Year 18 Start
"Milavo was sent to Neon by Mescal," Vermouth shook the wine glass in her hand. The bright red liquid reflected bright colors under the light. The Thousand-Faced Witch crossed her legs, and her white and slender calves stretched out from the hem of her bathrobe, bringing a different kind of temptation. "I thought love would make him a little more humane, but he still doesn't understand romance."
"That man is not someone who would have such emotions," Gin sneered on the other end of the phone. "No chess player would invest extra emotions in the chess pieces in his hand. Only precise calculations can lead to a real victory. Mescal is not a fool whose brain is filled with honey."
More about need than want, Miravo became Mescal's wife because of her ability, not his feelings for her.
“Like your old enemy?” Vermouth raised her eyebrows, her red lips leaving dark lip prints on the wall of the cup. “This time, the eldest daughter of the Miyano family has been dealt with.”
"Milavo did it," even Gin couldn't show complete satisfaction with the meat paste under Christina's falling crane, "So what?" His voice was filled with impatience, "You just want to talk nonsense to me?"
"Women are always interested in these relationships," Vermouth performed his usual Riddler operation, "especially since this incident also involves the Miyano family..."
"As you wish."
The call was hung up. Vermouth was not surprised at all. She put the phone on the table and raised her glass to the full moon hanging in the night sky.
"Angel in hell, I wonder if you are hugging your daughter whom you haven't seen for 18 years?"
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[You contacted that side] Alvin's voice was full of fatigue. He gently pushed Julian's head towards the pillow. The twelve-year-old boy grumbled twice in dissatisfaction, and then fell asleep again [Tasmanian rain, what are you going to do?]
Alvin shouldn't have stayed up all night last night as he had a headache, and Artes pointed out to him where the coffee was. Julian was so energetic yesterday under the influence of the drugs that he seemed to be able to climb up and down the Himalayas. In order to avoid their home being demolished, Alvin, the reliable brother, could only play games with the child all night. It was not until dawn that the overly lively little bird fell asleep as the effects of the drugs wore off.
[Is it still because of Scrooso?] Alvin put the iced coffee on his face. Artus made a sound of teeth aching and cast a disapproving look at his increasingly dark circles under his eyes [Seriously, what are you going to do?]
[Let's skip the unnecessary foreshadowing] Mason responded indifferently [I plan to let you finish Scrooso]
[I assume] The half-full can of coffee fell into the trash can due to the owner's sudden relaxation of strength, and the bitter black liquid spilled out due to gravity, but at this moment Alvin no longer had the mind to pay attention to his dirty clothes [You know what you are talking about]
[Arts, this is part of the plan]
[Complete Scrooso and report this to the organization]
[And I am responsible for letting some people outside the organization know about this]
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