The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"I want to hug~"

The trembling tail sound is so greasy that people get goosebumps all over their bodies, and it doesn't look like carbon-based creatures can make it at all.Wutiao, who was [-] centimeters taller than his wife, had white hair all over his head. He didn't want to change his blood-stained traditional clothes. He just bowed his head into the arms of Mori Yuki, who was thin.

Even compared with Jia Ruozi, she can still be regarded as "thin". For a while, she was shaken to and fro, like a black cat that was rubbed by her companion and fell on all fours.

"Okay, okay, hug you. Does it still hurt? Has the wound healed?"

Her own supernatural power has a healing effect, and with the treatment of a professional nurse, the injured internal organs and body functions have returned to their original state.However, there is no way to reverse the deficiency caused by the injury, and the benefits of medicine are not large, so we can only ensure sufficient rest and nutrition supply, and rely on the vigorous vitality of young people to work hard on their own.

Gojo Satoru has been fine for a long time, and the Six Eyes and Reversal spells complement each other, and now he is asked to fight three times to ensure that those black cloaks will not leave the border vertically.But how can a smart person be brave at a time like this?Of course, you have to pretend that the wound has not fully healed without even changing your clothes, and take advantage of the rare opportunity for madam to lower her intelligence.

People have been cheated, and the result is that they can't even drink soup because they have not reached the adult line of their country. Are you really a stubborn German who sticks to principles?A male high school student who was in puberty was full of resentment...

The two people who were stuck together and inseparable did not notice that Mr. Rimbaud, who was standing at the door, petrified, weathered and deserted, was pregnant with the sad feeling that his daughter was finally kicked away by someone else's wild boar. He held the door frame and coughed hard: "Cough cough! Cough cough!"

As soon as Mori Yuki heard the voice, she understood what was going on, and she pushed away Gojo Satoru who was squeezing herself on the same hospital bed as if she had been scalded, and the latter was almost thrown to the ground by her arm : "It hurts so much, hey!"

Xia Youjie, who followed closely behind, had a painful expression on his face—the extent of this guy's abnormality is directly proportional to the increase in strength. With this kind of person, the future of the magic world is foreseeable to come to an end.

"Wu, you... restrain yourself." He tried hard to hold back his gloating voice and reminded his friend.

Even if you are so pretentious in front of Mr. Mori next door, the other party will at least see that the value of "the strongest" will readily offset your daughter, no matter what you see, you will pretend to be indifferent.However, this father, who has no blood relationship with Mori Yuki, is still a transcendent man whose strength is no less than yours. If you act presumptuously in front of him, isn't that just looking for a fight?

Sure enough, several light golden cubes squeezed out from the void behind the young man, without giving him a chance to react, Mr. Rimbaud coldly threw the bad guy who dared to take advantage of his "daughter" into the small black room.

"Is Mr. Wujo injured? Ah, then you need to find a quiet place to recuperate, so I won't bother you, my little girl."

He put his hands in his sleeves and approached the hospital bed, ignoring the annoying ghosts who were locked in the subspace and wanted to create all kinds of explosion effects, and looked down at Mori Yuki's face seriously: "Why didn't you inform us of your arrangements in advance? Whether it's me or Verlaine, as long as there is one person present, the situation will not evolve into this."

"To be honest, I'm also a little strange..." Yuki Mori nodded in agreement with his words, touching the outside of the subspace wall with one hand, and Gojo Satoru, who was locked inside, immediately put his hand on the same place, and the two separated. The light gold text wall is a joy to play.

"I originally thought Fyodor would take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the headquarters to steal the archived information collected there. We have detailed records of all the people with supernatural powers in the organization, including the special people who can be seen in Yokohama, so we will You arranged to guard and stand by there. I didn't expect him to point the finger at me personally... probably because he planned to make me have no time to take care of the changes in Yokohama in the future, which is quite unexpected."

Who knew that there would be a day when the devil would not play according to the rules?When Osamu Dazai summoned her, she was not sure whether there were other attackers in the headquarters, so she had to risk her life and rush to the orphanage.It was also fortunate that she had resolutely chosen to trust her intuition, otherwise she might have been distracted by the news of her parents' death as her opponent expected.

Lan Bo turned his head to think about it, if it were him... Forget it, he can't play so many tricks, so he held back his preaching, turned his head and thanked the spectators: "Thank you for lending a helping hand , Miss. We, PortMafia, will never forget your kindness."

"Ah, it doesn't matter. When I go to Yokohama for a drink in the future, I will be free of bills and settle the bill."

She bit her cigarette and looked up with a smile: "For me, it's just a matter of little effort."

"The life of the chief of PortMafia is not so cheap,"

Yuki Mori turned his eyes from Gojo Satoru, who was trying to make a face in the subspace, and nodded to Iiri Glass: "From now on, as long as you are Miss Iiri, any place that provides liquor business under PortMafia will open the door to you. It is not harmful to your health."

