The whole world is coveting the king's treasure

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth with black lines all over his face.

Looking at this innocent and beautiful face in front of me, I simply love and hate it.

However, the unhappiness that had surged from the bottom of my heart in the past did not emerge, and was replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

It seems that after the experience in the dream, he walked the road that Enkidu had walked, and felt the little bit of emotion in Enkidu's heart, and he got closer to this heroic spirit.

No matter what the other party does, he can't hate it.Because Osamu Dazai realized from the bottom of his heart that this is a person who is pure white like a piece of white paper. He was not stained with any color before, but now he is only stained with bright colors.

He is clean, bright, gentle and powerful.

Osamu Dazai couldn't hate people with such a personality.

Even though it is also a 'weapon' that is ruthlessly used, it is a man who is completely opposite to him.

The slight sense of jealousy and disgust at the beginning disappeared as he got to know Enkidu better.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai has goodwill towards Enkidu, and is even more curious about Enkidu's life, eager to know what kind of road the other party has taken, and why he is on the journey of light.

He could vaguely realize that the person who had the greatest influence on Enkidu was the ancient king of Uruk. The two of them were old enemies and rivals, but before the fate began, they cherished each other and had contact in private.

Enkidu has complicated feelings for Gilgamesh. On the one hand, he admires Gilgamesh's free and dazzling soul, and on the other hand, he has to bear the tasks given to him by the gods.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help being in a daze for a while, what kind of path would Enkidu, who was swinging between rationality and emotion, choose.

"...Master?"

It was Enkidu's soft call that woke him up.

Osamu Dazai quickly restrained the emotion in his eyes, and waved his hands calmly and naturally, "Sitting at the door of my room will only make it more troublesome... Anyway, I will think about how to solve it, and I will mention this matter later."

He glanced up and down at the large white robe Enkidu was wearing at this time, helplessness appeared in his eyes again: "The new clothes I prepared for you are in your room, didn't you notice at all?"

"New clothes?" Enkidu blinked, doubts flashed in his emerald green pupils, "Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

I have to say that people who look good can wear whatever they want.

In the eyes of Osamu Dazai, Enkidu was just wearing an ordinary white cloth, which was not only weird but also very simple. If it was put on other people, they would have been regarded as beggars.

But if Enkidu is wearing it, he can feel a sense of holiness inexplicably, which can almost give people the illusion that it is woven with exquisite silk and satin.

But in any case, Enkidu can be regarded as a member of the port mafia. The standard equipment of the port mafia is a black suit, and no one can do anything special.

"This is the rule in the organization." Osamu Dazai only explained this, and then gave the order, "Now go to the room and change your clothes, come to me."

"I understand." Enkidu really didn't ask any more questions, and turned and left obediently.

However, Osamu Dazai suddenly had a bad premonition at this time, he frowned, and took a step forward: "Do you know how to wear modern clothes?"

In the era of Uruk in the dream, there were no accessories such as buttons, ties, etc. Osamu Dazai doubted whether he could dress well by himself.

"Although I have no experience, I have the most basic common sense, probably no problem." Enkidu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I've always wondered what it would be like to wear such restrictive clothing." Experience it once."

"..." Osamu Dazai really had no idea about what he said.

After thinking for a moment, he silently walked to Enkidu and walked side by side with him, "I'll go with you, let's go."

Silently, the two came to a room and stood in front of the door.

This was the first time that Osamu Dazai came to Enkidu's room, and it was also the first time for Enkidu to observe the layout of this room in detail.

The interior is clean and tidy, but there are no personal items in the shelves and wardrobes.

There were only a few neatly folded sets of clothes near the head of the bed.

Without instructions, Enkidu walked to the head of the bed, looked down at the new clothes with interest, and then put his hands on the fabric under his waist without saying a word, and wanted to take them off.

When a thin and smooth waist was exposed from the slightly raised robe, Osamu Dazai suddenly opened his eyes wide, and almost reflexively put his palm on Enkidu's wrist.

"Wait a minute, are you going to change clothes in front of me?"

Enkidu maintained a half-undressed movement, turned his head and glanced at him: "Is there any problem?"

It seems that he completely treats himself as a weapon, and doesn't think there is any fault in changing clothes in front of others.

"..." Osamu Dazai choked, not knowing how to reply.

Although the gender is the same, but Enkidu looks like that, it will almost induce people to commit crimes!

Staring at those pure and clean eyes that seemed unaware of the dangers in the world for a while, Osamu Dazai chuckled softly.

He realized that it was better to use actual actions to make this hero who claimed to be a weapon understand thoroughly than to justify with words.

Therefore, he raised his eyebrows, and the palm holding the wrist moved upwards, and suddenly fell to the position of Enkidu's chin, clamped the jaws of the tiger, and hooked upwards.

