The found Tuo is three and a half years old

"……like?"

When the boy said this word, I unconsciously startled a bit.

I am no stranger to such vocabulary, after all, I was born in Yoshiwara, and the older sisters living there are born to make a living by "pleasing customers"-although there are also bad-tempered ones like Fallen Princess Girl, but that's only because for Luo Ji, the guests' likes are irrelevant.

She also once told me solemnly that she wanted to please Mr. Wu Mi, so that she could gain more power.

Likes, at least in my opinion, are essentially bargaining chips.That's why Fyodor's sudden "like" confuses me.

"Tip, is there anything you want?" I looked sideways and looked into the boy's eyes.I don't know if it was my illusion, but after I blurted out the words, the light in the boy's eyes seemed to dim slightly.

Strands of thin clouds floated from the sky, covering the moonlight even more hazy.The boy lowered his eyelashes, and after a brief silence, he asked back, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because likes can be used in exchange for benefits." I blinked, and I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what I said: "For example, if the sisters of Yoshihara can get the 'likes' of customers, they can earn more money. A lot of money, as well as Luo Ji, she said that as long as she can be liked by Lord Wu Mi, she can gain more power."

After a slight pause, I looked away, pretending to be calm and looking at the night sky: "Since Tip said he likes me, then there should be something he wants? Or what conditions do he want to talk about?"

"Well... But if it's tomorrow's lunch salad, don't put carrots in it, I can't do it, because Tip has been too picky lately, and now there are only carrots left in the refrigerator."

When I said these words, I felt a little nervous for no reason.I couldn't explain why I was nervous, but even if I adjusted my breathing secretly, the beating rhythm of my heart was still gradually accelerating to the point where I could hardly control it.

I don't know how Fyodor will answer.

I was even a little afraid that he would answer something that was unacceptable to me, although I also wanted to believe that the child I raised alone would not do anything excessive.

But Fyodor made no answer.The air fell into a silence, so the sound of the wind pulling the clouds in the sky seemed particularly abrupt.

In such silence, the sound of my heartbeat was too strong and frightening.Under the inexplicable anxiety, I sneaked a glance in Fyodor's direction, but saw the boy pursing his lips and staring at me intently.

Seeing me looking at him, Fyodor called softly: "Haruko."

The corners of the boy's lips drooped slightly, and that expressionless little face seemed to be filled with an inexplicable sullenness.But when he called my name, I seemed to hear a little smile.

"Haruko is wrong."

"What's wrong?" I retorted.

"Even according to what Haruko said, I should say 'I like'. I have something I want to give Haruko. I like Haruko, so I want to give Haruko a gift, and I want to protect Haruko—these are compared with power. It may seem like a trivial thing, and Haruko may not even need it, but I still can't help but want to give these to Haruko."

Fyodor's eyes were full of seriousness, and unconsciously, the distance between us seemed to be getting closer.

The sound of the heartbeat became more and more clear, but for a moment I couldn't tell whether the sound came from one of our chests.

"But Haruko seems to have some misunderstanding about the word 'like'." The boy's eyelashes trembled naturally, and the light and shadow in the purple pupils flickered, making it unpredictable: "At least Haruko and I have a good understanding of that word." Words are interpreted differently."

"'Like' does not require any exchange, and there is no request or charity. For me, I just feel that living with Haruko is very comfortable, and I want to continue living with Haruko in the future, that's all."

"What if you just think about it from such a simple point of view? Does Haruko like me?"

Fyodor's messy reasoning before was simply challenging the limit of my thinking ability, but the question he gave at the end was not complicated.

Since he said that the so-called "like" is to feel comfortable living together, then the answer to this question is almost ready to come out——

"I don't like it." I answered seriously.

Fyodor's expression seemed to froze for a moment, but I answered very confidently.

"Because it's very troublesome to live with Xiaofei!"

While wringing my fingers, I counted down unpleasant ones, twos, and threes of living with Fyodor——

"When I was living alone before, I never had to think about how to cook. I don't have to worry about cooking for tips, but tips are actually picky eaters!"

"Alexey gave you so many messy things, most of them you don't even look at, and you don't want me to help you get rid of them in the end?"

"When I usually go hunting, Tippy can't even catch up with rabbits. Last time, I was almost bitten by a lynx. In the end, I was asked to help. Obviously, Ivan and Gogol can beat bears!"

"Also, recently Tippy always snatches my quilt while sleeping, don't you know how to reflect on it?"

"The most important thing is... I'm a ghost! In order to cooperate with Tip's living habits, I actually have to get up during the day when I can't go out, and then use the good night to sleep, don't you think it's too much!"

"In short, life with Tip is terrible, not comfortable at all, so if you look at it this way, I really don't like Tip."

Fyodor's expression twitched a little, but in the end, he just turned his head away slightly, but didn't say anything.

Seeing his reaction, I suddenly felt a little flustered—although I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, but Fyodor wouldn’t feel sad if he was told “I don’t like it” in person, right?

Feeling guilty, I lightly poked his ribs.

"Hey, tip, are you all right?"

Unexpectedly, this poke directly blew the boy out of breath.

"It's okay." The boy's voice filled with laughter rang out, so I was finally relieved.

So he wouldn't care about this kind of insignificant chat.

I thought so.

Gogol disappeared after staying in my house for a few days, and he didn't even say hello when he left.That day I cooked meals for the four children as usual, and since Gogol disappeared, there was naturally more food left.

