[FF7][SC] Star Flower

"Occasional fluctuations in prices are normal, as is generally the case."

Kurit from the General Affairs Department poked the document with a pen, and quickly picked out a few key points from the densely packed form at a glance.Hooked nose, small eyes shining sharply, and the corners of the downturned mouth exuding an extremely unfriendly aura.Cisner doesn't like these so-called financial people very much. They speculate and play money games, but they can't create real value for society. In this regard, they are even inferior to those lunatics in the Biological Research Department.But when it was impossible to narrow the scope of the investigation, Mr. Wade suggested that she visit the leading opportunist and hope that she could feel a different point of view.

"Prices of tung oil, linseed oil, soybean oil, and catalpa oil have risen at the same time." Kurt pushed the document and sent it to the opposite side of the desk. "The smuggling method is by sea, and the port should be near Cam."

……what?

Cisne was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say for a while.Reason told her that a minister would be responsible for his words and deeds. This could not be a random perfunctory, but emotionally, she couldn't accept such an abrupt answer.But before she could ask, Couit looked up at her equally in shock, "Why aren't you leaving?"

"I need an explanation, sir." Cissne said softly, and quickly reacted. She knew how to be humble when asking for advice. "Please tell me the basis of your judgment. It will be of great help to our work."

"The 2 minutes of talking with you is enough for me to earn [-] million for Shinra."

"But if you are willing to sacrifice this 2 million, we will recover more losses. This batch of supplies may be shipped to Wutai and become every bullet fired by their soldiers. If I don't know the logic of this judgment, I have no way to apply Mobilizing the army to intercept will cause more losses in the long run, and you don't understand this truth." Cisne smiled slyly, "Besides, compared to my [-] minutes, the president's tea party is really a waste of time?"

"...To be honest, it's really annoying." The able man finally let go of the pen, and Sisne's words reached his heart, "Even if I know you're talking, I can't refute it." He crossed his hands on the nose , his thin eyes wandered, "That old fox Wade... It seems that you don't intend to let me go. This loss must be recorded in the tax account."

Cisner shrugged, not reminding Dirk that the loss was Shinra's, not his.The president's tea party is really annoying. It's not just a way to get in touch with each other, but more importantly, it may be a sign that some people are not trusted.She also understood Mr. Minister's answer. He is a businessman and wants to seek some benefits, but Tuckers doesn't mind making it easy occasionally, especially when both parties benefit.

Naturally, she took the mug that was handed over by Kurt, and went to the side to refill a new cup of coffee.

"Most of the time, their uses are different, so theoretically, prices will not increase at the same time in a short period of time. But there is still one thing in common, military paint raw materials, especially now that it is still in the war period. Any changes will lead to sharp price fluctuations."

"You mean... the smuggled material is paint?" Sisner asked uncertainly.Tax also had some economics courses, but it was not the key point for the secret service after all. She only remembered a crude supply and demand curve.

"I'm assuming you're not the one collecting the data?"

"No?" He was in charge before, but since he refuted Heitinga's face at the meeting, Wade dismissed him in order to keep him, so Cisner, who was in charge of Wutai's affairs, was transferred to the stage.But Cisner gradually became awed by Didier, who could see this.

Kurit was silent for a while. Silence is the best rebuttal. Cissner sensed his suppressed impatience, and she hoped that this would not affect their conversation.Luckily, the quest for efficiency outweighed the contempt for idiots, and Couitt didn't spend his time making useless criticisms, "Fish oil. The supply of fish oil has plummeted, so the price of substitutes has gone up, and that's it. Think deep-sea fishing. The boats are used for something, someone is hiring them, because the cargo ships have been requisitioned by the army; and think about where the largest fishing ground in the Eastern Continent is, where the cold and warm currents meet, the ocean around Cam. I think they choose the north The reason is that they can go to the North Sea to avoid the monitoring of the army, but idiots are indeed idiots, I really have never seen anything more stupid than them."

