Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The leader of the port mafia with the highest education is Mori Ogai, who graduated from the Department of Medicine of Tokyo University and is a top-notch student.

But this is not because of the needs of the organization, but related to his early life and pursuits - if Changan Island's "Undead Legion" plan hadn't failed, which greatly hindered his career path, I am afraid he would not have used the black As a doctor, he took root in Yokohama, and then became Natsume Soseki's closed disciple, so the so-called "Three Moment Concept" could not be implemented as smoothly as it is now.

The old saying that knowledge can change one's destiny doesn't seem to be fully confirmed by him.

What's more, most of the people who are brave enough to step into the inner world of fighting and killing are from slums or gangsters from poor families. How can there be a few people like him who have received higher education.

Even among the current top management, Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, who are cadres, and Koyo Ozaki, who is older, have not entered a formal school for systematic study. .

However, the situation of the former is quite special. Although he has not attended a day of school, he has had his own private tutor since he was a child, and he is also very talented, so he absorbed the miscellaneous knowledge in the book very early, and slipped into the war-torn concession area to find excitement.

So it is not surprising to hear words like "cultural export" from his mouth.

Aside from his selfishness, Mr. Chief, who has been in the state of land reclamation all year round, is hard not to feel moved by it.

It is really difficult for him to improve the level of the entire port mafia by himself, and no longer be regarded as a rural organization mixed with fish and dragons.

Then, the external output can be released first, at least the internal output should be done first!

His gaze sharpened suddenly.

The militant faction, which relies entirely on social education, was the first to feel chills down its spine, and subconsciously wanted to take a half step back, but had to hold on for the sake of face, turning its head slightly to look at the wall, pretending that it had nothing to do with him.

But at this time, he still didn't know that the guy next to him was a forest chef through and through, and he understood the meaning conveyed in the eyes of the black-haired man in a second, and immediately responded shyly: "If you really have the idea of ​​opening a restaurant , I happen to be quite good at drawing, so I can help out a little..."

"It's good to have this kind of intention."

Mr. Chief, who had originally planned to bring Kurihara Tsubasa into the organization, showed the gentle expression unique to the elders, without any sense of urgency, and even took the initiative to slow down the pace, "I will give you the answer after I think carefully."

Through the contact in the past few days, he naturally sees through that the little devil who is good at disguising enjoys the feeling of being hidden in the city, and he is essentially a type who does not like to show off.It just so happened that he already had a few open cards, and just happened to lack useful hidden cards, so he had to find a reasonable and unobtrusive place to put people in, so that he could follow his arrangement at any time.

It is most suitable for a secretary or a small clerk.

But before that—

Mori Ogai glanced past the pink-haired "girl"'s wrist, and smiled more warmly, "Go back and have a good rest, everyone has worked hard today."

——He still has doubts that must be clarified.

Kurihara Wataru probably had a Senkaku interpreter and sensors installed in his head, and he was able to receive signals perfectly without the other party opening his mouth.

But asking him to explain the countdown of his life and the "book" to the leader, Mori Ogai, would do more harm than good, and it was an unnecessary risk.

So he rarely avoided the opportunity of private contact, and insisted that Lai stayed in Zhongye's apartment in Zhongyuan and did not move. Even if the humanoid supernatural body who shouldered the heavy burden of delivering news came to visit frequently, he still put on a posture of refusing to cooperate.

Anyway, he hasn't joined the port mafia yet, so the other party can't force him to submit through his authority!

By the way, Mr. First doesn’t know whether it’s revenge for his unfeeling, or he insists on being locked up with the Lolicon attribute for life without repentance. At present, he still maintains Alice’s little Lolita setting, and is not moving in the direction he is familiar with. Change, a (bad) (bad) state that will drag him to a three-year start together.

"Meow--" the supernatural body opened a pair of round eyes that were similar in color to his, and attacked him from below with its petite body.

Just by hearing her name, those who don't know will definitely think that she is acting cute, but the pink-haired boy who has been harassed several times understands that this is a pet name she gave herself, and it is normal to occasionally cry meow sauce on a whim.

"Let's go play together. Lin Taro has a heavy workload recently, and he is one step closer to baldness. He urgently needs to go shopping to heal his body and mind!"

"Obviously drawing pictures is more interesting~"

He held the drawing board and stand generously donated by his temporary cohabitant in one hand, and the sketch pencil in the other, and declined her proposal with a smile, "What's more, didn't Mr. Mori say that he was considering creating a new one? I have to. Prepare in advance for the job application.”

The little devil who is best at playing word games and psychological warfare is also operating normally today.

Alice knew that he was making excuses, but she couldn't discourage him, so she reluctantly took two steps closer, glanced at the snow-white drawing paper, and muttered, "Don't be like Dazai!" , is the ultimate abstract killer..."