How much is a drink?Even if you use a drop of gold and noble rot as mouthwash, so what, as long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

Jia Ruozi took off the cold smoke and whistled: "Wow, cool!"

At that moment Rimbaud bowed his head to thank her again, turned around and wanted to take Mori Yuki back to Yokohama: "The riot at the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been resolved, the Armed Detective Agency and the Supernatural Secret Service have reached an agreement, PortMafia's interests are It may be damaged because of their cooperation, and the headquarters needs you to sit in."

"It doesn't matter, the alliance between the two is inevitable. The military and police were driven away, otherwise the three will cooperate with us as an enemy. It is a good thing to have an opponent, and it will be of great benefit to ensure the vitality of the organization."

Mori Yuki leaned lazily on the head of the bed with the quilt in his arms, clearly showing his attitude of not wanting to move his nest: "As for the social unrest... let the public relations officer and Ms. Fujiwara prepare for it, whether it is a performance or a concert or fans It’s fine for a face-to-face meeting, whatever, I want to see a report on the arrangements before the setsubun.”

"The news will be operated by the entertainment company under the name of Mori Club, and everyone's attention must be shifted to the stars."

This is also a good way, which can not only make money but also quickly stabilize the situation.As for the dangerous people caught instigating riots, it's not bad to hand over the bad guys to the Supernatural Secret Service for this torture. Anyway, PortMafia has enough informants, so many that they can almost send messages in real time.

After that, Rimbaud couldn't think of any reason to persuade Mori Yuki to return to Yokohama, so he stood silently beside the hospital bed, looking at the cheating girl with the melancholy eyes of an innocent little animal: "Honey?"

"Ahem..." Mori Yuki moved his eyes away, stretched out his left hand in front of him and shook it over and over again: "The ring is not bad, right? Aesthetic Salvation."

Rimbaud: "..."

You definitely didn't intend for me to admire this extra ornament.Thinking of this, he looked at the white-haired young man who was locked in the subspace body, and there was a similar ring on his left hand with minor differences.

Darkness in front of the eyes, absolute darkness in front of the eyes.Rimbaud suddenly smiled brightly: "Your taste is very good, and the ring is good. I seem to remember that there is something important that I haven't explained to Mr. Gojo. I will borrow it first and return it to you later."

After speaking, he dragged the light golden subspace body straight to the open space outdoors, and soon the earthquake-like shaking of the earth came over.

"So, last time, Mr. Rimbaud took a step back?" Xia You felt deeply after watching the melee summoner's righteous two-on-one against the long-range mage from a close distance: "It turned out to be solved in this way, I learned it!"

It's also a summoning system, Mr. Rimbaud's thugs are much more effective than those magic balls he swallowed, and the masters are indeed among the people.

Raising one-third of the land of this private religious school, Rimbaud angrily and reluctantly agreed with Mori Yuki to stay here for training, before being discovered and held accountable, he hid in the subspace and left.After he left, Mori Yuki relaxed and resumed the game with his eyes lowered - the Avengers would not give up the existence of the target in a few words.The reason for letting her go is that apart from PortMafia's indistinct statement abroad, there is also a very important point that the two parties have carried out a tainted transaction.

A leader of an indifferent regional organization, in exchange for some important information, is generally a good deal.And the unlucky guy who was sold by Mori Yuki was none other than the "witch" who was shrouded in clouds and mist.She told the Avengers that she met some local mercenary organizations when she was doing business in Russia, and found out after several trips that the "witch" had left the island country and returned to the European continent. After that, she and her bodyguards went deep into Germany to investigate, and there were indeed some clues.The real witch fabricated a fake witch, and sent the Avengers, who had explosive combat effectiveness but a little less IQ, back to their hometown to play peek-a-boo.Let's just say that most of these powerful people are cute and have strange heads. Fortunately, there are such stable characteristics, otherwise it would be a headache.

Given PortMafia's wariness of outsiders, it's not surprising that its leader would go all out on the trail of an international intelligence broker.Sure enough, the trip to the Far East was not in vain. Not only did they capture the famous devil, but they also got some real news about witches. Of course, the avengers were willing to let "Yuki Mori" go.As they said, she was in Yokohama, and once she did something out of the ordinary, when the black cloaks showed up for the second time, she would have no choice but to catch her, and she would not be able to run away.

Mori Yuki is not afraid of this kind of innocuous threat at all.This time, the situation was complicated and there was no way to make arrangements, so they had to be used as a cover. Next time these avengers dared to come to Yokohama on their own initiative, maybe there would be a few more cement piles on the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

In the evening, Mr. Rimbaud brought the construction staff of Mori Club back again, and took practical actions to block the mouth of Noctua Moth, and measured the dimensions of various buildings in front of him to prepare for the start of construction. Clean up the aftermath for her daughter.Out of respect for the school administrators, this time he packed Mr. Mori and Big Alice away, and Mori Yuki told him that ten kilometers away happened to be the safe house that Cheap Dad built many years ago. The dessert business is secretly the leader's information exchange station.