After a while, he stared at Cisne firmly, "Sorry, I think I was wrong. In fact, there are more stupid people, that is, the brains of people who can't see this plan."

Cisner wanted to laugh a little, and his hands trembled a little when he put down the glass.

It is actually a pleasant thing to be criticized by someone who is better than yourself, especially when this kind of criticism does not involve dignity, but just discusses the facts.She knew she could get more out of this conversation, and that's what Mr. Wade wanted her to learn.

"The people who did this are a bit smart. The accounts of military supplies have been wiped out, and there is nothing wrong with food, steel, and cotton. This is the reason why you are helpless? You must have gone to Chahaitinga, right?" Ku Etta twitched his eyebrows.

Cisner nodded sincerely, waiting for the next wave of poisonous tongue.

The elite minister took a sip of black coffee and leaned back in his chair, "That idiot is not so smart, and he is not so courageous. He can't afford the charge of adultery with foreign enemies, not to mention that Tuckers has been biting his back. You guys Have you ever thought about the strict circulation of materials during wartime, why someone can purchase these registered items, and then transport them away without a trace? How did the gap be filled? Tell me, what would happen if it was Turks .”

This question was somewhat difficult for Cisner.The Turks have their own areas of expertise. She was trained as an excellent infiltrator due to Wutai's bloodline, but she is by no means a qualified planner. The money can arrive in the account, and generally it will not be checked down.”

"You have updated my understanding of Taxes." Kurt was amazed, "I really envy you, you can live well without using your brain."

"..."

"Use real troops, ma'am, literally. Send a few recruit battalions that can only line up to the front line, don't leave anyone alive, and then do whatever you want. Under normal circumstances, a 40% reduction in personnel should be retreated, but How did you say the condolences last time? "All staff sacrificed gloriously"? Heitinga would not do this. To some, soldiers are nothing more than low-cost consumables that die when they die, and there are always more new ones."

The smile on Cisner's face gradually disappeared.Kurit circled his thumb, waiting with great interest for the little girl's reaction.He knew that Tuckers would not attack him, that was not in compliance with the regulations, so he was at ease curious about the style of the next generation that Wade cultivated, and this would be a reference for dealing with them in the future.Is it a fool with a sense of justice, or a wise man who understands current affairs?

"It's because I didn't think about it." He lowered his eyes humbly, as if he didn't hear the reckless words of human life. "Then, what role did you play in it?"

Ah, neither does it seem.The smile on Couitt's face deepened, "Why do you ask that?"

Cisner stood with his arms folded, still relaxed, and the moment Dirk Didier didn't deny it meant the nature of the matter was completely different.She is not as able to see the overall situation as Zeng or Wade, but she is better at observing words and expressions. "You value efficiency, and you have to worry about every few minutes of talking with me." Her attitude was a bit ambiguous, between stating the facts and subtle sarcasm, "then she was indifferent to the huge losses of the Wutai War. The essence of war is It is also a transaction, you will not do business at a loss, so you acquiesced in this matter, why?"

Sensitive and cautious enough.Couit had reason to believe that she had noticed it at first, but held back and slyly insinuated. "The only thing Wade doesn't teach you is tact," he says, which counts as a sort of compliment.

"That's why Mr. Wade sent me here, there's no need to be tactful." The young girl raised her eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of natural heroism, "If you don't mention Taxes, you have to investigate, but I don't think it's doing us any good."

"You can check it out." This sentence established the tone of the matter, maybe it was what he meant, maybe not, "But tell Wade that it's not a big deal for a child to ask for pocket money. He should know how to handle it Yes." The man paused, feeling that he had said enough, and raised his glass to the girl, "The coffee is good, I hope to have a chance to drink it again."

This is already a eviction order.The rank of Dirk is a minister, and without the direct authorization of the president, Tuckers has no right to arrest and interrogate. The current conversation is probably for Wade's sake.

