[Ability: Slap in the face]

[Effect: Can force the other party to fall into a calm state and look at the things in front of him from the right perspective.] Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ】

[Activation condition: Hit someone in the face, there is no limit to the force.] 】

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Marco Polo International Airport is known as the gateway to Northern Italy, specifically the province of Vento.

The airport is located on the coast of mainland Italy across from Venice, the water capital of the Adriatic Sea, and is mostly used to transport tourists. From here, visitors can enter the island by land via the Ponte-Littorio, which is about four kilometers long, or by sea, by boat.

In addition to the main island of Venice, there are also trips to Vicenza, Padova, and Bassanograpa

Routes to tourist cities such as Bassano-del-Grappa, Belluno and others. In any case, tourists coming to Northeast Italy from overseas must first disembark at this airport, where the planes carrying the Upper and Intixes also land. This airport basically does not accept direct flights from RB, but Gakuen City seems to be an exception.

"I didn't come. ”

Ten minutes have passed since the meeting time. Not to mention the tour guide, the other members didn't even see half a figure. The warm breeze that blows with the smell of the tide mixes with the exhaust fumes emitted by the buses that come and go. If ordinary people are in such a situation for a long time, just like a rock being eroded by waves, it will gradually become weak. But the boy was not an ordinary man, much less a rock, so there was no such thing as this - he walked away without thinking about it.

Sorry, as long as you're not working, you're done.

"Italy...... Anyway, let's go see the mafia first!"

As a matter of common sense, a trip to the mafia will never be on the list. But the boy didn't care, it was better to say that he had intended it this way, and from this point of view, his departure from the team undoubtedly saved several lives. This is gratifying.

Hop on a bus and hop off at Chioggia, a town about 20 kilometers south of Venice in a straight line (in fact, you have to go through a curved coastline, so it's even farther away), and the teenager wanders freely through the sometimes narrow and sometimes wide streets. The road we are on now is a wide road. The road is about three lanes wide, but there are no white lines on the road. The road is full of people, and there is no difference between a lane and a trail. It feels like Walker Heaven. Of course, the pedestrians on the road are not the oriental faces that are often seen in the school city, but the western faces seen in the movie.

On the left and right sides of the road are reddish-brown and yellow buildings. The three- to five-storey building, which appears to be a café or restaurant, is extended from the second floor of the shop in the form of a tent-like awning, which increases the amplitude of the building and completely covers the space of the open-air café. Since all the shops facing the road use parasols or awnings, the sides of the road look like arcades or tunnels made of fabric.

(Huh?)

Aikawa noticed a carriage coming from here. No, it's a carriage, but it's a donkey pulling it. This is the poor creature that used to be called the Fool's Mount.

The red chariot is decorated with gold. In order to be able to walk on the road, the car not only has a license plate on it, but also the size has been carefully adjusted. This type of carriage is not uncommon for sightseeing. Just like the phoenix boats in Venice, as long as the customer needs it, even if it is a means of transportation hundreds of years ago, it can do business.

But.

"Hey, that carriage over there! ”

Not Japanese, not even Italian, the boy said in Latin. Although I have heard Latin in Italy, I have heard a lot of it, but I can definitely not understand it. Moreover, this is the language traditionally used by the Roman Catholic Church as the language of formal meetings and liturgies. Only a few Christian clergy and scholars are fluent in it. The people around me will definitely not understand half a word. Except for the guy who drove the carriage.

The two-headed carriage suddenly stopped on the stone street. Then, as if to guide the boy, the donkey's tail spared three laps, and then slowly moved forward again.

However, the boy did not eat this set at all.

"I told you to stop, did you hear—!"

A mobile phone of less than 130 grams slammed into the carriage with a terrifying momentum that rivaled the speed of the third universe. The fragile wagon was whipped up with a roar and dust, and the howling wind drowned out the screams in the carriage, and the visible shock wave rippled through every corner of the street. Because everything happened so suddenly, the civilians around them had no idea what was happening, or maybe the brain instinctively refused to remember what was happening in front of them.

In short, the carriage flew. And the reason for flying is very simple - because it was Jun Aikawa who lifted it off. That's all.

