[Tutor] Hello sir, goodbye sir

The sky was gray, and the cold and damp air mixed with the sea breeze was flowing in the streets and alleys. The spiderless webs among the branches trembled slightly with the wind, and the crystal water vapor hanging from the webs was about to fall. A few teenagers stood in the dilapidated In front of the building, it looks like an old oil painting.

What Cozart said really touched his heart.

Sicily is the mafia's paradise, every day there will be bloodshed in the towns and cities, this situation can't be changed by them alone.

What they need is an organization, a group that is united and strong enough to stand against any evil.

The town needs protectors, it needs justice.

Forming a self-defense force is indeed the most feasible way at present.

But can he really do what Cozart said, be a good leader, play the role of protecting the weak, and shoulder the word of justice?

The crackling raindrops hit the ground, and the already disturbed thoughts made the rain even more disorderly.The neon lights in the distance glow lonely and softly in the pattering rain.

Just when he was in a tangled situation, someone gently held his hand.

The pale-faced young man smiled softly at him, and some cold hands made him inexplicably at ease.

"...Melansa?"

", before you think about everything, can you send me back first? The wound will become inflamed if it is soaked in rain..."

"!!!"

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It felt very comfortable to touch the soft bed again. The doctor at Lanbao's family changed the bandages and medicine for me, saying that as long as I had a good rest, I would be fine within half a month.

Sitting on the edge of my bed apologetically. "I'm sorry, Melanza... for hurting you..."

"Look at what you said, I voluntarily blocked the gun for you."

Although I said so, in my heart I scolded the animal that pushed me out a hundred times a hundred times!

Thanks to only one bullet in the gun, if there are more bullets, I will hang there o(>﹏<)o

"What do you think, Melanza, about the formation of the Self-Defense Force?"

"Of course I support your decision."

"However, you have to be clear about one thing." I took his hand and put it on the wound. "If you decide to form a self-defense force, maybe the wound will be on yourself next time. Of course, this may happen more than once. I It is impossible to stop for you every time, you need to become very strong, strong enough to protect others in addition to protecting yourself, so I hope you will carefully consider this matter."

"I know, Melanza."

The sea blue eyes are bright and dazzling. "I will not let this happen again, I will become stronger and protect each of you, trust me."

"Of course I do."

Another person might not believe me, but I must believe it.

You must know that he is the first generation of Vengley. o(╯□╰)o

Cozat tucked the quilt up for me thoughtfully, "Okay, don't delay Melanza's rest, let's go out and talk."

Lan Bao nodded and followed out. Before leaving, he specially warned:

"We're in the living room outside, call us if you need anything."

"it is good."

The door closed, and the room returned to cleanliness. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Conjurers are usually weaker than ordinary people in physique and have poor recovery ability, but they are much stronger in spirit, which also leads to the fact that I don't feel sleepy at all after tossing for so long. =

There is no detailed statement in the comics about ascending the throne of the first generation and establishing Pengel.

I don't know what will happen during this period, and I don't know if I will be cannon fodder during the establishment of Vongola, but I want to help him, even if there is no Melanza Cecilia left in this history name.

"I can't see that your consciousness is quite high."

"!!!"

The sound that appeared out of thin air made me sit up from the bed with a "crack", and then lay back with an "ow"...

It hurts...

Pain.../(tot)/~~

"Don't do such big moves when you're injured."

It's that voice again.

Could it be a ghost in broad daylight?

Why didn't that bastard Lan Bao tell me that his house is a haunted house!

"Please, can you rely on your ideas?"

Fuck me, this guy can read minds.

Slowly sitting up on the bed, I looked around, "...Since you have already talked, why hide yourself?"

"Too."

With the voice, a cloud of white mist began to appear in front of me, and then it became thicker and thicker. Finally, a two-headed baby with a bandage on his face sat on my lap, and a transparent pacifier rested on his neck. hanging.

Bermuda Von Wickenhudaine!

Transparent nipples! (⊙o⊙)

The corner of the mouth under the Bermuda bandage seemed to be hooked, "Oh, it seems that you know me, a visitor from another world."

"Don't you know my background very well, Avenger, or should I call you Mr. Bermuda?"

"I even know that I am an Avenger, it seems that I have underestimated you."

"Well, I just know a little bit." I grinned at him, "I don't know why you come to me?"

"It was you who summoned me."

What?

I scratched my ears, "I don't seem to understand what you just said..."

