The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

After spending more than an hour in the garden, Alice reckoned that almost all the thoughtful guests had found their favorite "toys", and the safety factor was greatly improved, so she made a fuss about Aizawa Kenkichi returning to the party.

As soon as he walked into the hall, a waiter came forward to invite the guests to appreciate the precious antiques that the owner of the castle showed off. The little girl who had placed the order turned her head and heard someone whispering behind her: "Miss Vergent, Madam want to see you."

Alice blinked, and with the right smile on her face, turned and walked backstage.

Of course Mrs. Coffee will not wait in the background to wrong herself. Waiting for the maid who leads the way there to take the little girl to a secret screen on the second floor, she is reclining on the expensive velvet-wrapped chaise longue, smiling and stroking a black hair boy's head.

In order to satisfy the gentlemen and at the same time take into account the requirements of the ladies, there are all kinds of boys with different styles on the party.The boy in front of me, who was only three to four years older than little Alice, was sitting under Mrs. Coffee, accepting the fact that she kept petting him like a pet: "Is it your new partner?"

Alice noticed that the boy had black hair and purple eyes similar to her own, and there was a glint in his eyes - this was a frail boy with a pale complexion, with the nobility of an old-style military officer's family, a thin body, and a slightly hunched back.But all of this can't cover up the cold light in his eyes, just like the blood splashed on the white snow, which looks hot but is actually cold.

Why does this guy's English sound so badass?

That's right, in front of the patron's father, no matter where they come from, they all have to speak English.

"This is Fyodor, a Russian, who came to me a day earlier than you." Satisfied with Alice's wit, the coffee lady let go of the boy and waved her hand: "Sit down, little Alice."

Waiting for the little girl to sit still, the woman bit the vermilion cigarette stick and puffed: "Huh... I heard that you met a man who was interested?"

If the child's answer doesn't satisfy her, the fields near the castle probably don't mind adding more organic fertilizer.

"Yes, ma'am, I met my father's old friend. Well, to be precise, I met a guest who claimed to be my father's old friend." Alice told the story frankly, shrugging her shoulders and pouted: "Perhaps Easterners are more Reserved, I want to lose my kidneys and my heart."

"Then I spoiled your good deed?" Mrs. Coffee laughed angrily at her rascal, and the boy sitting next to her turned to stare at her as if looking at something interesting.Little Alice said slyly: "Maybe, after all, you can unlock more poses if you lose your mind, right?"

"Pfft!" The boy who was watching the fun let out an unceremonious laugh, and little Alice squinted his eyes and scanned him from head to toe: "Why, do you want to try?"

None of the three of them blushed for such eighteen-forbidden remarks. Fyodor covered his mouth and coughed: "Sorry, I'm not in good health, Miss Alice."

"Russians in poor health are really rare." She meant something, and the other party smiled implicitly: "Aren't Germans in good health also unable to withstand the wind and snow?"

It was too late and then soon, Alice got up and flew to Mrs. Coffee's lap leaning on the chaise longue, with tears in her purple eyes: "Ma'am! Fyodor bullied me!"

This savage and bold move made the young man stare wide-eyed, but Mrs. Coffee raised her head and smiled a few times and stretched out her hand to pat the little girl's fair and delicate back: "Okay, my little troublemakers, don't go here Arguing about that war, it ended before your age."

And so this little controversy vanished, forgotten along with other threats that lurk in the shadows.

Enough of laughing, Mrs. Coffee picked up a checkbook from the desk at hand, scribbled a number at random, tore it off and threw it to little Alice.The little girl got off her lap and picked up the check, counting the zeros on the back, and immediately smiled like a dog: "You are really the most generous and generous customer I have ever met, ma'am, I need your help tonight." Do you serve?"

"You are definitely the greediest little thing I've ever seen." The woman raised her chin with a cigarette stick: "This is half the price, and the remaining half will be spent in Vaganova when you are old. Take When you get money, you have to do things, understand?"

"Don't worry ma'am," she narrowed her eyes, her sweet smile seemed to be painted on her face, impeccable.

Eyes, pupils, muscles, breathing, and subconscious sitting posture all indicate that this woman is not interested in the same sex, so it is just a joke-like temptation.

"Greed" is her protective color, just like "piety" when facing nuns.People without weaknesses are dangerous, and dangerous, need to be eradicated as soon as possible.

Sure enough, Mrs. Coffee let her go, and even sent Fyodor who was sitting aside: "You all go down, don't fight at my party~"

She made a joke, and the young man stood up and saluted as soon as the words fell, Alice still said shamelessly: "Dear madam, can I make one more small request?"

"Let's talk." Mrs. Coffee was in the right mood at the moment, and little Alice, who realized this, immediately hit the snake on the stick, and she kissed the check in her hand: "This is the 'settlement fee', madam, one yard One size, I have to use it up quickly to be safe."

"Hurry up, little greedy ghost. Tell the head maid to go with you. If you don't make it to Frankfurt Airport within a week, I'm afraid you will have to go to the window in Amsterdam." She smiled impatiently and waved her hand, and the topic came to an end. until.

This little thing is too greedy, a bit annoying.

——If she dares to take the money and run away, then don't blame others for being rude!

Alice doesn't care whether she is liked by her boss or not, whether the employment relationship can be successful is another matter.At least the feeling that this young man named Fyodor gave her was very similar to that of a certain Russian colleague who was always robbing heads and robbing business... What happened to the boss who was robbed by them last time? ?

Oh, it seems that the whole family was cut off and kidnapped by the Mafia from Italy halfway, and the corpses were taken away and fed to pigs.Although all the guys who did this afterwards were taken away by the Avengers, the unhappiness could not be dispelled.