"Okay, next-"

On the roof of a building far away from the scene, Aikawa looked at the two nuns he was carrying in his hands and sneered sarcastically.

"Things are finally getting interesting. ”

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Let's turn the camera to the side of the teenager and explain it from the perspective of a certain girl.

"These are all beyond the boundaries of worship. Religious fanaticism?"

The young man next to him sighed very appropriately, but my attention was not on this now.

（………… ）

When I looked at it, I felt like my throat was stuck in something.

Because I really don't think that these collected angels are just collectibles. No, even if it's just an art collection, [these things] with enough age and intensity, there will be some kind of inexplicable pressure hidden in them. Walking into a wunderkammer (room of wonder) infused with a particular person's extravagances and hobbies is the equivalent of stepping into that person's brain.

In that case, here's-

(It's like ...... Brains. ）

The viscous air in the room made me think.

I couldn't help but feel soft under my feet, but even the floor where my hands were propped up was carved with angels.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. The chill I felt when I saw the city grew worse and worse, as if I had fallen into a wet swamp. There were countless eyeballs floating in the swamp, as if they were observing us as we were submerged. I couldn't escape their observation. In the same time as eternity, I fell in the angel's brain one by one.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?

Heard, voice.

I couldn't tell which direction the sound was coming from.

"Is there anything wrong with it? But it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with your body. Let me see. ”

There was a slight cold touch on my cheeks, and I could feel my face lifted. I would have reflexively refused if I had a normal day, but the distorted vision made it impossible for me to take care of it.

"I see, is the sensibility echoing the hue here, thus oppressing its own functions...... It's really a bad castle lord. ”

Syllable. A crisp sound echoed in my ears. There was a fiery stinging pain in his cheeks, and then, like the waters of the ebbing tide, the discomfort quickly dissipated, and his feet gradually turned back into stone slabs. The air was just a little viscous, and certainly not a lot of eyeballs floating. I felt myself gasping for breath and being very noisy, and the cold sweat oozing from my body made me uncomfortable.

The orange boy was holding my face and looking at me, and even I could feel my breathing. Relieved to see that I was okay, he lowered his hand from his cheek. I consciously pulled my hood down to hide my slightly hot face.

At this time, the master on the side looked down at me and said.

"What do you see?"

“…… Ah, that...... Look at my eyeballs, and the swamp of brains......"

"I see. I should let you do preventive meditation training in the morning, and add it to your homework when you get back. ”

"Whew,"

Not reconciled, but I can't argue with it at all.

The boy not far ahead looked around curiously as if he had done nothing. It seems that he is curious about such an almost crazy pursuit. But it didn't last long, and after watching for a while, he went to Flieu, who was hiding behind the pillar for some reason, and whispered.

"Hey, uncle, where are you from? Your mouth is so dry, did you just come out of the desert? I have water here, you're welcome. ”

“…… Oh, no, no. ”

"And do you know how to make pasta?"

"Huh?"

Although this volume is no longer a whisper, it can be seen from the conversation that the boy seems to have a fascination with pasta.

At this moment, a figure approached near the spiral staircase in the foyer.

Blonde.

It was a young man with clear eyes, and his eyes were more impressive than his handsome countenance.

I think I'm about twenty-five years old. But from his dignified demeanor, you can see the confidence and experience that do not match his youth. The combination of a clean white suit and a tie clip inlaid with precious stones combined with his calm demeanor makes people feel that his gentlemanly bearing is several floors higher.

The young man walked up to the Master and bowed.

"Long time no see, Mr. Monarch Ermero. ”

"Please add 2 lives. If I carry it like this, the name is still too heavy for me. ”

"You are too modest. I've always heard about your activity at the clock tower. ”

This is not a scene, his voice with sincerity sounds very pleasant.

The voice is as if it were a representation of the years that youth has gone through. No matter when and where, he will probably face the obstacles on the road of life like this.

"That, I'm sorry. Can you excuse me?"

The orange boy stepped forward for some reason and said to the young man.

"Well, if it's within my reach. ”

"Are you Italian?"

“………… Huh?"

Correction. It seems that the teenager is not obsessed with pasta, but Italy itself.

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