The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Life in the town is very different from life in the woods.

Daily imperatives such as hunting and feeding Fyodor became dispensable after we moved into the city.The base where we live also has a dedicated person to clean it regularly, so I don't need to think about it at all.

Because I am no longer afraid of the sun, it doesn’t matter if I hang around the streets all day, or I can choose to play the computer game that Fyodor developed for me in the house all day——

Life has become extremely easy all of a sudden, all the things that need to be thought about before are gone, but because there are many interesting things attracting my attention, the days will not seem too boring.

Fyodor, who became the leader of the "Rats of the Dead House", sat in front of the computer longer than before, and occasionally chatted for hours in a small room with people I didn't know.He didn't mind me listening, but I couldn't understand most of what they were talking about, so after a long time, I didn't bother to meddle in his affairs.

At this point, I also have to admit a sad fact, the child has grown up and has his own ideas, so many things are no longer under my control.

I don't know what the "rats of the dead house" do, and what kind of gangsters should exist, and I don't care about these. In short, as long as Fyodor doesn't do anything that will affect me, then he wants to He can do whatever he wants.

——I'm lazy, so I don't want to waste my brain on those boring things.

But occasionally, when I walk on the streets, I also hear those ordinary residents talking about the "Necromancer".

For ordinary people who routinely do their best just to survive, the "Necromancer" with guns and powerful abilities they cannot understand is really a frightening existence.

When we first moved to the town, the battle surrounding the "Necromancer Society" had just ended, and the whole town hadn't come out of the haze of the battle, and the ordinary humans walking on the streets were like frightened birds .

—Plunder, possession, oppression, violence.In the eyes of those people, the "Necromantic Society" is probably such an existence.

However, Fyodor's "Rat of the House of Death" seems to be different from the "Necromancer" back then.

Although they occupy the same stronghold, and the sphere of influence Fyodor controls may even be larger than that of the "Necromancer", but as time goes by, the scars brought to this small town by the battle seem to have been completely wiped out. It's smoothed out.

The life in the small town gradually returned to calm, and only in the cheapest taverns on the street, occasionally some elderly drunks would hold high-strength vodka and brag to others about the tragic battles they had witnessed.

"The town was in a terrible state at the time."

The drunkard's body was huge, his entire face was flushed red from the alcohol, his tongue became very stiff, and he even couldn't pronounce his tongue correctly.

"At that time, this town was completely controlled by the Necromancer Society, and the officials and the police | were completely helpless. Those guys were very overbearing, and they would smash anything they were dissatisfied with on the spot. Anyone who likes it will snatch it without a second thought—"

"When I was young, I had a daughter who looked like an elf. She was snatched away when she was 14 years old, and then..."

The man's expression was a little distorted. He took two sips of wine, then sat down on the chair, panting heavily.

After a while, he continued: "But it's all in the past. About four or five years ago, the 'Necromancer Society' suddenly became chaotic, and it didn't take long for them to leave this small town completely." Disappeared."

"What a treat!"

"It's just that it would be great if they disappeared sooner. If such a thing hadn't happened, then the child would have reached the age to wear a wedding dress..."

"That child must..."

Most of the guests who came and went in the tavern only regarded what the drunk man said as stories, but there were also some sympathetic guys who lamented the man's tragic fate, so they stepped forward to comfort him indiscriminately.

"Anyway, there aren't any gangsters like that in this town anymore."

"Life is pretty peaceful right now, isn't it?"

"Organizations like that have completely disappeared from this town."

When I heard this, I just felt a little strange.Although the "Necromancer" is no longer there, Fyodor's "Rat of the House of the Dead" has been active for five years. It is impossible to say that such an organization has disappeared from this town. Seems too weird?

"Don't you know the 'Rat of the Dead House'?" I asked curiously.

Everyone in the tavern looked at me strangely.

"Oriental?" The voice came from nowhere: "Is there some strange legend from the East?"

"'Dead house rat'? It sounds almost like a dead rat, and it's kind of off-putting—"

"...so that's what they said." After returning to the stronghold, I ran up to Fyodor and told him what I had seen and heard during the day: "It feels like those guys in the town are completely If you don't know the existence of the 'Rat of the Dead House', your organization is too unknown to tip it!"

Fyodor lowered his gaze a little, and looked down at me—this guy grew up too fast, and at some point, he was already a head taller than me, so that every time I raised my head to talk to him, I always looked up. It seemed particularly imposing.

"I never thought of letting them know of my existence." Almost smoothly, Fyodor put his palm on the top of my hair: "It's nothing to worry about, Haruko."

"I've said it many times! Don't touch my head casually!" I stomped my feet angrily: "Isn't it just a little taller? What's the big deal! Taking advantage of this height difference to casually touch my head won't look too much." Cunning?"

"But that's what Haruko did back then." The boy shrugged, completely ignoring my anger, and instead intensified it, even messing up my neatly combed hair.

"Hey!" I suddenly exploded, "You bastard..."

"Doesn't Haruko feel that this scene is a little familiar?" Fyodor suddenly bent over and drew his eyes to be at the same level as mine: "Although the roles have been changed a little."

"Because Haruko likes to touch my head the most, so I was thinking, Haruko should also like such things."

"I want Haruko to be happy."

"..."

"I don't like it!" I turned around suddenly, and walked to my room angrily: "I'm very angry now, so you go to sleep next door alone tonight!"

"But I heard that there will be heavy rain and thunder tonight." Fyodor chased me as if nothing had happened.

I paused.

The five senses of ghosts are much more sensitive than that of humans, so the sound of thunder is too strong for me. It’s not that I’m afraid of anything, but when the thunder sounds one after another, I can’t help but want to catch it. What.

—Damn it, so is this brat threatening me?

"Okay Haruko." The boy patted my shoulder lightly: "Now is not the time to discuss this."

"Our old friend is coming here today, Haruko will come with me to meet him later."

"Old friend?" I looked up at the young man beside me with some doubts, only to see that his light-colored lips slightly curved upwards, and there seemed to be some deep emotion in his purple-red eyes. .

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko."

The teenager spat out the name.He turned his eyes and looked at me: "We are different from the 'Necromancers'. Compared with those boring fights, we do more work such as intelligence collection. Let useful information flow to useful places, this is Things I've been doing."

"Because information is much more convenient to transmit than physical objects, our business scope is not limited to a small town or a country—of course, there will also be some information that is inconvenient to transmit through the line, that guy is also for that this time things came."

Having said that, Fyodor paused for a moment, and then he suddenly asked:

"Speaking of which, has Haruko ever thought about going back to Japan?"