Thinking of the self-portrait that once scared her to tears, she couldn't help but feel terrified. She felt that her mind was covered with a pile of black mud, and the sticky sound of swallowing something kept echoing.

Wooah, help, the black mud spirit is coming to eat her brains again—!

Dominated by the horrible memories, the blond loli immediately hugged Kurihara Sher's waist, crying pitifully in a low voice: "You must draw beautifully! If you need a teacher, don't be polite to Rintaro!"

"Hey, Miss, don't underestimate me...by the way, why don't you draw a full-body portrait of you first?"

The pink-haired boy lovingly rubbed the top of her hair, like a little angel with a golden halo on his head, exuding a holy aura, but the next sentence exposed the devil's tail, "Come on, take off your clothes."

"???"

"If you don't take it all off, you can't create a classic painting."

In order to show that he was serious, he pressed Alice's shoulders with both hands and slowly bent down, making the face with magical charm gradually approach, and enlarged little by little in those bright blue pupils until it completely occupied her entire body. line of sight.

Even though he clearly knew that Mori Ogai's consciousness was not open to him at this moment, it did not delay him from giving the other party a wonderful (?) experience through the memory of the supernatural body.

He pressed against the smooth and plump forehead of the other party, and confided in a very intimate way: "Do you remember the most beautiful scene in "Titanic"? This enlightened my original intention of painting. The more I like who , the more I want to draw such a work for him..."

It has risen to the height of art, how can it be regarded as hooliganism.

The blond-haired little loli knew that "she" was teasing her, but she still couldn't help but her pupils trembled.

Even if she has inherited too many bad cores from Mori Ogai's essence, it doesn't mean that she can handle various situations with ease like a real senior. Sticky movement.

Hey -- the sex monster filled her head with a yellow substance!

Unwilling to believe that the fairy cat she carefully selected had changed, she was defeated again and ran back to seek comfort.

The little devil who successfully defended his freedom raised a triumphant smile, gently put the temporarily useless paintbrush on the coffee table, then picked up his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the unreliable god who also sent harassing text messages every day.

Almost as soon as the beep sounded, it was convenient to directly lock his position and flash into place.

A few days ago, Yato, who was chased by gravity for several streets, still has lingering fears. The first thing he did at the moment was to observe left and right, repeatedly confirming that the owner of the house did not set a trap for him at home, and then he choked up with a mournful face.

"That guy is really scary..."

"I know, Mr. Yato is short of a magic weapon at hand, so it's inconvenient to start a battle."

After all, he is someone who has helped him sincerely. It is difficult for Kurihara to ignore his daily wailing. Seeing that the opportunity is right, he made a favor and invited: "Maybe it is because of the near fate. I can also see some souls recently. ...There is one, I think is very suitable to be your subordinate."

"Where is there?!" Fu Jinshen, who had long wanted to get rid of the control of "my lord father", hurriedly threw away the mask of pain, and put on a look of ecstasy, like a large dog wagging its tail desperately at someone else. The cuteness is brought into full play.

Let's eat, let's eat!

If it weren't for knowing Yato's nature, the survivalist players who are used to seeing dirty scenes would probably mistake him for recharging by devouring souls, and he is an out-and-out reserve of the devil king.

——Which decent god would have his eyes lit up when he mentioned the artifact, wishing to show his heart by drooling...

No wonder he couldn't win over anyone (soul), and if he replaced it with a dead person with a weaker heart, he would probably have to be frightened by him and run away quickly on the spot, right?

Kurihara felt more and more that his decision was extremely correct, and he didn't waste any more time. He led Suishiannian's guy all the way through mountains and rivers, and stepped into a certain stronghold that he had stayed for a short time.

The originally clean wall still bears the traces of the fierce battle of that day, like the ground hit by meteors, it has turned into an ugly appearance of potholes, and the occasional dark bloodstains are even more shocking.

However, it is strange that the god who is extremely sensitive to negative situations has not smelled resentment, and there is no trace of the phenomenon of aging after a violent death, as if it has been purified by someone—— If it is summed up by an untimely Internet joke, it is probably that the deceased passed away peacefully.

"He found the peace he was looking for, and let go of his past sins."

Yato's eyes fell on the soft white ball floating in the air, and he couldn't help being a little surprised, "Such a person must have been a great person in his lifetime. It's not a bad thing to let go of the love and hatred of the past." Whatever is bad, from now on, just serve me wholeheartedly."

The god, who was rarely serious, then recited a handsome line that signed the relationship between the two.

In the blue light that suddenly flashed, a tall figure continuously condensed. Obviously, after the most critical link of naming, he will be able to recover the new artifact completely.

"As for the name..."

The unreliable god who remembered the first artifact touched his chin slightly, and pondered: "...Ji Yin?"

——Wait, is there something wrong with this person who is rushing towards me? !