Cisner could only nod with interest, "My honor."

There were still a few hours before the test results came out, Sisnei collected the documents, and took advantage of this gap to buy a can of drinks on the second floor.The meaning of the Ministry of General Affairs is already very clear. It is enough to arrest a few downlines and warn some people, and the matter should not make too much trouble.That's why he took the initiative to provide some clues.She hasn't figured out what to do, maybe it would be better to discuss it with Zeng before reporting to Mr. Wade.

Sipping the cold juice, she stopped as she passed the smoky rest area.

Angel.

The mature and prudent special soldier was sitting on the sofa in the rest area, with a big sword leaning against the wall, and a burning cigarette on the ashtray, flickering and shrinking.Tobacco and alcohol are actually not very effective for special forces. If they want to relax or have some fun, they often use some more stimulating drugs, but for Angel, who is clean and clean, it is too much.Even if the systems they belong to are different, Sisner can still make such a judgment.

The girl stood for a while, but the special forces didn't notice her.She hesitated for a while, and finally walked into the lounge, and opened the window under Angel's surprised gaze.The bitter cold wind rushed in, and the cheeks that were reddened by the heating finally cooled down.She put the jar in front of Angel.

"Thank you." Angel responded briefly. It could be seen that he was in a very bad mood, but he restrained himself.

I don't know if he didn't return all night, since the special forces don't need much rest, but the real state can't be seen from the appearance.Sisne cautiously sat down on the opposite seat, and soon regretted her reckless behavior. She didn't know what to say, maybe Angel didn't want her to appear here.

"The person has been found, and the child is fine." It was Angel who broke the awkward atmosphere first, and he politely put out the cigarette, "I really appreciate what happened last night. You could have chosen not to say anything. If you would If you are punished, please tell me."

"Found it?" Cisner lost his voice.

"Yes, thanks to Sephiroth." Angel thought she found it unbelievable, so he explained the situation in more detail, "He thought that Claude was too small and might have been thrown out of the car, so he quietly went down I searched the city, and finally found it in a slum. There is a buffer under the bridge, and he was not seriously injured. He must have run so far to ask for help."

"No... Excuse me, Your Excellency." Sisne did not hide her surprise and confusion. She re-examined Angel's lonely appearance, not understanding what happened, "Now that I have found it..."

Angel shook his head and forced a smile in embarrassment, "It's worth being happy, isn't it?" He also knew that his smile was not very good, so he stopped forcing it, "It's okay, everything will be fine."

It's not all right.But strictly speaking, Cisner can only be regarded as a stranger who has met a few times, and it would be inappropriate to ask too many questions. If it is not rude to get up and leave as soon as she sits down, she would like to avoid this embarrassment. Atmospheric.After thinking for a while, the girl lowered her voice and asked tentatively, "Is there anything I can do?"

The magic eyes of the special forces locked on her, without malice, but still full of oppression.

"Yes." The young man lowered his head and closed his eyes, his thick eyebrows were tightly knit together, and he clasped his hands in front of his forehead, "This matter will have passed through your hands, if it was you, I can rest assured." Then he let go of his hand and sat up straight, as if he had unloaded a huge burden, his eyes became gentle and relieved, "I want to send Claude away to an ordinary and suitable foster family, can you help him?" Am I busy?"

Once started, the hardest part is over.Angel breathed a sigh of relief, as if the heaviest stone in his heart had disappeared, replaced by a piece of emptiness.He ignored the untimely sentimentality and carefully considered his words, "Many people think he is a little brat who doesn't know what is good and what is wrong, and at the same time don't understand why I am asking for trouble. In fact, it should have been sent away long ago. In fact, it was my fault. At first I never respected his ideas, I just felt that children don't know what is best for themselves, so I made the decision for him without authorization."

