This fatal taunt from myself made my mood plummet in an instant.

Hi - whoosh, whether it's a cute body, or a cute voice, or your own face...... I hate it very much.

But sometimes, I still like it a little bit......

Instantly, I was even more disgusted with my hesitant thoughts, and this kind of body.

That time, and that time...... And also......

Irritability and self-loathing, the cute smile that made me perform in my true colors was instantly taken back. The indifferent expression is like a puppet with a broken thread, empty and godless.

But at this moment, Sister Wrist's evasive words, mixed with a hint of embarrassing shy laughter, brought me back to my senses. "Then, then I'll leave it to you~ haha, hahaha."

I looked at Sister Wrist and found that Sister Wrist was still pouting, and her cheeks still had that girlish excitement.

Sister Wrist looks very young, but her tall figure and proud twin peaks make me always feel that this Fan Minao, like Qiaolu, belongs to the royal sister. So at this moment, the girl seems to be crimson, and I can't help but recall the uncommon cute side that was revealed when Qiaolu was praised.

My sister's shy appearance is also cute, so why do you always have to be so strong? I can't say that, because in the way I am, it's useless to say it.

If you are a little more handsome and taller, if you say this, you will probably have an extra harem.

But I ...... This...... It's not the male protagonist, what qualifications do you have to open a harem if you're still dirty? ……

My heart grew heavier, "Hehehe. He smiled self-deprecatingly, maybe because he didn't want to make his personality miserable, maybe because he was thinking too much about it, or maybe he didn't want to be upset about this kind of thing anymore.

Anyway, I suddenly emptied my brain at this moment.

I quickly perked up and followed my sister's gaze to the kitchen side because of the 'herd mentality'. I found that I don't know when, the little Lori with brown hair and blue eyes was holding three large wine glasses and walking back to the back kitchen.

"That's ...... Chinatsu? ”

"Well, those two kids, are they helping?" I asked casually, my expression a little stunned because I had emptied my brain.

"Huh? Well! yes," Sister Wrist came back to her senses.

Seeing Sister Wrist turn around, I continued to ask blankly, "So, is that helping?"

"Yes, those two little girls came to me this morning and begged me to let them work here, well, after all, they are your slaves, and it is really difficult to refuse, so I agreed."

【D3】

The meaning of Sister Wrist's words was obviously to sell Ninety-Nine's favor, so Ninety-Nine immediately replied, "Oh, I see, I will pay the wages of the two of them."

"Hehe, it's really a stupid sister. As a slave owner, not only does he not ask for the payment of the slave's labor, but he has to pay the slave for his labor. Hehehe. ”

Sister Wrist snickered psychologically, didn't say it, and then said, "How can this work, although you are their master, but the money earned from work still has to be paid by us."

Hehe, Ninety-Nine sighed, his eyes glancing to the side, and crooked his mouth with a wicked smile, "That, hey, okay. Then thank you, Sister Wrist. Well, there's another thing, in fact, after I went out yesterday, I had already terminated the slave contract. So I'm no longer their master."

"Oops!? You broke the [high-level slave contract]?" Sister Wrist was taken aback, and her voice was a little loud.

"Hmm," Ninety-Nine shrank back in fear, "Sister Wrist, why are you so loud?"

"Sorry to scare you." Sister Wrist smiled wryly and said, "Sure enough, this super clumsy ......" continued, "So? In fact, yesterday, after you went out, they were already free?"

"Well, that's it."

"Hey, what's going on......

"No way, who made them disobedient. I can only come to the hard one." Ninety-nine pouted.

"Haha, okay......" Sister Wrist continued to smile bitterly, feeling more and more cute about Xiao Jiu, "I take the liberty of asking Xiao Jiu why you want to save those two children."

Surprise! Ninety-nine shook his head, and the most annoying problem came.

He held his head helplessly with his slender fingers, making a helpless expression while quickly making up the answer in his head.

"Uh-huh, actually...... It's the people who look at the attics...... It's not good."

"So you snatched the child from those people in the Song Tower?"

"Uh...... That's right." Ninety-nine was like a businessman sitting at a bar lamenting bad luck, one hand on his head, one hand attached to the press board, and his face twisted to the side reluctantly.

Sister Wrist listened to Ninety-Nine's answer and smiled fondly, hehe.

"By the way, Sister Wrist, is the boss of the Gelou called Joshua?"

"Huh? Forehead...... Hmm." Sister Wrist looked a little hesitant, this subtle tone may be a lie, or it may be because of fear, or disgust, in short, this voice appears definitely because the person named Joshua is not simple.

"That person, if you mess with it, it's going to be a lot of trouble, right?"

"Hmm...... Sort of."

For this answer that he had guessed a long time ago, Ninety-Nine sighed slightly, but the matter has come to this point, and he can only resign himself to fate, big deal, kill him.

"What kind of man is he?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen much. It's very rich, after all, the caravan that seems to be close to the city lord and comes and goes, and they occasionally escort it. Speaking of which, most of our shops are 'managed' by him." Sister Wrist's eyes sank, as if she was sorting out her thoughts.

"Huh? Do you charge protection money?" Ninety-Nine asked, thinking that Joshua had become a gangster in Coswall.

"Sort of, but Joshua never showed up, and it was his men who received the money."

This information made Ninety-Nine curious, and his eyebrows were raised and lowered.

"Hmph" Sister Wrist snorted softly, shrugged her shoulders, smiled crookedly at the corners of her mouth, and looked down to the right with an incredible look in her eyes, revealing an expression that she was also very curious, "And occasionally, that group of people simply don't come to accept it. And the next time I come to collect it, I will only let those shopkeepers pay this month."

"Huh?" Ninety-nine frowned, revealing an unbelievable look. You must know that this is the Middle Ages, the Middle Ages of garbage! How can there be such a mafia of conscience?

It's a good reception desk, and I was stunned to be chatted out of the bar, especially when Ninety-Nine was still lying on the table.

"Hey, how do you think, how can someone who runs that kind of place be short of money, let alone ......" Sister Wrist suddenly hesitated and forcibly took back the words that came out of half a sentence.