper in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Spelby asked.

"I can't find it." The paper in Mamon's hand did not show the current location of Fran.

"what?!"

"Hee hee hee, it's because I haven't used it for a long time, so it won't work?" Bell gloated at the side.

"Impossible." Mamon said, even if he hasn't used this simple ability for a long time, it is impossible for him not to know it.

"Then what's going on?" Spellby frowned.

"Mm, there are two possibilities."

"Say."

Bell on the side also came over with interest, sat on the sofa beside him and listened.

"Either he is dead, or this person doesn't exist in the first place," Mamon said.

"Isn't it possible that some other illusionist concealed his tracks?" asked Spelby.

"Mm, that's impossible." Mamon said angrily, "There are not many illusionists in this world who can hide me."

"Illusionist, speaking of this, this prince remembered it. Before this prince met a guy who looked like Fran and was as annoying as Fran. That guy seemed to be an illusionist too," Bell said.

Those two people look exactly alike, and it's impossible to say that it doesn't matter.

"You mean that kid?" After hearing Bell's description, Spelby also remembered the kid he met that night, "That guy seems to be called [fran] too."

"Oh?"

"Besides, that book seems to be on that kid's body." Spelby scratched his hair a little irritably, "But I don't know what that book is like, and I asked Fran to read it at that kid's house before. , but nothing was gained.”

"Mum, that kind of thing is usually put in the safe or carried with you?" For Mamon, if the book was in his hands, he would carry it with him and keep it with him.

"Fran said that the book was on that fran's body, but the boy said that it was a lie when he said it was thrown in the trash."

"Hee hee hee, why bother to think about this? Why don't you just catch him?"

"That kid is one of the five major cadres of the Port Mafia." It's not that Spelby didn't think about arresting Fran directly, but now they, Balian, came to Japan to 'perform a mission'. Come, it will provoke the conflict between Vengley and the port mafia, and then the ninth generation of Vengley will find out their true purpose.

The reason why they were able to all come to Japan was because Fran didn't know what he said to Kudaimu, so that Kudaimu nodded and agreed to let all of them in Balian come to Japan.

"It's just the port mafia, the prince is not afraid." Bell crossed his hands and held the back of his head, "We are Balian."

"Chuya Chuya, don't you remember?" Spelby asked expressionlessly.

"…Remember."

"This kid was raised by Chuya Chuya, and you should know how much Chuya Chuya protects his weaknesses." Spelby raised his eyebrows, "If you want to go to the ICU again, go."

"..."