The whole world is coveting the king's treasure

Treated by the tenderness that was almost forgotten in memory, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but froze in place, letting the hand gently touch his head a few times before slamming it away.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, and took two steps forward as if to shake off Enkidu's sight, leaving only a stiff and straight back.

"You are just my subordinate, without my permission, can you not come close to me at will."

The slightly dry wording and the cold tone all testified to the panic in his heart at the moment.

Osamu Dazai, who had never been treated like this before, hid his true heart with a cold attitude. From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Enkidu again, and Enkidu bowed his head obediently and apologized.

Dazai Osamu just now acted like an ordinary child in both his actions and his expression. In Enkidu's eyes, he was an existence that needed care and love.

So he used his own method, trying to comfort such a Dazai Osamu, even if he knew his Master's original character, he couldn't sit idly by.

Although his offer was rejected, his Master seemed to have recovered from his gloom, and Enkidu, with a smile on his face, made his way again to the uniform piled on the bedside.

When he passed by Dazai Osamu's side, he obviously felt Dazai Osamu's body tense, but only for a moment. When he turned his head to look at Dazai Osamu's expression, Dazai Osamu also showed a kind of carelessness and casualness.

As if sensing that the atmosphere in the room was a little quiet, Osamu Dazai waved his hands, turned on his toes and suddenly walked outside: "Go and change your clothes first."

While speaking, he naturally retreated to a corner where Enkidu could not see, leaned his back against the wall lightly, crossed his arms, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Enkidu stared silently at his disappearing figure, and finally raised his hand to take off his white robe and put on a modern attire.

However, his knowledge of clothing is only superficial. In fact, it is the first time he has worn it. Although he can barely put it on like a gourd painting, the buttons are crooked and the fabric of the shirt is wrinkled. His face was full of black lines and he was speechless.

"Your buttons are fastened in the wrong place, your neckline should be straightened, and your cuffs should not be turned up." Osamu Dazai pointed out his mistakes mercilessly.

However, after Enkidu obediently made adjustments, he was still at a level that he couldn't bear to look at directly, like a baby who had just learned to move, able to understand instructions but unable to control them freely.

Veins stretched out on Dazai Osamu's forehead, he endured and endured, and finally he couldn't stand Enkidu's slovenly appearance, it was a waste to finally grow a beautiful face.

So, he strode over, with an impatient expression, but gently smoothed the folds of Enkidu's shirt, carefully adjusted the cuffs and neckline, and even picked up the black suit outside, and put it on for Enkidu himself. .

After he had finished fastening Enkidu's tie proficiently, his slightly frowning eyebrows inadvertently lifted up, and they happened to meet those smiling eyes.

The beautiful young man looked at him with crooked eyebrows, as if he had a feeling of tranquility.

"...What?" The gentle expression seemed to be very similar to that when facing the king of Uruk. Anyway, it was the warmth that Osamu Dazai had never felt, and Osamu Dazai was still a little uncomfortable for a while.

Enkidu smiled and shook his head: "No, I just think that such a peaceful day seems not bad."

Before Dazai Osamu understood what he meant, Enkidu looked at his brand new self in the mirror curiously, and said, "Thank you very much, Master, for your assistance. As expected, the modern attire is very interesting."

In the mirror of the glass, a boy about 16 years old is smiling quietly. A well-tailored suit outlines his thin waistline. Soft fabric wraps his slender and straight legs, and underneath are bright shiny leather shoes.

The green hair that slanted like a waterfall was tied up high, leaving only a few long strands of sideburns scattered around the ears, which was not quite similar to the demureness of the past, and highlighted the freshness of a youth.

If he hadn't known Enkidu's true identity, no one would have imagined that such a beautiful young man was born as a weapon, and disappeared into the past together with history.

Osamu Dazai was in a trance, and couldn't help shaking his head. He has been immersed in Enkidu's past for the past few days, making him not like himself. He is not such a sentimental person.

"What are you going to do today, Master." Enkidu asked him after he had sorted things out properly.

"Yeah..." Osamu Dazai pondered for a while, resting his chin. His original plan was to let Enkidu and Akutagawa Ryunosuke go together to destroy the enemy, but...

Thinking of Akutagawa's attitude full of hatred towards Enkidu, Osamu Dazai sighed sincerely, but he dismissed the idea and chose a relaxed way: "Come with me to patrol the streets."