She put the check to her mouth and touched it again, and said goodbye to the woman with a coquettish smile.Fyodor did not go far, he stood outside the screen under the curtain and waited with a smile: "Miss Alice, please."

The two walked side by side for a certain distance, and seeing that they were about to reach the stairs, their eyes met, and similar lights shone in similar purple eyes: "..."

Girl: "One person on one side, no influence on the other."

Boy: "Exchange what you need, and do business together."

The boy and the little girl spoke out almost at the same time, Fyodor's smile deepened, and little Alice raised her eyebrows.

Oh, I really met my peers.

She silently mouthed the word "devil", and the other party immediately responded with "witch".So the two children immediately turned around and walked away from each other, looking as if they had quarreled.

"Today, we are here to see off the respectable Mrs. Wilgent. May she meet Mr. Wilgent in heaven, amen."

The old priest made the last sign of the cross, closed the "Bible" he had never memorized, and let his eyes go blank. The workers hired not far away filled the dug grave with soil.

On the third day after little Alice returned from Berlin, that is, the day after Christmas, a funeral was held in the old church opposite Wilgent's house on Kloster Street in Brandenburg.

Neighbors came to bid farewell to the widow of the old tailor Vergent with the mentality of watching the excitement. It is said that she had to fight to the end with the hateful Madame Bercy, the proprietress of the cabaret theater, to protect her daughter and granddaughter.From the beginning of the ceremony, the buzzing conversation has never stopped. Almost everyone can describe how crazy and terrifying Mrs. Belsey was at that time, as if they were there and the wine bottle flew past the scalp.

At the front of the whispering line stood little Alice in mourning, and big Alice in a trance with distracted eyes.The former has a solemn expression with lowered eyelids, while the latter is innocent and childlike, as if the relationship between mother and daughter is reversed.The death of Mrs. Vergent is no longer news on Kloster Street, and the only one who will feel sad for her from the bottom of her heart is her least favorite granddaughter.

After Father Denard finished his eulogy, Alice, mother and daughter watched helplessly as the tomb was filled with mud, and soon another worker carried out a marble slab that had been carved long ago and pressed it on it as instructed.

"Here lies a mother who loves her daughter dearly."

This sentence was engraved by little Alice begging the stonemason, but it fits perfectly with Mrs. Wilgent's life trajectory in the second half of her life.The simple funeral ended quickly, and the neighbors greeted the priest with satisfied smiles and full of gossip, and then left slowly.

"Alice, my child, please stay a while."

Father Denard called out to little Alice who was going home to pack her luggage: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Father."

The little girl took her mother and took her to the fireplace where the priest often sat and put her down, then went to knock on the door of the study.

"Come in." Father Denard had been waiting for a while. When the wooden door was pushed open, he was rummaging for something on the bookshelf. Make up your mind and leave Germany soon, right?"

"Yes, Father. I got some bad news in Berlin. Whether it is the 'witch hunt' project of the clock tower servants, or the civil unrest in Vengley in Italy, it means that it is not safe enough here. I got the coffee lady to pay I plan to pre-pay the money to the nursing home first, and then withdraw it and transfer it to another account after everything is arranged.”

Little Alice glanced at the head maid who was lying on the ground with a desperate expression on her face: "This operation is enough to make the world's attention focus on one place, and the backhand has prepared the evacuation route. I heard that the temperature in the island country is higher than here, presumably Life will be better than Kloster Street, too."

It doesn't matter if the father's country is as poor as Closter Street, at least no one there knows the scandal that happened to Big Alice, and it is not difficult for the mother and daughter to start over.

The days to come would be stormy, and it would be better to leave my mother in Frankfurt first.

"You've always been smart, and you've done your job beautifully."

Father Denard found what he wanted, walked tremblingly to the chair behind the desk, sat down, and pushed it in front of little Alice: "This is a gift from me, my child."

"Leaving here, leaving my shelter, you are about to face a difficult road, and strife and turmoil will follow. Don't forget the stories told by old Denard. Alice, we should pay the highest respect to our enemies. "

The so-called "highest respect" refers to the merciless eradication of weeds and roots.

So he gave his goddaughter Glock 1 grams made in Austria.The products under the name of the company have always been known as "perfect". The total length of this one is 1 cm, the barrel is less than 15.9 cm, and the net weight of the empty gun is 0.5 kg.Perfect for everyday carry, it can be tucked away in a sleeve, pocket, or under a skirt.

Alice picked up the G1L1G, and skillfully pulled out the magazine to take a look: "Parabellum, 19mm, six rounds."

"If you want peace, you must first prepare for war."

This is what Parabellum means.

The lesson of Mrs. Wilgent's death was deep enough for her to engrave the eight characters "preemptive strikes and act by ear" deep in her soul.

The girl reloaded the magazine and tried the feel: "Thank you for teaching me so many years, and thank you for giving me the name Alice. Is my apprenticeship graduation answer okay? At least for a year, European countries will never be like that again." A pack of dogs vying for meat and bones."

"Hahahahahaha, I'm so happy, kid."

Father Denard laughed and leaned back: "In the first half of my life, I took all the risks that no one else dared to take in their lifetime. I didn't expect that in the second half of my life, I could dig out a little bastard with my own hands. Go, you should go outside too. Traveling and wandering, if one day you are unlucky and stand on the execution ground, don't forget to tell everyone proudly that you are the disciple of my mercenary king Denar."

"Understood, Father."

Little Alice bent over to him: "I'm going right now."

The actors on the chessboard are in their positions, and the grand show must be released as scheduled.

Father Denard smiled and nodded: "Good luck, my little 'witch'."