Chapter 66 was kicked out.
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Bertrand's private safe house.
As soon as Behringer entered the room, he pounced on Bertrand, who was sitting on the sofa.
"Waaaaah, I'm so sad! Why won't the main character let me be on the red team? I really want to be close to the main character, waaaaah..."
Bertrand: ...
"Why not just go secretly?" He rolled his eyes slightly, but his hand was still clutching Behffinger's blue hair.
Behrfinger angrily pulled his hand away, then continued to snuggle in his arms and whimper.
After a few seconds, he paused, got up, and stroked his chin thoughtfully: "That makes sense. I'll sneak over later. As for you..." Behringer glanced at Bertrand, "You should stay here and continue studying your specimens."
Bertrand looked at him with his crescent-shaped eyes, then took out a picture frame from his bag, inside which was a blue butterfly specimen. After thinking for a moment, he took out two transparent square boxes. One contained a goldfish specimen in a swimming pose, and the other contained a tricolor koi.
Which one should I give to the main person?
He looked really conflicted.
Behrfinger: ...
So how exactly did you manage to stuff so many things into that small bag?
"Hmm... those flowers?" As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized semi-circular glass from his bag, inside which were several white roses and a few sprigs of lavender, which he had even arranged in the shape of a flower arrangement.
It looks pretty good, doesn't it?
"Do you think this is appropriate..." Behringer was speechless.
"Is it inappropriate?" Bertrand blinked.
Bechfenger placed his left palm down and his right hand, with the fingertips touching his left palm, making a stop gesture. "Okay, stop acting, my head hurts."
Bertrand: ...
After a long silence, Behringer couldn't help but speak again: "How come you're in your safe house? Is it because of those things you did at the welcome party—you got drunk and stole Vodka's sunglasses, splashed Cohen with alcohol, drew on Vermouth's face, took Chianti's gun and fired it randomly, smashed Karasuma Renya's monitor, and finally took off Gin's hat and braided his hair—that's why you were kicked out?"
He recounted the earth-shattering things that Bertrand had done.
After moving the specimens aside, Bertrand placed his left leg bent on the edge of the sofa, draped his right leg over his left ankle, and swung his fair calf, while fiddling with the cross on his collar.
After hearing what Behringer said, a cute smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, I got kicked out by Qin-chan, and she told me not to show up at Safe House No. 3 for a month~"
"In the end, you were gloriously banned from drinking!" Behringer said with a sly smile.
Bertrand's face fell.
"Don't worry, I'll taste it for you~" Behefinger patted his shoulder, seemingly comforting but actually gloating.
Bertrand glared at him. "Say that again and I'll rip your eyes out and make them into a specimen!"
"I'm so scared~" Behringer said coyly.
Bertrand looked resentful.
Seeing that it was about time, Behringer cheerfully pretended to pull a...box out of his cloak.
Is this some kind of pretense? Who can carry such a huge wooden box around their neck?!
Overall, Bertrand and Bechfenger are evenly matched.
"What is this?" Bertrand looked at the box curiously.
"This is a gift I brought for you~"
Behrfinger opened the box, which was full of glass jars containing...body parts preserved in formalin.
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