Chapter 1 I Heard You Want to Eat Pasta?
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"Sir, please show your ID. β
"Oh. β
September 26th, early morning. The international airport of the 23rd School District.
Perhaps because the plane just had a lot of passengers, the huge airport seemed empty. The red boy took the ID out of his pocket and handed it to his sister at the front desk. Because it's an acquaintance.,And it's not once or twice.,The authenticity or something can't be identified even through the instruments of the school city.γ
"I've been waiting for a long time, please put away your papers. β
"Got it. β
Some people may ask, why is the invincible young man in the world so well-behaved at this time. Then I'm going to ask you in turn -- who has nothing to do and make a fuss at the airport? If you want to make a fuss, you have to go to a place like the White House. To put it bluntly, the boy named Jun Aikawa is just not interested in it, or he can't be bored.
Someone who has nothing to do with himself will probably pull him to himself strongly. But if you can't get along with yourself, even if others kneel down and beg you, you won't pay attention to it for a second. Of course, except when working, even if the commission is boring, but if the contract is contracted, even if the client is beaten up later, it must be completed, and the so-called contractor is like this.
Passing through the security gate unharmed, Aikawa glanced at the electronic watch on the wall - there is still a long time, do you want to sleep for a while, or do you want to take a walk around here? Just as he was thinking about it, his phone rang.
Who, call so early. Looking at the name displayed on the screen with a slightly complaining thought, Aikawa tilted his head, why did he call?
"What's the matter?"
Can you help me get some documents in the fastest time?
I'm sorry I'm busy right now, I don't have time.
That's what he thinks, and that's what he says. Consistency is a bad habit of his. But after saying that, the solution also came to mind.
ββ¦β¦ Wait, if you think about it, tell me what documents you have. β
The method has been thought of, since it is a commission, it will be accepted, and there is no need to [do it yourself] anyway.
"Student ID, ID card, passport, exit permit. β
Brother, how did you live in this city without revealing your identity?
ββ¦β¦β¦β¦ Forget it, anyway, I will accept this commission, and the remuneration will be taken from your bank account. β
Wait, how did you know my bank account......
I don't want to hang up the phone, I always feel that there is a murderous aura coming from the security checkpoint, so I'll go and see it later. Let's talk about the phone call first.
Tut-, to-, to-, to-, Kala.
This is Lightspeed Express, do you have any needs?
"Yo cook!
Damn, it's you, and I'm a cook! Cooking is an art! Do you know art? Is that something that everyone can learn!?
"This kind of thing will be talked about when you are not running errands, and now I have been entrusted with some papers, get me some papers. β
This has a gross relationship with express delivery...... In short, what is the name, which nationality do you want, what does it look like?
"School City's student ID card and exit permit,General citizen ID card and passport,γ Just name me whatever you want, and if you have a nationality, just paint me orange. β
OK, but what does it mean to look like you? long-lost brother?
"A bunch of psychopaths, like they've been put together out of my blood and hair. β
Cloning isn't something you can just make out of a scrape of salt, right...... Okay, let's just send it to your brother.
"Thanks, I'll treat you next time. The remuneration starts with "
Do I pay?
"Of course!"
Hang up hard, it's funny.
"But what does he need a permit to go out for?"
Travel, could it be Italy like me? Ha, if it were, it would be fun.
But it backfired, and Aikawa didn't see the boy in the end, which shrugged his shoulders.
Well, anyway, let's have a fun trip, I always think this trip will be interesting.
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γStripping City Adraγ
No, should it be called a city?
Judging from the vast and quiet lake behind us, and the sturdy suspension bridge hanging down in front of us, it really fits the form of the castle. The scenery of forests, lakes and marble has a solemn sense of majesty that seems to have come out of a fairy tale. In terms of advantages and disadvantages, it is not inferior to all kinds of famous cities in England.
However.
The spire was built crookedly, twisting like a painful spine. The piles of marble, as if deliberately designed to disturb people, seem to have been carefully calculated in their position. The building, which was supposed to be man-made, gives the impression that it existed in this shape from the beginning - as if it had been excavated from the inner side of the mountain, and this stage gives the illusion of such absurdity.
-- Half of the city gate collapsed, broken ribs.
-- The crooked walls are the arms that cling to the earth.
ββThe main body of the mansion that can be seen from the castle wall reminds you of a beating heart.
It is like turning the body of a giant upside down with its internal organs and peeling the skin off the muscles, which is evoked in the viewer's mind.
ββ¦β¦ Woo. β
My body trembled slightly.
Far more ominous than the gesture seen in the photograph - even sacred.
And in front of this ominous castle -
"My pasta !!!!!ahh
There was a young man who let out a martyr's cry before us.
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