[Tutor] A Mafia Cultivation Game

"That candy belongs to the prince."

"That coat belongs to the prince, don't misplace it."

"That cartoon belongs to Prince, you can bring it here for me."

"that……"

"It's enough!!"

At this moment, I was standing in Balian's living room, wearing the apron (it was fucking pink) that Sister Lu got back from the shopping mall as a gift last month, and tidying up the tea table with an embarrassing expression on my face.

Bell and Mamon would put a bunch of snacks on the coffee table every time they came back from a mission, eating from one side of the coffee table to the other side of the coffee table.It's okay to eat at the coffee table, and never clear the table.

I feel like Obasan now, no wonder Lusilia, who is covered in thick makeup, always curls her lips at me.

Let’s not talk about this for now, it’s probably because the courier from Bell’s kid has arrived again.I think the courier brother yelled at the door for a while: When the courier came, Bell would definitely say to me: Hey, go and sign the form for me.

"The courier is here!"

"Hey, go and sign the form for me."

I'll just say it, I'll just say it! !

I was very curious about what Bell bought, and I quickly tore it open after signing the bill.

I rub it.

"Hehehe, bring the prince's courier here."

So I threw the stack of comics over there.

It is estimated that Bell was smashed unclear.

"Cough cough cough, you murdered the prince, cough cough."

Do I want to send your comics over in eight sedan chairs? ! !

"Hehehe, the prince thinks so too."

Go ahead and play with you.

Recently, Bell stayed in his room when he was not on missions, and only came out after eating. I guess Balian's number one genius is going to become the number one otaku.

"This is Bell's, help deliver it." Mamon dragged a plastic bag several times bigger than him, which was full of snacks.

I passed a solid white eye, and went upstairs with the bag.

"Dong dong dong."

"What are you doing?"

"Your food."

"Send in."

Depend on.

I kicked the door open and put the bag on the ground.Out of the corner of his eye, Bell was watching animation, and there were stacks of comics and figures on the ground, as well as bags of leftover snacks.

What if one day Bell suddenly said: "Hee hee hee, come and play ACG with me." What should I do! !

Mamon suddenly appeared from behind me: "Balian has started to produce nerds~"

"You can too."

"..."

"..."

"So, let's prevent Balian from becoming an otaku base."

No, this is actually the Secondary School Hospital.

"Then what should we do?" Mamon asked with his hands on his waist.

Ask Du Niang.

"Come downstairs for a meeting in 10 minutes."

Stop making trouble, brother, come again.

So Mamon just floated down.

"Ma Mengmeng, you can't go!!" I stood on the stairs and shouted exaggeratedly.

Mamon continued to float, ignoring me.

So I turned back to the room, only to see Xanxus and Scuo standing behind me with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"It's not what you imagined, hey."

"dross."

"Big trash."

"..."

10 minutes later……

I sat in the conference room with Mamon and Sister Lu, and the atmosphere was quite serious.

Mamon jumped onto the table again and said, "Yeah, everyone is here."

Ok.

"The topic discussed at this meeting is: How to manage Bell's house."

Ok.

"Come and express your opinions one by one, the first one, Kudo."

"Huh? How do I know?"

"I don't know why you are sitting here?"

Didn't you call me here? !

"..."

So, I chose to watch.

"I worked out three plans overnight last night. Implement plan a first."

I remember that on Valentine's Day, a plan will do.

"That's because you don't know Bell."

Alright, alright, I want to see how you do it.

"Plan A: Cut the cord."

"Then don't we also follow the sad reminder?"

"Go."

Hey, don't ignore me! !

Mamon sat on Sister Lu's shoulders, and I followed behind them.

"Stop, this is it."

"what?"

"Where to put the network cable." Mamon took out a pair of scissors as big as him.

Hey, are you Doraemon? Where did this scissors come from?

"do not mind the details."

"..."

Mammon jumped down, pulling and pulling through a large tangle of threads. Ten minutes later, Mamon pointed to two wires, one red and one blue, and said, "These two are more suspicious."

Come on you, do you have to reason next?

"The red line seems familiar, but the blue one is completely new, so the network cable is the blue one."

"That, Detective (pseudo) Mamon sauce, where have you seen the red thread?" I slightly raised my hand.

"Uh...don't remember."

Why do I think the blue line looks familiar?

"Whatever. Cut the thread."

Why does it feel like dismantling a bomb! !Hey, what if you cut a wire?

Cover your ears and close your eyes.

"Crack."

Snapped!

When I opened my eyes, the light was on, and it seemed that it wasn't a wire that was cut.

"Then this is the network cable." Mamun stood on the floor and hesitated.

It seems that Mamon is quite reliable.

"Hey!! What kind of moths are you guys!!!" Sku's roar came from the living room.

"What's wrong?"

"Why isn't the TV on?!"

"Didn't we cut the network cable?"

"Cut the cord? Apparently, the cord that controls the TV, scum!!!"

As a result, the otaku rescue plan a failed.

The author has something to say:

It seems like a character is broken.