In the afternoon, in a corner of Shinjuku Ward, Takamagahara, which had been closed for two days, reopened, and this entertainment club, which is famous in Tokyo's professional women's circles, quietly opened its doors again after a few days of quiet closure.

Even after the inexplicable closure of the store, the store has issued an explanation to customers that it is in the process of renovating the interior to make it a better experience for customers.

But even so, the guests who didn't receive the slightest notice in advance still had a lot of complaints and grievances about it.

Among them, they are either the top architects in the industry, or the popular female singers, or the families of a parliamentarian or a politician...... In short, it is a group of people who have a good influence in the bustling city of Tokyo.

They were either full of anger, or their faces were full of frost, or they were looking at the closed door with blank faces, probably thinking in their hearts about how to make the bald boss look good.

Suits and leather shoes, the security guards who were still working as cowherds two days ago wore sunglasses with solemn expressions, no matter how the guests who had frequented them before, they did not open the door in advance and revealed a trace of remodeling.

The new security captain wasn't a good officer, and although she claimed to have spent time in the Russian secret service, she looked half-anyway.

However, the so-called KGB training method she brought was quite useful, and in just a few days, she restored this group of retired veterans who were stained with the smell of fireworks into the spirit of their in-service life.

It's hard to say how the actual combat ability has recovered, but it is still quite bluffing. At least the underworld who want to lend usury to humpback whales are afraid to approach here.

So in the growing dissatisfaction of the ladies, the opening hours arrived. The security guard at the door nodded to the headset he was wearing, glanced at his companion, and together he held the load-bearing doorknob to open the door, which had been closed for many days.

To the surprise of the angry but expectant guests, Takamagahara, which was known for its splendor, which had been known for providing the highest level of service, was now completely dark.

"Are you messing with us at the lake?" The new generation of idol singers in the crowd, Chixia Aoki, who is known for not being good at provoking, asked angrily.

"That's right, according to the membership regulations, if you don't open for business for a few days, it is considered a breach of contract, and it has already constituted commercial fraud." It has always been gentle, but Sanae Nakajima, who was released for a few days, said dissatisfiedly.

Suddenly, a light lit up in the dark hall. A fitted black suit with a side cloak that looked like the ancient European aristocracy.

Looking like a foreigner, a man with blond hair tied in a ponytail stood on top of the illuminated stage. He bowed slightly to some of the unknown guests outside the door, and said in Japanese, which he could understand with a foreign accent, "I'm sorry for making a few unpleasant days." I'm Manek, the new lobby manager of Takamagahara, and it's an honor to meet you. The guests were shocked, and the first thing they saw was not that he was not good-looking, but that he claimed to be a legendary humpback whale in the cowherd world when he was young, but a beautiful man like a European aristocrat in the Middle Ages.

"So, as an apology, tonight's drinks will be free, and there will be a little surprise, so I hope you all have a great time tonight. In the meantime, welcome to ......" Meneke chuckled and snapped his fingers.

The lights suddenly turned on, and the sudden lights made the guests subconsciously stretch out their hands to block their eyes, and then found that the lights were not as dazzling as they imagined.

Walking into Takamagahara with curiosity, they were surprised to find that most of the luxurious decorations in the clubhouse were too luxurious, and the taste was enough, but they would feel tired after seeing too much, had been removed.

Instead, it is elegant and elegant, and it is exquisitely carved by hand like a famous craftsman. These floats, combined with the ornate decorations that have been deliberately left behind, are just the right amount of understatement, yet luxurious, like a cellar wine.

Under the soft lighting, the cowherds, who were originally dressed up with heavy makeup and fancy to attract guests, wore decent deacon tuxedos, their hair meticulously combed, and stood quietly but straight in front of the elegant wooden table, waiting for the guests to take their seats.

As for the originally expensive but full of amorous leather sofa and expensive coffee table, I don't know where it was thrown...... Gone is the atmosphere of the Takamagahara nightclub as an entertainment club, replaced by a solemn and noble atmosphere like a royal manor.

Dressed in high heels, the somewhat flamboyant guests subconsciously relaxed their steps, as if they were attending a medieval royal banquet, and took their seats extremely carefully.

Then they were surprised to find that the waiter standing next to them was their favorite cowherd, but the other party was more meticulous than a professional housekeeper at this time.

And there are no more seats in the hall, and there are no more than one and no less, so it just happened that the guests who came to the door angrily and planned to return to the venue.

The seating is also carefully placed so that no guest feels left out and does not look like it has been improvised.

At the edge of the hall, there are also standing soldiers dressed in classical European military uniforms with golden ribbons and swords hanging from their waists, like palace guards, escorting the guests in the hall to eat, providing an unparalleled sense of security.

"Well, I hope this apology will satisfy you, because of some trivial matters, I have to miss it." With a slight bow, Meneke stepped off the stage, replaced by a formally dressed classical band.

In the hall where classical music floats, someone whispers. Fingal lowered his voice and said, "It seems that he is enjoying himself. Caesar nodded: "Take it away, he just enjoys it." Then he looked up and couldn't help but admire: "He is worthy of being the original president of the Lionheart Society, the founder of the Kassel Academy, which is completely different from the current Lionheart Society!" This kind of taste, even when the castle of the Gattuso family is still there, I am afraid it cannot be compared. ”

"It always feels like you're connotating someone, but that's not the point, right?" Fingal said with a subtle face,

"It's disillusionment, disillusionment! The image of the hero is disillusioned like this! I'm also German, but I idolized him when I was a teenager! Caesar glanced at him, looked up and down, and said, "How can a man like you have idols?" Fingal said with a serious face: "Don't look like an old fritter now, but when I was as young as you, I was very young." ”

"I'm sorry, I can't imagine what you'll be like when you're young......" Caesar said with a look of disdain.