At the same time, he also took a step forward on his toes, completely closing the distance with the heroic spirit.

The tip of the nose was almost close to the tip of the nose, breathing intertwined, Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, and a ambiguous smile appeared in the iris-colored pupils.

As long as he raised his eyes a little, he could see the color of the forest in summer, and even at such a distance, the color was still bright and clean, without adding any impurities.

...Is it the absolute trust in the Master... Or has he never thought about that aspect at all?

Osamu Dazai was eager to move, and was extremely curious about it.

"In that case..." His slender fingertips lightly brushed the curve of his chin, and his low and sweet tone flowed from the young man's ear, "I'll let me tell you, what exactly is your defenseless look like?" What will happen...how?"

Even though the lips were close to the small and white earlobe, and the hot breath was sprayed on the ear, the beautiful heroic spirit with a youthful appearance did not show any panic.

He just raised his hand and slowly clasped Dazai Osamu's wrist that was swinging his neck, rubbed his fingertips slightly, then smiled - and folded in the opposite direction.

"..."

As if hearing a crackling sound, Dazai Osamu's expression, which was still laughing wantonly, suddenly froze.

Thick cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he stepped back quickly, his face full of horror: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

The young man with a slimmer wrist and a healthier skin color than his was holding his wrist tightly, his smiling expression never changing: "I'm sorry, Master, I still can't understand your behavior just now, you can explain it to me again Once?"

The pain on the wrist almost doubled, Osamu Dazai struggled in a panic, his expression panicked, and his mouth softened: "Okay, okay! I know I was wrong, let go of my hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Enkidu naturally let go of his hand, and Osamu Dazai, who had escaped from the clutches, stepped back a few steps, blowing in pain on his red arm that had already been tortured, with a depressed expression on his face.

He actually forgot, no matter how weak he looks, this person in front of him is also a heroic spirit, if someone wants to harm him, he will probably have to pay the price of his life.

"Ha...it's too bad." Osamu Dazai rubbed his arm pitifully, and complained, "I'm so fragile, I almost broke it with such force."

"I'm sorry, because the Master's action just now was too sudden, and I'm not used to having other people approaching me." Although he was apologizing, Enkidu's smile seemed a little chilling, "So please Don't come close to me suddenly, or it won't be so easy to let go next time."

"..." As if hearing the threatening meaning, Osamu Dazai shrank himself in the corner like a quail and squatted down in an instant, with an expression like a child who failed in a prank, full of depression.

He just kept holding his arm, muttering in his mouth:

devil!demon!not human!

snort!This time, I won't forgive him for anything!

He was depressed, and at some point Enkidu had come to him, squatted down, looked straight into his eyes, and then fell on the glowing red arm.

"Does it hurt?"

"What do you think! It's all like this!" Osamu Dazai curled his lips and glared at him.

But in fact, his skin is not broken, and the soreness he felt just now has faded away. The reason why he said this is completely pretending to be pitiful and trying to win sympathy.

He was expecting Enkidu to say some gentle words to comfort him, but Enkidu just concluded solemnly: "That's because the master's ability is too weak, I only used a little bit of strength just now. , if it is another follower, you have no power to parry at all. But the painlessness of death is probably the only advantage."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

What is a chat genius, a straight man!

He finally saw it today.

Before he rolled his eyes twitchingly at the corners of his mouth, his arms were gently pulled up by those slender hands.

The emerald green hair hanging on his chest was swaying brightly, Enkidu lowered his head, with a warm smile on his lips, holding his arm almost reverently.

The heat from the human body kept coming, which made Osamu Dazai realize in a trance that the heroic spirits also have body temperature.

Afterwards, a bright white light suddenly emanated from the palm, not dazzling, but very gentle, wrapping Dazai Osamu's arm as if soaked in a hot spring.

After only one breath, the bright light disappeared. When Osamu Dazai looked down, he found that the red marks on his arm had disappeared.

"cure?"

Dazai was surprised.

"I can only do some low-level magic tricks, and I can handle it at this level." Facing his silent question, Enkidu responded with a smile, "Is the pain gone now?"

Osamu Dazai was still immersed in thinking about the definition of magic, and nodded indiscriminately.

This is a healing that even his nullification ability can't stop, so it's very precious.

Just as he was thinking, the next second, a warm palm quietly covered his head, making him startled slightly.

It can be seen from the field of vision that Enkidu tilted his head, his long hair was hanging silently on one side, and the fine strands of hair swept his brows, allowing the clean eyes to be fully displayed.

He gently rubbed Dazai Osamu's soft black hair, maybe because it felt good, he couldn't help rubbing it again.

"You are so strong, you didn't cry even in pain."

His eyes curled up, revealing a warm smile.

"So this is a reward for you, dear."