"You summoned me," he repeated, holding out his hand to me. "If you don't believe me, look."

I held his hand with some hesitation, and put it together with mine, his hand was simply disproportionately small.

The moment our hands touched, the pacifier around his neck suddenly glowed.

And the shadow of the transparent color pacifier, which is as illusory as his, appeared on my chest out of thin air, intersecting with it.

"A strange successor..." Bermuda was obviously surprised.

"What successor do you mean?"

He withdrew his hand and looked at me with burning eyes, "I mean, you are my successor. This is the first time I have seen a successor with a pacifier."

"Me? Inherit you?" I pointed at myself in surprise, "?"

Bermuda nodded.

Are you kidding me?

Shouldn't it be the strongest in the present age? Could it be that my useless level is also mixed into the strongest queue?

"You have a good idea." Bermuda hit me mercilessly, "Is the third power of 7 broken, and you will be chosen as my successor?"

"!!!"

"If you go on like a good-for-nothing like you, I guess it will be folded here before the inheritance ceremony."

"That's right, I don't want to be a little baby who can't even [beep——]."

The corner of Bermuda's mouth twitched obviously, and he gave me a shudder, "Shut up, or I'll let you hang here now!"

"..."/(tot)/~~

So, with a big bag on my head, I listened to him balabala talking about the settings of the transparent pacifiers that were not mentioned in the comics.

"It is a human pillar created to protect the pacifier, and the transparent pacifier is free from the 7rd power of 3, using the taboo attribute, and is endowed with the ability to start and stop the 7rd power of 3. The holding power of each generation of transparent pacifier Some are in charge of the Avengers prison as the warden, guarding the rules in the mafia domain and maintaining the balance of the world."

"Of course, these abilities also have a price. When using attribute flames, there are many constraints, and the blood flow in the whole body of the pacifier holder will tend to coagulate, which will cause the heart to beat very slowly, and will die from lack of oxygen for a long time. "

"Although the curse can make up for this defect. But as time goes by, the body will not be able to bear the burden of the curse, and it will start to have a bad effect on the pacifier, which is the erosion of life. The power of the pacifier will swallow up my sanity and eventually become a container of power. .”

"You kept the pacifier in your body for so long in adult form, and only experienced symptoms of slow growth, probably due to the delicate balance between the curse and your existence itself, but because your curse is incomplete, the pacifier cannot materialize."

"If you complete the inheritance and accept the curse, you may be the last generation of transparent pacifiers."

"...I have said so much, but you are talking!"

Another burst.

"Didn't you tell me to shut up!"

This time it's all right, the bags are symmetrical.

"Then let me tell you now..." Bermuda felt that the pear on his head was really big.

"You mean, I'm going to live as a transparent pacifier forever?"

I pointed to my nose tremblingly.

"I mean maybe, maybe you will return to the original world."

"Then... just me, can I be the warden?"

"Of course you can't do it now, but..." Bermuda's bandage-wrapped mouth twitched, "I will use my method to train you to be a qualified warden."

"!!!"

A drop of cold sweat fell on my forehead.

How did this governess pattern fall on me...

Could it be that all of them have a tendency to s?

Although I'm as useless as Ganga, I can't stand this setting >_

"If I become the warden... can I not wrap my face with a bandage?"

"...This is up to you."

"Ah, by the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you." ← Bermuda smiled slyly.

"Wh, what's the matter?" ← I was trembling.

"Do you remember how you got this injury?"

"Yes, someone pushed me..."

"Want to know who pushed you?"

"...Who?"

"I."

Oh, I said, it turned out to be you.

You're the only bastard next door to Mary who can do such an immoral thing.

You deserve it for the rest of your life you can't [beep——]! ! !

"Aw——pain, pain, pain..."

Bermuda kicked me down and stepped on my wound swaggeringly: "Next time if you speak rudely, you will go to hell~~"

"Ugh..."

"If you take a bite, you will take it. If that golden-haired boy dies, he will be in trouble in the future."

Look at what you said, life is life, my life is not life, tat

Could it be that my mission here is to block bullets and act as a meat shield for people who are shot?

Why is my life so hard...

"Well, although it would be troublesome for me if you were to die... But in that case, it won't hurt if you get shot."

"It's really nothing. You want me to take as many shots as you want. Please lift up your old man's feet first, okay? Something will really happen to me in a while!!!"~~o(>_ <)o~~