Fortunately, before dinner that day, Fyodor had just sent Ivan out for a whole day. According to Fyodor, Ivan was hungry right now, enough to eat food for two people. So the food that originally belonged to Gogol went into Ivan's bowl logically.

Although after dinner I saw Ivan stretched like a ball on the sofa, I also felt that something was wrong, but Fyodor said it’s okay, and Ivan himself said it’s okay, so I didn’t care too much Nosy.

Fyodor and Ivan also had some plans. I didn't pay much attention to them, but I also knew that this matter was related to the "Necromantic Society" that was in danger right now.

As for Tatsuhiko Shibusawa——as a "captive" detained by Fyodor, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was treated fairly well, but since he saw my cabin, the rich family The young master had disgust written all over his face, including the food I brought to the table, and that white-haired boy was always very disdainful.

And the most irritating thing is that this young man hates him, but his food and clothing costs are always the same. When he is asked, he always answers very confidently.

"—Since you don't like to eat this kind of food, why don't you eat it?"

"I'm hungry."

"—Since you don't like guest rooms, then don't live in them!"

"I'm sleepy."

... and so on.

But after all, there is a blue Bianhua flower behind him, so I can't afford to haggle over him.

I didn't want to talk to Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, but after being autistic for almost a week, that white-haired boy actually ran up to me on his own initiative.

Although the tone is still as arrogant as ever.

"Do you only have those few suits?"

"Huh?" I was a little puzzled.

But Tatsuhiko Shibusawa is right, I don’t have a few decent sets of clothes in total, even if I mix and match, there are always two days in a week where I have to wear the same clothes.

I am a ghost who has lived for more than 300 years anyway, and I have lost interest in these things for a long time, so after realizing what Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said, I answered back confidently:

"Any questions?"

"I designed new clothes. It must look better than the clothes you are wearing now." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised his chin, with a rather smug expression on his face.

"……what?"

I never expected this way of unfolding, and when I saw the white floral skirt made by that boy, I was shocked.

There was an inexplicable eagerness on the boy's face, and a pair of red eyes stared at my every move.

This situation made me a little embarrassed.

"That...Shibusawa...kun?" I looked back at the boy with some hesitation: "What about this skirt..."

Just halfway through the words, the expression on the boy's face suddenly showed signs of collapse, the corners of his lips twitched calmly, and Shibusawa Ryuhiko's eye circles even turned red.

It was almost as if I was about to cry.

"Ah, no nothing." I quickly waved my hand: "Just..."

"Thank you."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko's skill points in strange places made the distance between me and him inexplicably narrowed a lot, so that when he was picked up by his family, he even felt a little reluctant to part with him.

Looking at the five or six sets of clothes he left behind in just one month, my mood was a little delicate, but what I never expected was that every time he entrusted Fyodor to help him with errands, There will always be one or two sets of newly designed clothes sent to me every now and then, which is called "extra reward".

With Shibusawa boy's continuous efforts, my shabby wardrobe suddenly became lively.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's family brought blue Higan flowers as promised.That kind of thing that Mr. Wu Mi and his countless men have been looking for for more than a thousand years, when it was placed there, it looked no different from ordinary flowers.

Fyodor took the medicine prescription he got from Alexei and prepared it carefully, and actually made the medicine that is said to make ghosts completely overcome the sun.

After 300 years, when I walked in the sun for the first time, my mood was unexpectedly calm.

It's probably because I'm not very attached to such things. Although this has been my only goal for quite a long time in the past, when all this is realized, my feeling from the bottom of my heart is probably "" But that's all."

"That's great, Haruko." Fyodor let go of his clenched fist and stood in front of me.The boy's slender body cast a long shadow in front of me: "In this way, Haruko is no different from ordinary humans."

"so we……"

"Let's go live in the town together."

The boy's words are not just words.Within a few days, he took Ivan and I to the town.

Because of the "Necromancer Society", the streets of the small town are somewhat messy right now, and the faces of the occasional passers-by are also full of panic and uneasiness.

"The sins of this land..." Fyodor murmured while watching such a scene, "Let me offer the due punishment for the sins of this land."

I know that Fyodor came to the town not just because he wanted to move. In other words, if there is no special reason, Fyodor would not have proposed such a thing as "moving to the town".

And his reasons, even I quickly understood.

The battle went extremely smoothly. Whether it was the remaining forces of the "Necromancer" during the civil strife, or those other organizations that were eyeing the "Necromantic" territory, they were completely vulnerable to the joint efforts of the two teenagers and me. .

It only took one day, and we occupied the original stronghold of the "Necromancer Society".

In the past month, even if he didn't go out much, Fyodor has actually been taking care of this matter.He already has all the information that Alexei has, and Fyodor will also take targeted measures to make the opponent loyal to him for the forces he wants—at least he has a powerful man like Ivan under his command. It is not difficult to subdue the desired power.

Fyodor, that 13-year-old boy, after going through a lot of careful planning, directly became the leader of the largest black force behind this small town.

"But I don't like the name 'Necromancer' very much." When occupying the office that belonged to the leader of "Necromantic", the young man said so lightly.He raised his hand and tore off the "Necromancer" badge hanging on the wall: "What I want is not a useless gangster, but a power that can spread to any corner of the street."

"Is there anything that can be seen everywhere on the street?" I tilted my head: "Then besides people, there are probably only mice."

"Then let's change the name of this organization a little bit." The young man turned his head, with a bit of teasing in his purple eyes: "Since it was Haruko's proposal, why not take this as the new name of the organization."

"—the mouse of the dead house."