"Thinking about it carefully, there are indeed too many inappropriate places. People are not cats and dogs, let alone cats and dogs can't be so casual. I don't have a regular work and rest time, and I often can't have dinner with him. I also missed the parent meeting. In the end, all the Everything went as Genesis expected, and it was all entrusted to the boarding school. Since he never complained, I actually thought it was okay..."

Cisne listened quietly, she didn't need to speak, the man was carefully analyzing one by one, with reasons and evidence, but he couldn't convince himself.

"The most important thing is, it's too dangerous." With a long sigh, Angel tiredly said the real reason.Perhaps because the person sitting across from him was an unfamiliar person, some words could be said without any scruples.Not being able to be trusted by that child was not the hardest blow to him, although it was indeed a bit sad...mind is one thing, but he also understands that building a relationship is a long process, and he can't expect to be able to do it in just four months Turn things around.The overly severe reaction at that time was just a little caught off guard, a little accident.

"I thought I could protect him as a special soldier, but that's not the case. How many people will stare at him now, because his guardian is Angel? I feel… very incompetent."

"I said a lot of messy things, all to excuse myself... That's it. I just haven't figured out how to tell him. Compared with being resented, I'm more worried that he thinks it's my fault."

"Your Excellency Angel," she twitched her fingers uneasily. Cisne was a little nervous because of what she was going to say next, but she understood what she had to say, "Why...don't you try to ask him what he thinks directly? ?”

I asked.many times.Angel did not say these words. On the one hand, the impulsive refutation was meaningless, and on the other hand, he himself was a little hesitant.

"I love you," Claude said, in that situation.It sounded like some kind of consolation to redeem the situation—Angel preferred it—but deep down he knew full well that this was a farewell confession.Claude was already aware of the upcoming separation, at least the situation at the time made him think so, so he said things that were impossible to say, and he thought there would be no chance in the future.

Giving is not unrequited and deserves joy, even if it's a mean idea.

But this does not mean that Claude will tell the truth on this issue. As far as the current situation is concerned, the benefits of separation are far greater than those left behind, unless——

"You did make a decision on your own, Your Excellency." Sisner leaned forward slightly, as direct and merciless as always, but there was a kind of concern and warmth in his hazel eyes, "Whether it is to bring him , or send him away. In my opinion, this is nothing more than covering up one mistake for another. If you really regret your decision in the first place, isn't it time to ask him what he thinks? If he wants to stay what to do?"

Unless Claude wants to stay.

The surprise was palpable.Hit the spot.Sisne, who took the reaction into his eyes, pursed his lips, and continued: "As for the safety issue--about yesterday's kidnapping, I think you don't know some details. The kidnappers invaded the school's database and took children with certain identities to their parents. Come out as a bargaining chip, and the remaining children from ordinary families will be disposed of, after all, the fewer the number of hostages, the better." She omitted the self-report about Zacks Phil, which is not the point, "You can do It’s wrong, very wrong, to be doing far more than the average person and berate yourself for not doing enough. How do you ensure that others can do as well as you?”

"There are many problems with that child. His psychological evaluation has left a file in Tux. Sending him away for some reason, I won’t say anything more, you have no obligation to be responsible to him, and we don’t want precious special forces resources to be taken up like this. But—” She slowed down her speech, but didn’t leave a comment "That's not the case, am I right?"

"...I'm not bored." After a while, Angel said softly.He thought for a while, then smiled slightly, "I like him very much, if possible, I want to take care of him."

Cisne couldn't help showing a smile, "Then I think the result is beyond doubt."

"But I still have a question. You don't need to answer, it's okay." The man pulled away from his emotional emotions, because the intention was not to intimidate, so when he asked the question, he was still as gentle as before, and he didn't mean to ask the bottom line, "You just asked yesterday. Why do you know so much about Claude when you came back from Wutaifang?"

The question came so suddenly, Sisne was stunned for a moment, and then explained with some trepidation: "We don't intend to offend your privacy, but your identities are too special, and Shinra has only three privates so far. , we have to be cautious.”

