Chapter 642 seems to involve people from the church.
"...So what am I in your eyes? A heartless boss who only exploits his employees?"
Suddenly, a charming, soft, and magnetic voice sounded behind him.
Startled, Behfinger turned his head sharply and saw Asa's gray eyes filled with sadness.
Against the backdrop of his vibrant red hair, the hint of melancholy in his eyes seemed particularly striking.
Behrfinger choked up.
I know you have a great appearance, but don't act yet.
Let me act.
"Ah, store manager, good morning!" Morita Yumeko was also caught off guard by Asa's sudden appearance and quickly suppressed her thoughts to greet him.
"Good morning."
Asa, who still seemed ill-suited to handling interpersonal relationships, smiled at her with a slightly shy expression, but a strange glint flashed in the depths of his gray eyes as he glanced at her.
But he didn't investigate further.
It doesn't matter, the answer will come out soon anyway.
"How did you suddenly appear here? You, the store manager, often disappear too." Behefinger put his hands on his hips and looked at Asa with dissatisfaction. "Why did you have to show up at a time like this? It's like you're deliberately trying to find fault with me and nitpick my weaknesses."
"How could that be?" Asa widened her eyes slightly, refuting his words, but her hand reached out and grabbed the little braid next to Behfinger's cheek.
"..."
Behringer was speechless. "You still say it's not to nitpick my little tricks?"
Ah, so it really is a little braid.
However, Yumeko Morita still wanted to explain, but Asa spoke first before she could.
He smiled gently, "Don't worry, I know what happened. I saw it all over there."
"Will this kind of thing affect the store's business?"
As he spoke, he became worried again.
Behrfinger said expressionlessly, "No, no, you're a living advertisement just by standing here."
"Hmm?" Asa looked puzzled and turned around to see a number of women staring in their direction.
He paused for a moment, then glanced disdainfully at Behringer. "Well then, keep up the good work, you living advertisement. I'm off."
After saying that, he led away the large Alaskan Malamute that Bertrand had led last time.
But many eyes followed his movements until he was out of sight, then turned to look at Behringer.
Behrfinger: "..."
He was just an ordinary, pitiful working man.
He sighed softly, turned his head to look at Yumeko Morita, and said, "Let's keep going, Yumeko."
"Ah, okay!" Morita Yumeko, whose name was called, snapped out of her daze and nodded in response.
Back in the shop, Behringer patted Conan's head and said, "If you're not busy, feel free to sit here for a while longer."
"good."
After that harmless little incident, the shop not only didn't become less busy, but actually attracted even more customers.
Behrfinger was so busy that he couldn't help but hesitate.
...As expected of a resident of Beika City.
If you didn't know better, you'd think this was some kind of popular spot for internet celebrities to take photos.
By the end of the day, Behringer's face was stiff from smiling so much that he had become a human-shaped signboard.
He slumped into a chair and rubbed his stiff, smiling face until the store closed.
Yumeko Morita had already left, and now he was left alone in the dimly lit coffee shop, lying on the sofa and letting out a mournful sigh.
"It's definitely more fun staying with Xiao Ye, even though I have to play a robotic tool," Behefinger muttered to himself.
He thought about it for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked out of the coffee shop, making sure the door was locked before leaving.
After secretly changing into the church's skin in a corner, he leisurely arrived near the Black Organization's Safe House No. 39.
Afra, who was hiding in the darkness, suddenly opened her eyes and then drew her long sword and attacked him.
Behrfinger deftly dodged it.
Although the Church did cooperate with the Black Organization, the three dolls, including Afra and the others, had no effect on the Church's skin-like Behefinger. Their minds were only 'implanted' with information about the Church regarding Morataya, Liz, and Sawyer.
As for others, they will be automatically identified as enemies.
I received the message in Bertrand and looked out the window at the open space.
"Hmm? Those look like people from the church."
He muttered something under his breath.
Then he took out the communication device he used last time, pressed the button, and contacted the other side.
This time, the person receiving the communication was someone else.
However, to the surprise of those inside the safe house, she did not cover her face with a hood.
The elegant woman with brown hair and brown eyes smiled gently and nodded slightly to Bertrand. "Hello, Lord Bertrand, I am Yuna. May I ask what brings you here?"
"I just wanted you to confirm whether the person outside is someone from your church."
As Bertrand spoke, he pointed the camera at the white-gold cloaked youth outside who was fighting Afra and the other two.
Yuna glanced at him, nodded, and respectfully replied, "Yes, this is the Church's magician."
"A mage?" Bertrand's pupils flickered slightly. After saying this, he turned off the communication and told Afra and the others to stop.
The only one with three skins, Behringer, elegantly straightened his not-too-disheveled cloak and then walked towards the safe house.
After entering the house, he slightly turned to the side, dodging the knife that Bertrand threw at him.
The voice was eerie yet gentle, a stark contrast to Asti's icy demeanor.
"Good night, everyone. Isn't it a bit impolite to treat first-time visitors like a dartboard?" he said with a light laugh.
Bertrand snorted, "You're not a guest if you come here without permission."
"Oh, what does it matter? I just happened to be nearby, so I came to visit my business partner."
He treated the place like his own home, sitting leisurely in a chair, seemingly talking to himself, but everyone in the room heard him, "Besides, that Morataya guy, he didn't even tell me about such an important collaboration."
Bertrand's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked with an innocent look, "What's wrong? Didn't you all get together and have a proper chat?"
Upon hearing this, the mage displayed a resentful expression, "That's really too much! From the Godfather to the new members, everyone knows that the cooperation has been successful, but they didn't even tell me! That's really too much, isn't it?"
Gin and the others: "..."
They didn't understand the emotions he was expressing, but from his few words, they learned that the church's system of governance shocked them slightly.
If even the newly joined members knew about this, then how confident must they be that these members aren't rats?
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