Leaving the Kamidai Takamagahara, they entered this Takamagahara, a nightclub in the downtown area of Shinjuku.

At the beginning, when they knew that their future base would be a cowherd shop, and it was no surprise that they might be able to work as employees here, they put on tuxedos, waiter clothes, and classical military uniforms with gold ribbons with a bit of freshness and a little excitement in the weirdness, as well as the complicated feelings of coming.

"It's almost time for me to play." Caesar patted the white tuxedo on his body, which was different from the others.

As a team brought over by the new boss himself, they naturally have the privilege of being a lazy person even if they don't work.

But Caesar, who has not seen what a cowherd is in the past few decades and plans to charter a cowherd club to experience in the future when he travels to Japan in the future, believes that all people are born the same, and what other people do, he does the same...... In fact, to put it bluntly, I just want to play, after all, such opportunities don't come often.

Fingal, who also wanted to experience the life of a cowherd, asked the agent to prepare him a fancy suit for him, and he wanted Japanese women to have a good look at the service that belongs to Europe.

Then the humpback whale who had a fight with Fa Liang and Professor Manstein subtly handed over a suit with a jacket and a small tray that the waiter came up with and said, according to the instructions of the secretary who had never shown up, Mr. Fingal, if you want to work, you can arrange for the work of serving the plates to you, if you are not satisfied, there are cleaning and security options.

Fingal slapped his hands at that time and shouted, "Are you Uncle Frings a person who can be wronged like this?" Then I looked up to the sky and laughed and went out, how could my generation go out of the Penghao people...... It's just that before the poem was finished, he came back in ashes.

Because he suddenly remembered that when he was boarded on the plane to Japan, he had not a single cent of yen or euro on him.

As for Chu Zihang, he didn't know where to patrol after leading his classical military uniform, if he saw that the sword on his waist was not a European-style decorative saber, but two Japanese-style real guys, it would be him.

Just saved Japan, and then the next second became a busy employee in the cowherd shop, this contrast is not ordinary............ On the other hand, Kabukicho, unlike the reopened Takamagahara nightclub next door, the Tamamo-mae Club, which had been closed for one night, announced that it would be closed for another night.

But unlike next door, there are no imposing customers who come to the door to express their dissatisfaction, because at this moment, the yakuza in black trench coats or kimonos are patrolling the streets of the club.

The underworlds were expressionless, but no matter how they looked at it, their buttoned black clothes bulged out at their waists, as if they had hidden some weapons.

It seems that they are on patrol, and they seem to be waiting for someone, so that people wandering back on the street corner dare not linger, and they dare not take a look.

Until a certain moment, a Maserati car with an international license plate quietly drove into the parking lot in front of the club, and all the patrolling underworld saw this scene and was stunned.

They quickly lined up, as if fearful, but also like a welcome, waiting for the long-overdue guests to get off the bus.

The car door opened, still dressed in a black suit, Ange closed the car door, casually glanced at the old man standing quietly on the side and said, "You are the person sent by Aga to pick me up?" ”

"Yes, student Yoshitaka Hasegawa, class of 1955 at Kassel Academy, majoring in precision mechanics, once had the privilege of listening to your class, the principal!" The old man, who looked older than Ange, said with some pride.

Angedo glanced at him: "I remember you, one of the original cadres of the Japanese branch. I thought that no one would call me the principal in Japan anymore. Yoshitaka Hasegawa bowed his head and said respectfully: "There are indeed people in the eight families who don't like to be attached to the academy, but not everyone wants to think like this, and he ...... Inuyama's parents."

"Let's talk about it when we get in." Ange interrupted him by looking sideways at the underworlds who were standing respectfully.

As he walked forward, Yoshitaka Hasegawa respectfully followed behind, and as they passed by the underworld in a queue, they bowed and shouted almost at the same time, "Hello headmaster!" Angren looked at them and nodded: "Hello classmates! The yakuza gathered in a long line and gradually disappeared into the door of the Tamamo front club, leaving only passers-by with blank faces and no idea what was going on.

Unlike the deserted outside, the whole club is bustling inside. The teenage girls in their teenage years wore revealing costumes, black rabbit ears, pantyhose and high heels, wagged their fluffy tails behind their backs, and shouted to welcome the principal.

Ange smiled and responded one by one as if he were greeting a junior. Then he turned to Yoshitaka Hasegawa and said, "Whether you want to rebuild the Japanese branch or challenge me, there has to be someone who can speak." ”

"I see, please wait a minute, Headmaster." Yoshitaka Hasegawa replied respectfully, then stood up and clapped his hands.

The music and the dancing of the girls stopped at the same time, and they stood neatly on either side like well-trained samurai, revealing the stairs leading upstairs.

"I thought you were going to attack it." Ange looked left and right and said with a smile. Of course, he could see the short knives that the girls were hiding under their revealing clothes.

They danced to please the guests, and the next second they would take out long guns and short cannons from under their skirts, wielding knives and guns to surprise the guests who were looking forward to the slam.

Dancers were used as killers, and people in the East and West often did this in ancient times, and the Inuyama family was based on this.

But if you treat the girls of the Inuyama family as ordinary killers, you will suffer.

"The head of the house has commanded it." Yoshitaka Hasegawa, who led the way in front, replied,

"If you're here to have fun, let the kids relax with you, and if you're on business, don't waste your time."

"When you spend time with young people, you feel like you're getting younger, but let's put the fun later." Ange said,

"Now, there are really important things." Entering the elevator, the noisy lobby on the first floor gradually faded away.

Waiting for the elevator door to open, Yoshitaka Hasegawa, who came up with Ange, stepped back respectfully, and the old man in kimono, who had been waiting at the elevator door, stood up and bowed to Ange.

"Long time no see, teacher."