Chapter 96 096 The Prank Master

Thankfully, although Barry was extremely confused about the UN's wealth, he at least didn't ask. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether he would have been able to leave unscathed in front of the Big Three.

—Anyway, as long as Barry doesn't die, he can be restored, so it doesn't matter if he's broken into pieces, right? (Dangerous statement)

Fortunately, this situation that Vladimir would have liked did not happen, and Romain Rolland, in a good mood, explained the mission to Barry again.

Barry immediately forgot about why the UN wasn't poor, grinned, gave a half-hearted salute, and then dashed off with Montgomery in tow.

Vladimir, who had initially been indifferent, suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

Vladimir: ...

Did that bastard Barry deliberately leave him here alone to face the Big Three?!

Vladimir visibly cowered, fearing that the three leaders would react and give him a dressing down.

In fact, after Barry left, the Big Three did turn their attention to Vladimir, who hadn't had time to escape.

However, none of the three seemed to want to discipline Vladimir.

Christie: No, Nabokov's words are not critical at all.

Romain Rolland: Yes, even if you train Vladimir for a whole day, it won't make any difference. His recklessness is definitely at the level of supernatural abilities.

Verne: How about corporal punishment?

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The three leaders discussed the matter symbolically for a while and finally concluded that lecturing someone with Vladimir's personality would only be a waste of time, so they let her go.

Vladimir, who walked out of the gate safely: ...I don't know why I'm not happy at all about being let go.

Leaving aside Vladimir's anxieties, Barry, who had taken a detour to pull Exupé out with Montgomery when they flew out, sat cross-legged in mid-air, his hands supporting his chin, looking at the still unconscious Montgomery with a troubled expression.

On the ground, Exupéry, clutching her roses, looked up persistently: "Barry, what are you thinking about?"

"I don't know either, it's not like we're going to play in space." Barry scratched his head in frustration. "Ugh, they suddenly told me to take this unconscious doll to scare the Combine, how am I supposed to come up with a good idea!"

Barry is indeed the one who loves and excels at pranks, and he often manages to achieve explosive effects (or he can achieve a physically explosive effect by playing pranks on Vladimir), but those are all just impromptu whims.

Barry's amazing "achievements" come from a combination of brilliant ideas and his exceptional ability to act.

Although these ideas had their pros and cons, on average the results were quite good.

But how could Barry possibly come up with a plan that would guarantee the best results and the best performance on short notice?

Barry is a complete inspirational type of person, and he doesn't have any convenient backup plans or anything like that.

So now, although Barry is anxious, he can only be as helpless and frantic as an author who is nearing the end of the deadline but has no inspiration.

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?! Waaaaaah! @#￥%"

Barry's language abilities have begun to resemble those of a non-human being (just kidding).

Exupéry: ?

What's wrong with Barry?

Exupé couldn't understand what Barry was struggling with. With nothing else to do, he took a few steps closer to Montgomery, looked at Montgomery's face, then at the rose in his hand, and suddenly noticed that Montgomery's hair color was somewhat similar to the rose in his hand.

Exupéry then held up the rose in front of Montgomery, swaying it from side to side to compare the direct similarity between the rose and Montgomery's hair color.

This action was not intentional; it was just a whim of Exupé when he was bored.

Exupéry waved the roses back and forth in front of Montgomery, his movements almost like those of a shaman seeking divine intervention.

Barry, who was still in a state of impotent mania: ...What strange thing is Exupé doing now?

Barry, who was already having a headache from thinking about things, turned to look at Exupéry.

Because Montgomery was being controlled by Barry and floating in mid-air, even though Exupéry was standing on tiptoe, he was still a bit too tall. Now, he started hopping and skipping, holding a rose, and moving closer to Montgomery.

—It looks more like a shamanistic ritual now.

Barry: ...

Montgomery wasn't drugged, he didn't lose his soul. Even if you tried to wake him up, he wouldn't come back to life!

Barry's thinking has been completely swayed.

but...

Barry rubbed his chin as he watched Exupé, who was jumping around energetically.

Suddenly, I seem to have a great idea.

Not long after, the group members were horrified to discover that two children were standing lightly in the sky outside the [Beluga Whale], carrying a box that was about half a person's height.

One of them, with one hand behind his back and the other hand tapping politely in the air, spoke with a smile.

Judging from his lip movements, he probably meant, "Good afternoon, everyone. May we come in?"