"Penglie is not the only partner of France, Tsunayoshi Sawada, are you sure you want to oppose us in the affairs of the Holy See?"

The black-haired youth's swarthy eyes pierced straight at the brown-haired youth who was slowly shaking the teacup in his hand, "Mirufio is also a good partner to work with. ”

"No, no, no, Il Mini is too anxious," Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled gently, and handed the tea to Il Fan with one hand, "Bai Lan will never be a good partner like me, not to mention that I have no intention of refusing this assassination, I just hope that I can add a trivial request to this reward." ”

Ilmi lowered his eyes and looked at the circle of rippling teacups, the rich aroma of tea rose from the mouth of the cup, and a thin layer of white mist spread in the cold air of early winter......

"Tsunayoshi Sawada, you've changed a lot."

"Il Mini, do you remember when you went to Bingsheng High School for exchange?"

Yi'er's eyes flickered several times, and he turned his head a little mechanically and cast his gaze out of the window, "Waste Chai Gang, you really, have changed a lot." ”

"But Il Mini hasn't changed at all."

Not at all... Has it changed?

Perhaps because the memory of ten or twenty years has been a little blurry, Yier tilted his head and said honestly, "I have a deep impression of you." ”

"How can you remember others more than you do?" It's just that Ilmi is shirking, Sawada Tsunayoshi naturally answers, "Ilmi has always been a very gentle person." ”

Life at Namimori Middle School is still as clear as yesterday to Tsunyoshi Sawada, who is now 20 years old and controls the entire mafia, the first half is embarrassingly unforgettable, and the second half is the opposite.

Ah, of course he's thankful for Reborn and Ilfan, but ......

Can't help but think of the beautiful dreams that were embraced by beautiful girls one by one, as if they were in Takamagahara......

He smiled slightly.

Who could be as lucky as him to bring the Celestial Maiden out of the dream?

Yes...... When I think of the bell, I really can't concentrate on it......

Tsunayoshi Sawada stretched out his hand to smooth the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and restarted a nostalgia that seemed aimless, "I just remembered a lot of time with Ilfan, it's really nostalgic." ”

“……”

Unlike when he was young, he was like a lamb and was bullied, and the current leader of Penglie is an old goat who consumes the beast to death, and speaks in a way that makes people have no desire to refute.

"The Holy See has always been the enemy of France and even all of Europe, Tsunayoshi Sawada, you are also helping yourself."

"There are no permanent enemies, Ilmi, the Holy See and France all want to control the whole of Europe, the mafia is just a weapon for you to fight for, the sophistication of weapons is the key to your game, you want Pengle, and the other side wants ......"

"Speak human words."

"Ale?"

"You can really say a lot more now than before, Tsunayoshi Sawada."

“.…… Aha"

The scene was a little awkward, the delicate black-haired young man spoke unceremoniously, and Sawada Tsunayoshi scratched his head in annoyance.

"Ah, in the final analysis, the original intention of establishing Penglie was only a self-defense group, involved in the struggle for party power and territory...... Penglie is not suitable after all......"

"Do you want to refuse to cooperate after this time? It couldn't be more stupid! Tsunayoshi Sawada! ”

In a moment, the air pressure in the small conference room plummeted to the point where it was difficult to breathe, and the ordinary waiter even turned a little purple......

"Bang"

The ceramic teacup exploded with a screech a few seconds after the young man's voice fell......

Penglie smiled and lit the ring flame, the orange light dazzling.

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"Knock"

A crisp knock broke the silence.

The maid with her head down dragged the refreshment plate and walked in slowly, Sawada Tsunayoshi reflexively glanced back, only to feel that it was a very familiar, but not very impressive face, "What is it?" ”

"Freshly baked lava cake, Boss."

It's also a very familiar, but not impressive sound.

Probably... I've met a newcomer once or twice, but I don't have much contact.

Sawada Tsunayoshi inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few blushes in the maid's hair, "This flower is very beautiful." ”

Very worthy of his own wife.

He pondered that after the meeting, he would bring something to his wife.

"Put it down, and get out."

The maid nodded obediently, and when she went out, she took a step, and a few strands of sideburns fell from her ears obediently, and her delicate face became even more touching and pitiful.

Ilfan's gaze couldn't help but cast towards the maid, and after seeing her face clearly, she was a little confused by the anger in her heart.

He watched coldly as Tsunyoshi Sawada gave orders to his beloved wife like a stranger, and the so-called elite killers on the side did not see anything strange on their faces.

Did he recognize the wrong person?

How can it be.

Suzu Hanamiya ...... The spy sent by France to lurk Penglie for many years, he would see the face in the moonlight every month that was beautiful enough to be used as a weapon.

How could he admit his mistake?

Could it be that Tsunayoshi Sawada has found another maid with a similar appearance to Suzu Hanamiya?

He glanced again in the direction of the maid without a trace, and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling stirring up in his heart.

Beautiful, delicate, gentle, virtuous.

Ilmi blinked,

It's still nothing more than a dagger for the dynasty.

As the Ilfan wandered, the tension in the air gradually dissipated.

The two of them held up their plates in unison and silently savored the council snacks.

Ilfan chewed slowly, the rich aroma exploding on the tip of his tongue, but it was not the aroma of cocoa beans, it was the aroma of red wine from Courange.

The aroma of the chocolate is deliberately masked.

"Sawada, do you think that Pengley, without the protection of France, can really survive the war?"

"Why—why not try?"

Yi'er frowned violently, "Then you don't need to participate in this Holy See event at all!" ”

Huo Di, a young man with black hair, got up from the sofa and walked towards the door with a blank face.

The French man's high heels on the marble floor made a sharp sound, as piercing as if they had been cut with a steel needle on glass.

As Ilmi took the lead, the entire French legation sitting behind him also stood up in unison.

More than a dozen men followed Il in unison, like samples carved out of the same mold.

"Ilfan, I'm not done yet."

The young man's finger on the doorknob paused.

"The French mafia is scattered and vulnerable, which is why you came directly to Italy to cooperate with me."

"Yes."

"Then you might as well give it all to me."

“？”

The brown-haired youth sipped his tea, "Penglie needs more strength to defend itself, and France needs an elite army on the surface, doesn't it?" ”

“…… What do you mean? ”

"Although we have been working together in secret, neither the Holy See nor Mirufio knows anything about our 'secret deals', don't they? In their eyes, Penglie is already your first bullet in France, and of course your empress is indifferent to such a situation, but I don't want to bet Penglie on an empire that is internally unstable. ”

"And you want to?"

"Give me a week, and I'll go to France and meet with the mafia leaders."

“... How can you be sure that they will work well together? ”

"Huh? Don't you know that Penglie has the best illusionist in the world? ”

“.…… I'll talk to the Queen tonight. ”

"Your room is still the same old place, Ilmi."

“.……”

Ilmi looked back and took a deep look at the breezy leader Penglie who was sitting on the sofa.

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