Chapter 125 Main Body: You're so amazing!
"It's getting late, I should go." Behringer took out his phone, glanced at it, stood up, and stretched.
Then he patted Amuro Tooru on the shoulder and turned to leave.
"Behrfinger".
"hold head high?"
Be careful in everything.
Amuro Tooru stood behind Bechfenger, his eyes slightly lowered, a gentle smile on his lips.
Behringer blinked, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Hahahaha... Why is Zero-chan acting like this all of a sudden? Usually, it seems like it's always Kagemitsu who's worried about us~"
Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly turned around and hugged Amuro Tooru for a second before letting go. He strode out of the bar, leaving only one voice lingering in Amuro Tooru's ears.
"Don't worry, Zero-chan, I'll take good care of myself. I'm very careful about my health, you know~ Besides, how could I bear to leave you all alone~ Wait for me to come back~"
Amuro Tooru stood there for a few seconds, then chuckled and sat back down, picking up the drink on the table and taking a sip.
What an idiot...
However, next we should go see Bertrand...
He spun his glass, tidied up the bar, put on his weapon hat, and left the bar.
Meanwhile, a blue-haired guy who said he should leave appeared in Bertrand's safe house.
The two sat side by side on a glass coffin, both resting their cheeks on their right hands as they looked at the two glass coffins that had been erected in front of them.
Both glass containers were filled with an unknown transparent liquid, and the people placed inside looked exactly alike.
Behrfinger: "How do you tell which one is real and which one is fake?"
Bertrand raised his left hand and pointed to the glass coffin on the left. "The one with the butterfly on its chest is real."
Then, pointing to the right, he said, "The one with the stitching mark on its chest is fake."
Behrfinger: ...
"Don't mark other people randomly, hey!"
Bertrand puffed out his cheeks and glared at Behringer with displeasure. "Come on, he's mine now. What's wrong with me marking him? What's wrong with that!?"
“That makes sense.” Bechfenger nodded subconsciously, then a big question mark appeared on his forehead. “Wait a minute, when did he become yours?”
Bertrand glanced at him speechlessly, then took a piece of paper out of his bag. "It's written in black and white on it."
Looking at the printed message: "I voluntarily promise to unconditionally donate my body to Bertrand after my death."
And Scotch, whom he specifically pointed out, was in the corner.
Bechfenger fell into a slight silence.
"I'm holding onto a sliver of something. I've created too many clones to remember this one. Oh, and even this little clone of mine can't remember anything."
"So, you're really amazing, main body! You can remember so much even with your consciousness divided into several parts, and you can even act so well!"
Behrfinger spoke in a high-pitched, strained tone.
Bertrand reached out and pinched his cheek, his baby face expressionless. "Shut up."
Ahem, the sword sale is over, and Behffinger gets serious.
"So how am I supposed to take the people and their belongings with me?"
“Of course I’ll put it in your magic pocket!” Bertrand smiled and rested his chin on his hands.
“Then I need to tidy it up, since this piece of glass takes up at least a third of the space.” As he spoke, Behffiner lifted his cloak and rummaged through a small, empty pocket.
"Just stuff them in." Bertrand's hand waved, and one of the glass coffins vanished on the spot.
Behrfinger: ...
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"I was clearly not in a good mental state when I was writing the latter half (feeling weak and listless).JPG)".
"Furthermore, the skills aren't limited to just one avatar; they can be used across all avatars."
"Also, the alternate identities and skills in the first thirteen chapters didn't appear out of nowhere. It's just that I didn't write them chronologically. They'll all be mentioned later. If you think it's confusing, there's nothing I can do about it (shrugs)."
"Finally, the timeline of this Conan world will deviate from the original work to some extent (for example, the time when Ai Haibara appears)."
"In conclusion, if there's anything that might be off-putting, there's no need to say it out loud. Just quietly leave. After all, I can't cater to everyone's preferences. I only cater to one person's preferences. That's all (shrugs helplessly)."
"I'm such a self-aware and capable author who knows how to avoid potential pitfalls (sighs to the heavens)."
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