Street patrolling is the most common job for cadres. Basically, they have to go around the site they manage every day. However, compared with the hard-working Nakahara Chuya, Dazai Osamu can basically cut corners and materials, and he is always invisible.

Today, apart from the idea of ​​bringing Enkidu out to work, Dazai Osamu also has selfish desires to relax because of the intertwining of dreams and reality in the past two days.

It's just—he forgot that with such a good-looking beauty by his side, not to mention relaxing, it would actually be even worse!

I saw that all the pedestrians passing by them would unconsciously cast their gazes at them, their gazes were fiery, and they couldn't help following them even if they went far away.

Osamu Dazai felt uncomfortable being stared at by these people with bright eyes. In the past, he always kept a respectful distance when he saw mafia pedestrians. How could he dare to stare straight at him like he is now!

Just looking at it is already uncomfortable, but out of nowhere, many well-dressed people came towards Enkidu, and respectfully handed Enkidu his business card, asking if he would like to be an idol, With this outstanding appearance, he is sure to be a hit.

Come on, don't you see they're wearing mafia uniforms, what idols!

Osamu Dazai almost drew his gun on the spot.

Fortunately, Enkidu's polite refusal discouraged the latecomers, but the situation still did not improve.

When Osamu Dazai asked his subordinates to enter the casino for inspection, while he and Enkidu were in a daze by the side of the road, another bold ordinary person came over nervously, hesitatingly offering the flowers hidden behind him.

"This flower...?" Enki was startled, but he didn't refuse on the spot, but looked at the person with questioning eyes.

The visitor swallowed nervously after meeting his eyes, and said loudly, "It's a rose, for you!"

This scene of courtship in public drew the attention of all around even more, Osamu Dazai frowned speechlessly, and looked around, but at this moment, Enkidu smiled softly: "Thank you, the flowers are very beautiful. "

He had already attracted everyone's attention when he wasn't smiling, but now his gentle smile is like a short rainbow, brighter and more dazzling.

The visitor's eyes were straightened, his face was flushed, and the surrounding onlookers were also surprised, and subconsciously gasped.

Dazai felt even more uncomfortable.

Although Enkidu politely rejected the rose in the next second, on the road ahead, more and more people followed suit and bought various gifts to win the beauty's favor.

Dazai Osamu's complexion was also ugly to the naked eye.

Some of the subordinates who often followed him saw his expression, and couldn't help but boldly strike up a conversation: "Mr. Dazai, are you in a bad mood?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at him: "What do you think?"

"...It's a bit arrogant to say so, but this subordinate can understand your feelings." The subordinate wearing sunglasses said with emotion, "After all, you have such a beautiful girlfriend, and you may be coveted by others at any time, so it is normal to worry .”

Osamu Dazai: "..."

Osamu Dazai's expression twisted slightly, and then he realized that someone in the organization misunderstood Enkidu's gender.

Taking this opportunity, he explained: "You have misunderstood, Enki is all male."

"?!"

Hearing this, the subordinate was really taken aback, the glasses frame on the bridge of the nose slipped slightly, and his mouth opened wide in a sluggish state.

"So...it's like this...ah." After a long time, he moved his stiff fingers, pushed down the frame of the glasses, glanced up and down at Enkidu's body, and spoke mechanically.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to him. The lover of everyone's dreams suddenly turned into a man. If he had, he would probably feel a great sense of loss.

"It's okay!" However, this subordinate suddenly raised his voice and assured him earnestly, "Even if Mr. Dazai is looking for a boyfriend, we can completely accept it!"

Osamu Dazai: "..."? ? ?

...Why did it become like this? !

Before the words of explanation could be uttered, this subordinate turned around abruptly like a chicken blood: "This subordinate will intercept all those who dare to approach Mr. Enkidu for you, please rest assured!"

As he said that, he had already organized his brothers to become human shields and stand in all directions of Enkidu, guarding Enkidu like a bodyguard, staring at the pedestrians who were about to come this way.

"..."

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth with a distorted expression, thinking for a moment.

If he explained that he and Enkidu were not in a relationship, he would inevitably be asked about Enkidu's life experience, or the reason why they were inseparable and even stayed together.

Very troublesome.

The Libra in my mind is struggling fiercely, whether to choose a series of troublesome questioning, or choose to be misunderstood and get rid of troubles.

Within a second, Osamu Dazai, who was afraid of trouble, decisively chose the latter, patted his subordinate's shoulder with a smile, and gave a thumbs up: "Then I'll leave it to you."

The subordinate immediately replied excitedly: "Yes!!"