Rimbaud didn't want to complain about the frequent mutual pitfalls between the father and daughter and the exchange of resources. Without further ado, he just stuffed the two burdens over, and took a ten-inch mango with Melaleuca back to Yokohama to prevaricate.

The person who came from Yokohama at noon the next day was replaced by Chuya Nakahara.Hearing the news of the attack on the BOSS, the kindest young man in the whole organization almost smashed the conference table, and non-stop took the documents, computers, memos and other office necessities prepared by his brother, and went straight to the Tokyo Conjuration High School.

When he arrived at the place and saw that there was no guard at the school gate, he raised his feet and walked inside.

The stone road behind the old gate is still neat. After walking 300 meters deep, Mr. Zhongyuan saw the LOGO of his construction company erected on the side of the road, the overturned ground and the big hole blown up in the center No matter how you look at it, it has the style of Leibo Street back then.

Well, that's the right direction, and Mr. Rimbaud's roughness is still the same as before.

After walking around and saying hello to a few familiar foremen, he saw from a distance that tall, tall, ball-headed young man standing downstairs in the dormitory, punching and kicking another silly, tall, white-haired boy.Seeing that the two of them were playing more than fighting, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't take it seriously, and planned to call them to ask how to get to the treatment room.However, the direction of the matter suddenly turned in a strange direction at an unexpected time. The two big boys who were playing and playing suddenly moved for real. After the purple light and black mist, the ground was several meters lower.

Familiar yelling came from upstairs, and he looked up. The leader, who was usually well-dressed, had loose hair and someone's pajamas on his body.

Mr. Zhongyuan closed his eyes and then opened them again. In order to prove that he was not suffering from an eye disease, he even raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously twice: "..."

"Zhongye, are you here today?" The leader who looked like a standard street slipper did not disappear, she spotted the cadres who came to visit, and raised her hand holding the dried fruit to say hello.

The two youths who couldn't go on being coaxed and beaten also separated, and at the same time turned to look at the underworld animal who was working on the delivery of large and small packages.

"Hello, Yuki has just recovered from her injury, don't make her too tired." Bai Mao mentioned his leader in an unusually intimate tone, and the orange-haired young man who had been reminded in advance looked him up and down, touched his hat and left a cold snort : "It's cheaper for you."

"Hey!" Wutiao smiled happily and showed two rows of front teeth: "I will hand over the things for you, what else can I do?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him a sideways glance. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he remembered that the leader was still waiting. He immediately restrained his expression and manipulated the gravity to fly up directly: "Boss, Mr. Rimbaud asked me to send these over."

"Thank you, I received it. Ah... Did your department go to Hakone for a vacation?" Mori Yuki took the office equipment and asked casually, and the Zhongyuan cadre lowered his head: "Not yet, we are in line behind Miss Hongye, Don't worry about these days."

Mori Yuki touched the hair hanging on his chest and said, "Oh, that's it, if this is the case, then you can go to Hakone for me to see, if you encounter any hot springs that you don't want to do, you can buy them, build roads, and build roads in the future. As an employee benefit, it has been open to the inside for a long time."

Regular hot springs refuse to accept guests with tattoos, which is regarded as a veiled way of refusing to serve black ones. PortMafia does not have the old habits of local organizations. However, many members have paid too much attention to themselves when they were young and ignorant. When they finally understand the social rules, it is too late to wash it off.As a leader, you should not treat your subordinates differently in this kind of place. Since it is a welfare, it must be widely covered.Anyway, with a large number of employees and the growing number of sub-clubs of Mori Club, even if you buy a hot spring, it may not be enough.

"Ah?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also at a loss. He didn't know why he just sent something to confirm the status of the leader. Why did he get extra work for nothing?

"What's your expression? You can go to the Mori Club to second a professional appraisal talent. Speaking of which, investing in a hotel should be a good deal. Yokohama is a tourist city after all..."

She slowly lowered her voice, and Mr. Zhongyuan interrupted in time: "Let's leave the investment in the hotel to the specialized agency at the club! After the set point, I will go north by boat with Mr. Rimbaud."

"This suggestion makes sense. Is there anything else that needs to be reported? If not, go back to Yokohama. Unless you encounter some unsolvable problems, don't bother me for the time being."

Having said that, she really needs to rest and recuperate for a while, and she can't exhaust herself to feed half of Yokohama's population.

The cadres in the Central Plains were very sad to confirm that the leader was infected with a virus called "Moyu", and decided to find out the source of the spread of this virus after returning home.