Angel understood.

He stood up, moved his joints with a few clicks, and maintained the same posture for a long time, even a special soldier would feel tired.Then he raised the big sword and put it on his back, nodded to Sisne, picked up the cold can and put it in his pocket, and finally left a word without beginning or end.

"It wasn't Ruphas who followed yesterday, was it?"

It wasn't until he left for a long time and the lounge became icy cold due to the cold wind that Cisne suppressed his frenzied heartbeat.Although Angel is kind and honest, it doesn't mean that he is a fool who can be fooled. Fortunately, she never thought of doing so.She shook her head, feeling that she had done something to herself, and she might be ready to be punished next.

But fortunately, the most important thing has not been discovered.

"It's a sad and dark day when Midgar was attacked blindly, violently and cowardly. Terrorists from Wutai set their claws on our innocent children because these cowards on the battlefield were brave to us The soldiers were helpless. As of now, all nine militants have been killed, and the security alert of Midgar will be raised to the highest level. Further details will be revealed after the investigation. There are sacrifices, but remember, every For a drop of blood, the people of Wutai will repay it seven times..."

The screen suddenly went dark.Sephiroth threw the remote control aside, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa with his head up, the smell of leather and blood lingered around him.The same remarks have not aroused his interest at all, and it is much better to just stare blankly for a while.

There was the sound of dripping water from the bathroom, and he listened quietly to the traces of someone intruding into his private domain, which felt a bit novel.Angel and Genesis have been here before, but they are friends, keeping a proper distance, and will not borrow bathrooms, towels, or even clothes—in fact, the two who live nearby do not need to find a sense of presence like this.In a sense, Claude was the first person to share Sephiroth's life, but given that he dug out a lot of secrets in one night, it seems nothing to give up a little space.

The sound of the water gave him a strange stillness.When Hojo’s experiment required ultra-clean conditions, the long cleaning passage was poured with disinfectants, and the noise could not cover up the dead silence; in the hotel room, running water flowed over the beautiful body of a woman, embellishing her beautiful skin like jewels , revealing an ambiguous, indistinct silence, which was soon ignited by wildfire.The sound of the water reminded him of the summer in Midgar, when the leaden gray clouds were over the steel city, and the torrential rain hit the glass hard, dragging out continuous water stains.So noisy, yet so peaceful.Sometimes he would think of nothing, silently watching the rain screen cut him off from the whole world.

He is different from everyone else.

It's just a fact, it doesn't bring superiority, it doesn't cause frustration, because he was born that way.

Most of the time this doesn't cause any problems, quite the contrary, it's the most admirable and awe-inspiring part of what makes up "Sephiroth".Only a few times, he was a little confused because of this, but only a little.

He cannot really know himself.

In fact, there are difficulties in understanding other people, but that is not the main thing - like Hojo, Shinra, or other inescapable parts of Sephiroth's life - they really exist, and they just exist, Never give too much attention.He does not understand the weakness and incapacity of ordinary people, yet he can accept this difference and act in accordance with expectations.It's true that he can't really blend into the surroundings, but he doesn't care at all, and even enjoys this lonely state a little bit. It's more comfortable to be alone than to waste time on meaningless social interactions.

But he's not alone now, Angel and Genesis are different, and they're worth some time.This kind of communication is also subtly affecting him, at least Sephiroth can now change his usual practice for some people, and letting Claude go is one of them.He sees nothing wrong with this change.

It looked like things had changed, but Sephiroth knew that the essentials remained the same.

Humans can't realize they're human when they grow up among beasts, so what about him?If there is no equivalent to him in the world, how can he know what he is?Sephiroth can find the corresponding parts of himself from friends, bosses, subordinates, etc., but most of the time he finds nothing.The unknown is like a deep sea that no one has set foot on. It is dark and far away. He just vaguely feels that it is by no means a pleasant existence.

