Chapter 4: Night Talk

Night in a hotel in Rome.

Presidential suite, two people, a bottle of red wine, some food, talking. The young man sat on a chair to eat, and the middle-aged man stood half a meter behind the chair like a housekeeper.

"Is everything arranged? Yamada-kun. Tomorrow is a big day. There can't be a single mistake. Makoto Ito raised his goblet, shook it, took a sip of red wine gently, and said calmly.

"Yes, Chengjun, the things you explained have been completed, and the objects, personnel, and venues have all been contacted." Yamada is standing next to Makoto Ito. He bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry to excuse you, Yamada-kun, it's really hard for you to find people and venues in the Vatican at Christmas time! You're so capable. Makoto Ito put down his glass and said softly.

"Sit down and say, don't be too formal. Yamada-kun, you know that I'm not such a serious person. Makoto Ito pointed to the seat across from him and said lightly.

"Chengjun, you praise me too much, and I deserve it, but in fact, it is the power of money, and everything is the magic of money. It costs 13.6 times the usual price to arrange it all. Chengjun, don't blame me, it's good that things are not good. Yamada walked over and sat down, leaning forward slightly. There was a little pride on his face.

"It's nothing, as long as things are done perfectly, it's worth spending a little more. The Vatican Christmas venue, the festivals and beliefs of more than 400 people, the non-intervention of government departments, the acquiescence of the magic association, you must have gone through a lot of relationships, and it was worth it. Makoto Ito praised.

"Would you like a drink? The red wine here is ok. Although Ito Makoto was asking, he didn't wait for the other party's answer, Ito Makoto took a cup, poured a cup and put it in front of Yamada Ichi. Yamada is not dissatisfied, as if this is all as it should be.

"Thank you very much." Yamada raised his glass and gestured to Makoto Ito.

"Everything is guided by Chengjun." Yamada squinted at the red wine and said. "The wine here is really good."

"Don't be modest, after this is done, you take a month off, go for a walk, and pay for the studio. It's been a hard time for you in the past few years. Makoto Ito looked at Michichi Yamada.

"Chengjun, my life is all given by you, without you, I don't know what I will become. Seijun ......" Yamada said very excitedly. Yamada is also a man with a story.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, the name of the centurion actor is really Longinus, it's the original name, not a change. Have you found out? Makoto Ito said with concern.

The real name is magical, and knowing the true name of the Dao can perform some mysterious rituals, such as: curses, contracts, etc., so the real name of the demon is kept secret, and changing the name has no effect.

"It's the original name, and I've found 7 detective agencies to investigate. Longinus, what a peculiar name, was given to Christ Jesus to hurt the man. Yamada answered Ito's question seriously.

"Yes, that's good, tomorrow is an important day, and there can be no mistakes." Makoto Ito seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his face returned to calmness. Said softly.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and Makoto Ito has been preparing for 10 years.

"Chengjun, please rest assured, I have verified it many times, and I have prepared many sets of preparatory plans. The man named Longinus also arranged 5. Yamada stood up and said loudly and excitedly.

"Then I'm looking forward to tomorrow's show." After Ito finished eating, he stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the sparks outside, the lights were filled, and a Christmas tree was erected, which was full of colorful lights, and the festive atmosphere became stronger and stronger.

"Don't worry, Makoto, everything is as you wish. It's ridiculous to think that the journey of Jesus' death was staged on the day of Jesus' birth. Or in the Vatican, the center of the Crucidian faith. Christ Jesus will come down from heaven in anger. Yamada also put down his glass and walked over to Makoto Ito's side, his tone mocking.

"No, it's just an angel." Makoto Ito said. I didn't look back, just quietly looked at the light outside the window. Said softly.

"Chengjun, are you joking, angel? How could there be, it's just people's fantasy. If there were angels, how could my wife and daughter die like this, they are true Christians. God didn't come out to save them for anything. God, not worth believing. It's all fake! Yamada's tone went from excitement to moaning, his voice went from loud to silent, and his whole body trembled as if he was nervous.

"Still haven't you put it down, it's been three years, and the other party has been disposed of by the family." Makoto Ito turned around and patted Yamada on the shoulder.

"How can you put it down, Miko, she's only 7 years old. It's all my fault, and if it weren't for me, they wouldn't be gone. With a groan, Yamada fell to his knees. Covering his face with his hands, tears could be faintly seen.

Miko Yamada, the daughter of Yamada Ichi, a classmate of Makoto Ito, a very cute little girl, and the only friend in Makoto Ito's school. When he was 7 years old, he died with his mother, the reason, a very old story, Yamada Ichi, a teacher, had too strong a sense of justice, and intervened in some people's financial routes at the academy, and was found by the underworld to make a car accident during an outing with the Yamada family, Yamada Ichi didn't die in the car accident because he was lucky, and Miko and her mother died in that car accident.

After Makoto Ito told Miko's death in the knowledge of the rumor, he helped Miko avenge it through the strength of the family, and someone from the academy and the person who made the car accident were handed over to Yamada Ichi, who killed them with his own hands, which was very cruel and terrifying. Afterwards, Yamada sold his life to Makoto Ito and worked for Makoto Ito, and it has been 3 years since then.

