"It would be perfect if I could know the whereabouts of that kid, I'm a little worried, Mitsukawa-senpai."

The curator smiled, picked up a meat skewer, slowly stroked it down, and muttered:

"What are you worried about, don't worry about it at all, the kid I trained with my own hands is not so weak!"

Having said that, the man in camouflage still noticed that the curator who spoke had an unnatural look on his brow.

"Heh~ Old man, you still don't want to admit it, forget it, then let's have another drink!"

As he spoke, the two raised their glasses and drank them all......

Tick-tock, time flies.

Zhang Keer opened the door of the house that she hadn't returned to for a long time, and she still had a few in her hand

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