Chapter 43
As the protagonist of this banquet, Douma, who was surrounded by everyone, did not notice the trivial matter of the waiter spilling the drinks on the other side of the venue. He was having a headache dealing with the overly enthusiastic subordinates.
All I can say is that fortunately, the people surrounding Douma are his subordinates and they don’t dare to force him to drink blatantly, so Douma just pretends that those subtle attempts to persuade him to drink don’t exist.
Douma: It’s impossible for me to drink. I just don’t understand you even if you ask me.
The PR officer, who was like a butterfly and was at ease in the banquet, saw all of this. As the most adept socialite (?) in the port mafia, he was naturally not stingy in making friends. He blended into the crowd very smoothly and clapped his slender and beautiful white hands lightly.
After attracting everyone's attention with a crisp sound, the public relations officer raised his charming face and smiled at everyone who looked over: "Everyone, there will be plenty of time to bond in the future. Let our Douma-sama take a rest today."
If this sentence was said by someone else, it might cause dissatisfaction among these people, because they had finally squeezed in and had the opportunity to talk to the new cadres, so why should they just give up the opportunity to get close to them so easily?
But now that the person who came to the rescue was a public relations officer, the situation was completely different. After all, who could resist the gentle persuasion of a Japanese national star? No one!
Just looking at the PR officer's face, which was both androgynous and several times more beautiful than a woman's, made these rough guys blush. How could they be willing to come into conflict with him?
Humans always have a high tolerance for people of the same kind who are good-looking, or even more than just people of the same kind. This is no exception even in the port mafia, not to mention that the public relations officer is not only good-looking, but also has outstanding abilities.
Thus, the crowd that troubled Douma dispersed smoothly with a few words from the public relations officer.
This social ability made Douma have a new understanding of the PR officer. After all, in Douma's stereotype, there is only one label for a PR officer: the unlucky person who was killed by Verlaine.
Thinking about the messy settings, Douma did not forget to thank the only PR officer who remained after the crowd dispersed: "Thank you for helping me out."
"As it should be. If it weren't for Lord Douma who stepped forward to fight off the powerful enemy, we might all be in trouble." The public relations officer said meaningfully.
'We'? Will the flag be?
Douma always feels that the PR officer has something else to say, but the question is how would the PR officer know that if he didn't speak up, they would be the ones who would be in trouble?
When he doesn't understand the meaning behind the other person's words, Douma chooses to smile quietly.
The PR officer who wanted to test Douma slightly raised his head and looked at the man who was a head taller than him and gave him an unfathomable smile. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart: Douma really knew about it, and knew that Mori Ougai had been deliberately making plans for the Hijiri Society recently.
The two were in a bustling banquet hall, but the air around them seemed to suddenly become quiet.
After a long while, the PR officer smiled again and warmly invited Douma to sit next to him: "Douma-sama,"
Following the direction pointed by the PR officer, Douma saw a group of familiar people gathered in an inconspicuous corner.
Although they had never met formally, based on the original settings that Douma had read, he was sure that the group of people were the members of the Flag Association who only appeared in the novel when he was 16 years old.
Douma, who was a little curious, followed the public relations officer and planned to get to know the famous "Hatakai".
As everyone knows, the "Qi Hui" was an old loser who died unjustly.
In fact, the people in the flag association who had been secretly paying attention to the situation on the PR officer's side, when they saw Douma being smoothly led over by the PR officer, they all stood up from the soft sofas to greet him politely.
Unlike the public relations officer who is well-known to everyone in the entire organization, the other four members of the Flag Club are much more low-key in comparison, and not everyone knows them.
They were very self-aware of this, and took the initiative to introduce themselves after Douma came over.
A man with short blond hair that was as lively as his tone pushed through the others and said, "I've heard a lot about you. I'm Ah-Dummy."
"Douma-sama, just call me a surgeon." The doctor in a white coat bowed slightly.
"Cold-blooded." The taciturn brown-haired killer said simply.
"Master Douma, I'm a pianist, nice to meet you." The last person to speak was the silver-haired man standing at the back.
Douma suppressed his complaints about the self-introductions of the members of the flag society. They all used such perfunctory code names. Wouldn't it be better to use proper kana? Look at Dazai Osamu. The name he picked was at least a proper Japanese name.
Fortunately, Douma's inner complaints did not affect his actions. He shook hands politely with the pianist wearing white gloves naturally.
It was the first time for everyone to meet each other, and even though they knew of each other's existence, Qi Hui, who had something to ask for, was reluctant to say anything in depth, especially in the banquet hall where everyone was watching, and Mori Ou, whom they deeply hated, was taking care of Alice at a table not far away.
Therefore, the members of the Flag Association, who were cautious, simply introduced to Douma their work in the port mafia.
The first person to speak was of course the social terrorist PR officer. He is a well-known actor, so popular that he has crazy fans abroad. He is also the negotiation window between the port mafia and the outside world, and his negotiation skills are perfect.
Dumb Bird, who is in charge of the Port Mafia's vehicle arrangements; Surgeon, the Port Mafia's medical director; Cold-Blooded, a killer who has never failed a mission; Pianist, an 'ordinary' candidate for cadre, who was the man most likely to become the new cadre before Douma took over.
Douma: ...Although, I think I understand why the Hatakai died in vain.
Douma, who has no idea how many people support him, looks speechlessly at this group of young people who together are enough to shake the currently unstable rule of Moriogai.
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So, if you don't die, who will? Douma couldn't help but show dead fish eyes in his heart.
Douma, who sensed something was wrong, found an excuse to leave. He didn't want to get involved in such a troublesome matter. Wouldn't it be better to be a salted fish waiting to die in the port mafia? The old father who raised two cubs refused to participate in such a dangerous power struggle.
The old fox Mori Ogai is not someone you will easily mess with. Even the 18-year-old Dazai Osamu could not get away with it and was schemed against by Mori Ogai, let alone the fact that he was originally just an ordinary person (? ).
Douma, who left in a hurry, didn't know that the few members of the Flag Society who stayed behind were looking at his back without any reluctance and exchanging satisfied glances.
This time, they specifically asked the public relations officer to bring Douma over, just to test Douma's attitude and character.
This was a decision the pianist made immediately after realizing that the existence of the 'Hatakai' had been feared by Mori Ogai. Rather than giving in to the illegitimate Mori Ogai, it would be better to find someone who could convince them to be loyal.
And there is no other candidate for this person in the entire port mafia except Douma who just defeated the French Transcendence.