Nothing, just the looks of a detective from an armed detective agency that annoyed him.

"Let me see how much work I have accumulated in so many days..."

Occupying other people's dormitory, Yuki Mori lay down on the bed with his laptop in his arms, and turned on the power.The automatically opened OA freezes instantly, and the densely packed items that need to be resolved are arranged in the to-be-processed column like a virus.

What a hopeless sight.

She sighed, touched the plain glasses casually thrown on the desk and began to check item by item.During working hours, Wu Wutiao frequently showed up with desserts, milk, and food. Every time he saw his wife was motionless and never moved, he let out a big sigh of relief.

"I said... it's almost done, right? You've been staring at the computer for eight hours, and it's time to get off work~"

With Baimao's head sideways blocking the line of sight and the display screen, Mori Yuki had to lean back and close the office software obediently: "Rest now!"

Those who are wronged always have to bow their heads and give in. As soon as she turned off the power, the computer was taken away by someone, and the steaming juice came to her face: "I put five spoonfuls of sugar, it's very sweet!"

"Thank you, huh... I have to get up and move around." Mori Yuki stretched his waist to take the juice, and found Gojo Gojo's blue eyes flashed brightly: "Active? I'll accompany you~"

"I mean, outdoor exercise, it's soothing, don't be too intense, after all, I'm a poor wounded." She held the cup and drank slowly, and the five phantom cat ears drooped on her head: "Hey, it's not what I imagined of……"

"But that doesn't matter! I vaguely remember that someone once said that they want to practice magic?" Mao's ears raised their eyebrows again: "There is the strongest in the world of magic to be your full-time training partner. Such a good thing is difficult for others to ask." I can't ask for it~"

His tone was harsh, but what he said was true.

"Oh," Mori Yuki sneered contemptuously: "I will let you know what talent is."

An hour later, when he heard the news and came to watch the bustle, the housekeeper covered his face and complained to Xia Youjie who also came to take pleasure in his misfortune: "How can someone be so talented?"

"I only found out today..."

Xia You couldn't bear to look in the middle of the field—what happened to me back then that I couldn't beat this delicate and soft young lady?

Barely standing with both feet on the flat ground for more than ten seconds at the same time, Yuki Mori seriously proved that he has no physical talent at all.She didn't slack off, didn't beg for mercy, and she didn't play badly, she was down-to-earth by Gojo Satoru in various ways again and again.As far as their perseverance is concerned, most conjurers may not be able to persist to this point, but the effect...

Classmate Wutiao has given up trying to force his wife to support the number of ten on his hands, and just begs her not to make people kneel down and beg her not to die as soon as they meet each other.

"It's okay, just..." He paused suspiciously for a long time, and finally found a more human-speaking vocabulary: "Your flexibility, coordination, and balance are all excellent, your endurance is fair, and your strength can't be said to be poor. Logically speaking It shouldn't be like this, and I can't see why, if it doesn't work, just practice running, if you can't beat it, it's also a way to escape."

The key is that she really tried her best, so serious that people are too embarrassed to laugh at her for being too weak.This kind of persistence and tenacity can at least reach the first-level evaluation level for any conjurer. God knows how Mori Yuki chose the initial talent point. Gojo Satoru can't move his feet and only use one hand. , or easily tripped her up.

His long hair was soaked in sweat, and Yuki Mori shook his head while panting with one hand on his hip: "I'm fine, I'll continue tomorrow."

You can't find reasons to indulge just because you don't have talent. You still have to practice. If you can't beat a conjurer, you can beat a street thief.

This kind of ruthlessness made people look sideways, and it was probably because of this that she was able to get to where she is today.

Half a month later, the cherry blossoms in the back mountain bloomed, the teaching building that Mr. Rimbaud smashed was completed, and Miss Mori was finally able to hold on for 5 minutes without being caught by one of Gojo's classmates.They changed their training strategy—since the leader is mainly based on brain calculations, he doesn't have to personally go into battle to kill the Quartet, as long as he guarantees that he will not be "beheaded" by the enemy or taken hostage to threaten him, he will be considered a victory.

Don't forget that Gojo Satoru's "watch" is a 360-degree surveillance with no dead angle. Even if he only used one hand and put it on the general attacker, the time Mori Yuki bought was enough for the cadres to rush into the chief's office several times .

At this time, the Gojo family was squatting in Kyoto, waiting for the head of the family to come back. The elders who were eager to see through their eyes finally couldn't hold back, and tried to convince themselves that this was the last time they went to Tokyo to find someone.They did find a very well-behaved and honest Patriarch in the school recently, but they just couldn't understand what Master Wu was wasting time with Miss Mori.

No, you don't even go home now. If you have something to do, you just call and discuss the solution with those hairless green-skinned boys, and leave all the old people aside. Isn't it a bit too much?