The sound of water stopped.

Sephiroth opened his eyes.Damp moisture poured into the living room, and the bare little feet slapped on the wooden floor, and the unwiped water dripped down.When the boy appeared on the edge of the living room, the young man opened his eyes slightly, and received a little...shock.

Literally.

If your main impression of a person is the explosive chocobo hairstyle, being able to recognize it immediately after removing this feature is considered subtle observation and quick response.The status quo is like this, the soaked blond hair hangs softly on the boy's cheeks, and there is a wet blue in the jewel-like eyes, and he looks at him without blinking.

The man laughed mercilessly.

Claude looked at him with stupid eyes, but the boy with sagging hair looked really too soft, and his face was still steamed with a faint pink color, so he didn't have any deterrent effect.Sephiroth knew that the boy was delicate and delicate, but he didn't expect to be so soft. After losing the chocobo disguise, he no longer looked like a boy, just like a beautiful Claudia doll.

"Like Laurian of Petrarch, running in the wind, pollen and dust, a flying flower, flying from the hills of Vaucluse to the plain", Sephiroth couldn't hold back his smile again, shaking Shaking his head, he shook his friend's poem out of his mind.

The boy frowned slightly, maybe he wanted to ask what the hero was laughing at, but in the end he kept the habit of silence, wading silently over the white blanket spread out near the sofa set, and climbed up to the side seat.The T-shirt that Sephiroth unpacked casually was obviously too big, and he put it on like a skirt. When he knelt down to the fabric, he pulled the clothes down, exposing his slightly raised shoulder blades.

Sephiroth left Midgar for three months.Someone will come to clean his apartment every day for these three months to ensure that he can live in it when he comes back.The layout of the room is exactly the same as before leaving, spotless, but just adding one more person, the style is completely different.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked casually, feeling a little thirsty himself.

"water."

With the expected answer, Sephiroth moved his body and took out two glasses from the cabinet.When he opened the refrigerator, he found that the drink was only wine. He thought about it from Angel's point of view, and in the end he only poured whiskey for himself, while the boy drank straight from a glass of water.During this period, he glanced out from the open kitchen, and the boy who met his gaze quickly turned his face away. This scene gave him a certain sense of déjà vu.

What is he looking at?

Sephiroth is indeed used to being noticed, but he probably knows the reason, only the current situation is a bit confusing.He sipped the cold alcohol, which turned into scalding heat when it slid down his throat. The child opposite him was pouring water with a boldness that didn't match his appearance, and he looked really thirsty.

Then he realized that just now they completed a normal communication naturally, which made Sephiroth a little tangled, why did he have to feel novel because of this kind of thing that should be taken for granted?Problem children always have the ability to make simple things more complicated, and only Angel can stand it.

"I think, before Angel comes over, we still have some problems to solve." This beginning made Claude a little nervous, and he tightened his hand holding the cup, "About Rufas. You think that car accident was not an accident , he intends to kill you——" His searching eyes swept across the boy, as if he wanted to find some truth from this skin, "What is the basis of this judgment?"

"You said 'last question'." Claude responded cautiously.

"That's about what I want to know. Now this question is not out of curiosity, but you have to tell me, think about how much trouble Angel will get in between you and Rufas." Sephiroth began Reasonable, he guessed that the extra time in the vacation state gave him this patience, and maybe the game last night made him happy physically and mentally, maybe it was very interesting to simply watch the boy unable to refute, "If this is true, he We will not give up, we have to understand the problem."

This question stopped Claude.

How would he know what Rufas was thinking?He used to be an employee of Shinra, but he was nothing in the strict sense. In the days of Shinra, he was just an unknown junior among thousands of people.Even if there were some inevitable real intersections with WRO's work later on, he never understood what the former president was thinking-he didn't care or care, and this kind of people's ideas were always beyond his comprehension , but it is not worth mentioning in front of absolute power.

