(a)

"In general, that's it. Do me a favor, raccoon!"

Nalan shook his face and stood in front of Eryan Yizang, his face was not red and his heart was not beating and he said this sentence.

There was no request, no inquiry, not even a word "please", just rudely, "asking" for help.

Eryan put down the wine glass in his hand and raised his forehead with a distressed expression.

"That's right," she thought to herself, "this outrageous attitude is indeed the Nalan Twilight that the old man knows." ”

It was half past two in the afternoon, and the place was a deserted tavern in some unknown country. Yuzo was supposed to eat slowly and drink quietly as usual...... If Nalan hadn't suddenly brought a large group of noisy guys to shreds this peaceful afternoon.

Speaking of which, how the hell did this guy find her?

Yuzang raised his head and glanced at the little ones that Nalan Twilight had brought with him. She knew the witch in the red and white dress, and the handsome servant should also be a human, and the rest ...... What are they?

"I'll see, vampire...... Magician...... And the lower level demons, right?" Yuzo looked up at Nalan Yu's face, "You want me to take care of them?"

"It can't be said to be a care," Nalan said, "Take a trip, pick up something by the way, and you can be the host." Deal with the problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and if you have time, you can lead them around and play something, which is not a complicated job. ”

Hearing this, she watched the little blonde girl with a side ponytail, in front of her, pick up the pork chop from the bowl of pork chop rice on the table and eat it in one bite, yes, one bite. It's great, now she doesn't even have lunch.

The headache became more and more intense, and Yizang couldn't help rubbing his temples, sighed lightly, and said:

"Can I refuse?"

"I'm crying to you!"

"Come on, you!"

She raised her glass, drank it down, and then slammed the glass cup on the table, and said:

"Boss, check out!"

(b)

Nalan drove his SUV and sped down the airport highway.

Beside him sat in the passenger seat, there was a fire in the fire, and there was only Remilia Scarlett in the back compartment, so it seemed a little empty.

The rest of the people let Eryan Yizang lead the tour, and now they are the only ones.

"It's too much...... Remilia said with her hands on her cheeks, puffing out, "they're all going to play, why can't I go?" ”

"We still have business to do. Nalan said

"What's the matter?"

"Very important thing. ”

"Cut!"

Remilia glared at the back of Nalan Twilight's head with disdain, pouted, and said:

"Mysterious, what kind of conspiracy are you doing?"

Hearing this, Nalan Yu smiled:

"Remy, do you know where we're going?"

"Where?"

"We're going back to our hometown!"

"Huh?"

"Next!"

As she spoke, Nalan raised her hand and threw it behind her, and a long piece of paper fell lightly onto Remilia's lap. She picked up the piece of paper and looked at it, only to see that it was a plane ticket.

"Tokyo...... Arrive...... Bucharest?" she pronounced the words above.

"Let's land in Bucharest first," Narantwi explained, "and then rent a car and drive northwest to Transylvania." ”

"Wait a minute, isn't that ......"

Remilia was about to speak, but was preempted by Nalan Twilight, only to hear him say:

"That's right, let's go back to the old site of the Red Devil Pavilion, back to the land that once belonged to you and me. There, we're going to meet somebody. ”

"Who?"

"'Crimson Demon: Three Generations'...... Just kidding. ”

Nalan smiled and stepped on the accelerator, and the car's engine roared.

"He's an interesting guy, you'll know when the time comes. ”

(c)

Eryan Yuzo was dressed in a black uniform and dressed like a company white-collar worker. She carried four large silver-white suitcases, two in each hand, and walked all the way from the elevator entrance.

It's the top floor of a building in the Ginza area of central Tokyo, and it's luxuriously decorated, but it's empty, dusty, and it looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time. Due to the long-term non-payment of electricity bills, the building has been cut off for a long time, so it looks a little dim.

It was originally the territory of Radu III, but after his death, the building was emptied.

Most of the high-value possessions in the building were removed, and those that were not taken were either treasures locked in safes or bank cards in the name of Radu III himself, whose owners died and no one could possess them.

However, there are no absolutes.

"Hey, I'm tired and old. ”

He walked to the large window at the end of the floor, put the four heavy boxes on the ground, shook his hand, and moved his aching joints.

"This person is old, and he really can't disobey the old. I am afraid that this kind of heavy work will become more and more impossible to do. ”

As she spoke, she took a bank card out of her pocket and threw it away. I saw that the card spun in the air a few times, and then a puff of green smoke came out, turned into a leaf, and slowly fell to the ground.

"Well, it's said to be heavy work, but it's actually technical work!" said with a smile.

"Thank you. ”

Standing in front of the window, staring at the bustling CBD street scene at her feet, Pachou Noreki slowly turned around and thanked Eryan Yuzang.

With that, she turned her head and gave the little devil beside her a look. The little devil immediately understood, and crouched down to open the four suitcases in turn. And I saw that there was nothing else in those boxes, but all green bills.

Hakuri Reimu, who was standing on the side, saw this, and her eyes straightened.

The little devil took out a stack of tickets from the box, nodded quickly, and then looked up and said to Pache Li:

"Lady Patchouli, it's genuine. ”

"Yes. ”

Pache motioned to the little devil to close the boxes without changing her face, and then lifted one with her own hands, handed it to the Zang, and said:

"Well, according to the agreement, the money is your payment. ”

"Thanks!"

Yuzo took the box, feeling the weight of the fullness with his arms, and smiled beautifully.

"And then there's this ......" said Pache as she lifted another box and turned her head to face Reimu, "Reimu, this is for you!"

"Shhh...... Yes, yes!",

Reimu sucked the saliva back from her mouth, her voice trembling, her eyes bursting with a golden light of desire—she couldn't wait.

As soon as she got the box, Reimu opened it in a hurry. It's like a wolf who hasn't eaten meat for a week facing a piece of tender fat, or a macho man who has been single for 30 years facing a beautiful woman with a striped stripe, the moment she sees the box full of tickets, her reason is washed away by the surging materialism like a tide.

"Money...... Money!hahahaha!"

Reimu unwrapped one of the bundles and threw them into the air with a wave of her hand, looking up to see them fly. Her face, which was originally quite good-looking, was now distorted by ecstasy, and she looked a little crazy and a little ugly.

Pache Noreki glanced at her with disdain, and then commanded:

"Little devil, keep the remaining two boxes of money. ”

"Yes, Lord Pache Lee. ”

The little devil nodded, and picked up the remaining two boxes one by one. Then, Patchouli stepped over the witch who was immersed in the shadow of money, and slowly walked to the dim depths of the top floor.

Eventually, she stopped in front of a metal door. The door contained a rather complicated combination lock - which is why it has not been breached to this day.

For Pache Norreki, those large boxes of money were just scrap paper, not real wealth at all, and she wouldn't even look at them.

"True wealth" is hidden behind this metal door.

"Sunshine Royal Flame. ”

The dazzling sunlight lit up the entire floor, broke through the glass walls, and spilled into the bustle of the outside world. The iron door in front of Pache gradually deformed and melted under the heat. The "wealth" she longed for was already within reach.

By the way, the consequence of the misuse of large-scale magic in downtown areas was that the "mysterious flash of Ginza" event was witnessed by tens of thousands of people, and gradually fermented, eventually becoming an urban legend. Of course, Pache doesn't play social media doesn't know that.