"Alas...... It's all over, and Miko and Auntie won't think of you like this. Miko was Makoto Ito's only friend, and Kazunori Yamada worked hard for Ito for 3 years. Ito Makoto has done a lot of things that are not very convenient. Yamada can be said to be Ito Makoto's cronies, seeing that Yamada still hasn't come out of his sad appearance, Ito Makoto is also a little sad, and comforts softly.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper, and I made you laugh. Here's the package that the rat sent today. Yamada took out a face towel and wiped his face, then took out an envelope from the briefcase he had brought and handed it to Makoto Ito.

Makoto Ito took it, looked at the cover, and observed.

The imprint is not broken, it is untouched, and no one has seen it.

I opened it and looked at it, and the content was the whereabouts of the six kings.

Salvatore Toni, the "King of the Swords" of the Southern European Magic Society. A day ago in the Netherlands.

Sasha Dejansdal Woban, Marquis of Wabain, seven dead informants, whereabouts of which cannot be determined.

John Pruto Smith, a day ago in San Francisco, USA.

Alexander Gascoigne, the noble son of the Black. The whereabouts could not be determined.

Luo Hao, the martial arts king of Jiangnan, surnamed Luo, named Cuilian, and the word Hao. The leader of the Holy Cult, the apex of the King's Martial Arts. The satellite is located in Lushan.

Lady Aisha, whose real name is unknown, is titled [Queen of the Demon Cave]. The whereabouts could not be determined.

Being able to determine the location of the three Campiones seems to be quite good for "Mouse". Very capable.

Lady Aisha, Queen of the Demon Caves. Sasha Dejansdal Woban, Marquis of Woban, Alexander Gascoigne, Noble Son of the Black. Is the whereabouts of the three uncertain, it's a bit troublesome, I hope it won't affect tomorrow's showdown.

After thinking about it, according to the information of the previous life, Mrs. Aisha should be in seclusion in the Middle East, and the Marquis of Vauban should be in Eastern Europe and basically will not leave. The noble son of the black has the power of an angel, and he should not be uncomfortable coming to the Vatican at Christmas. I hope I don't come to the Vatican tomorrow.

"Oh, do you not understand what I have arranged?" Makoto Ito came back to his senses and looked at Yamada, who took two steps back, and said a little seriously.

"Yes, Chengjun, it would be too expensive to spend so much money, about 90% of the studio's funds, to run this opera. Without the support of the family, the studio would probably not even be able to function properly. Of course, I believe that Chengjun has his own reasons. Yamada expressed his opinion and changed the subject in the middle of his speech.

"Of course, after tomorrow, you will know the reason." Makoto Ito lit the letter, put it in the ashtray and watched it turn to ashes, then turned back to Yamada Michi

"It's good. I believe that a genius like Chengjun can't go wrong. After all, Chengjun never missed it. Whether it's an investment, or something else. "Yamada has a lot of confidence in Makoto Ito.

After all, the name of Makoto Ito's genius was not blown out, but forged with blood and money through war after war, defeating one enemy after another.

How can you say Makoto Ito succeed.

Dear, the world is different, but the law of development is the same, the technology of the god killer world is still much worse than the current world, and there are many literature, technology, novels, and comics that the god killer world does not have.

"It's kind of unbelievable how you managed to get the government to agree to this kind of drama." Makoto Ito's words are exaggerated, and there is no expression on Shiji's face.

"A certain prince of the Middle East, a fanatic believer of Allah, has some malice towards Catholicism, and the royal family of the Middle East is known to be a burner of money. As long as the oil in the ground does not run dry, the money in hand will not be cherished. For a little money, you can add to Jesus' trouble and arrange such a scene at Christmas. It's understandable. Of course, the name cannot be penetrated, after all, the international influence is not good. There was a faint pride on Yamada's face, as if he was proud of his idea.

"Pretty good idea, I can't help but applaud you." Makoto Ito sat back in his chair and clapped softly.

"It's great that you're satisfied." Yamada bowed slightly.

"Arrange for me tomorrow, I'm going to hand the centurion a gun. After all, there is a limit to how long that gun can be used. "Ito Makoto is eating again.

"No problem, but if you want to participate, or give me a role, I'm looking forward to performing with Chengjun." Yamada Road.

"No, leave Rome in the morning, remember it's morning, it's better to leave Europe in the afternoon. Do you understand! Makoto Ito looked at Yamada and said solemnly.

"I see, it's a shame that I can't perform with Chengjun." Yamada said with a little regret.

"There's still a chance in the future. I'm going to rest, you go teach the waiter to clean up, and then go and rest too. Makoto Ito touched his mouth with a napkin and said to Yamada.

"It's good, don't disturb Chengjun to rest, and I'm leaving." Yamada looked at Makoto Ito's slightly tired look, thought for a moment, and said softly.

After watching Yamada leave the room, Makoto Ito walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night scene outside. Suddenly laughed.

"Tomorrow is a good day. It's a good day to die. Hehehehehe......"