But one thing is for sure, Rufas always comes with bad news.

"Very punctual." The blond man in a suit and leather shoes stroked his sleeves, and the second hand of the mechanical watch precisely coincided with the hour hand, "There is no enemy here that threatens you, maybe you can try to put down the knife so that you can sit down and have a good talk .” He smiled gracefully at Claude, and frankly gestured back to Tuckers who raised his gun due to excessive nervousness.The new employees didn't know much about this walking legend, and with Renault adding oil and vinegar every now and then, it was inevitable that they would be a little nervous.

Claude slammed the package on the table, out of impatience and lack of attention, maybe because the red wine splashed on the white suit would make him feel better, although this kind of revenge is too childish, "There's nothing to talk about .”

"You can just leave like this, no one is stopping you, although I would prefer that you sit down and rest for a while, and try the food here." Rufas shook off the napkin on the plate and wiped it, his movements were very natural, Unlike the embarrassment that often fell into dislocation when you first lost one eye, "Then you will never receive a business again. After all, logistics is always a professional and reliable company from a big company, and it also has advantages in terms of time and price. "His smile changed, revealing the bad intentions inside.

This is already a naked threat, and it is undoubtedly unwise when one's life is under the control of others.But Rufas understood what the young man was thinking, and knew how much was tolerated, and as long as it didn't involve the woman who ran the bar, or the children in the orphanage, or anyone else, he hardly angered Cloud--when he After realizing that apathy is a habit, not a sign of anger.

"Whatever you want." Sure enough, there was no offensive response.

"Do you think I can do other jobs? That's right, the heroes of the planet will never starve themselves to death. I think, bodyguards are a well-paid job, and there are many people willing to hire you, but if the price I offer is lower than They're all tall, why don't they come to WRO?"

"If this is what you're talking about, the conversation is over. Get the money in your account."

Claude turned away without hesitation.Rufas sighed and put down the napkin, he didn't want to mention it, "Claude, you are still the same as before."

This unremarkable sentence successfully nailed Claude to the spot, and he didn't turn back, but he couldn't continue to leave.

Victory came so easily, but Rufas was not happy.

"When was the last time we met? Two years ago? Five years ago? I guess you don't remember, it was nine years and three months." The knife spun in Rufas' hand, occasionally reflecting the bright sunlight On the ceiling, bright light spots danced, "You look the same as back then, even younger, but the latter should be an illusion, after all, I am getting old." It was not a humorous joke at all, he knocked table, "Let's sit down and talk."

The stalemate failed to continue, and Claude was forced to break away from the protection of silence, "What do you want to say?"

"Sit down." Rufas asked again.He doesn't like to be looked down on, but this time is an exception, and he just wants his guests to relax a bit.

Putting his right hand on the back of his waist, he clenched and released the handle. This action almost made Taxes, who had been paying attention to this side, jump up.Finally, Claude pulled out the terrifying Fenrir, rubbed it a few times, and gently placed it horizontally on the vacant chair.Rufas can even count on this. There is only one dining table in the huge space, but three chairs are prepared.

What was served on the plate turned out to be an extra-large sandwich.Claude didn't quite understand the thoughts of these rich people, but it didn't matter, the food was just food, he grabbed it and gnawed it casually.Rude, but no one dared to laugh at him, except Rufas.The man laughed and cut slowly, the sandwich didn't seem to be to his liking, and he didn't start eating it right away.

"Does Shinra still cause you pain?" He suddenly asked softly.

What an unappetizing question, Cloud felt his stomach convulsing, churning the food he had just swallowed.Resisting the urge to break the bridge of the nose of the person in front of him, he replied as briefly as possible, "Thank you for remembering that my surname is Shinra."

"I think so." Rufas smiled gently, picked up the package brought by Claude and put it on the dining car next to him, and was removed by the waiter along with the empty plates.The dialogue with Claude Strife is a set of multiple choice questions, he has prepared countless