Aito, who was said to have a good personality by Ireland, smiled crookedly.

Good character = popular.

Since the Irish uncle said that he had a good personality, he must like him.

No one will boast about someone they don't like.

Since you like him, you must be willing to stay by his side forever.

Sure enough, the real family is not the same as the undercover family.

It's still easy for real family to like him.

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes suddenly became extremely bright, and the joy and anticipation in them were almost dazzling.

Ireland, who was stared at like this, felt a faint chill in his body for some reason.

Strange, obviously Avi Creel's eyes were unabashedly happy, although Ireland didn't know what the other party was happy about, but ......

Why did he face such a gaze, and he had a creepy feeling like he was being targeted by some monster or beast?

You know, he won't feel this way when he is targeted by lions and tigers in the wild.

Are you too enthusiastic and a little unaccustomed to yourself?

Ireland has given itself a reason.

It must have been that Avi Creel's eyes were so hot that he was a little unaccustomed to it.

After all, he had never been stared at with such a burning gaze.

It's normal to feel weird.

“…… It's not too early, go to bed early. Irish stood up, as if he couldn't bear such a gaze, and hurried upstairs.

He'd never looked at Pisk like that.

The gap between people is really huge.

If he had children, would his children look at him like this?

Forget it, I always feel that that kind of gaze makes him a little uncomfortable.

Aitor looked at Ireland's back as he went upstairs, blinked, and looked at Daifuku.

"I think Uncle Ireland is very easy to get along with." He said to Daifuku.

Daifuku looked up at the stairs, and there was no longer Ireland visible on it, but as if it saw it, it slowly turned back and nodded.

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"You haven't said goodnight to your Irish uncle yet......" the white-haired boy said with a smile down and a soft voice.

It's fluttering, as if there is only one audience of doll bears.

……

Ireland tried to ignore the fresh, bright style of the room, and tried to get used to the bright feeling of green, white and orange.

When you walk into the bathroom, you find that the bathroom is also brightly colored, and even the shower gel used is in orange packaging, and the label on it is very conspicuous, which instantly makes this ordinary thing expensive.

After opening the orange package, the inner wash kit is a green bottle.

Ever since he entered the room, all he had seen was these three colors, and nothing else.

Should he be glad he didn't see the Irish flag in the room?

After washing, he sat down on the edge of the bed and began to arrange the weapons he had brought.

A Glock 20 pistol, using 10 mm bullets and a magazine capacity of 15 rounds, is mostly used by the FBI.

A custom-built Covestro revolver.

Ireland felt that these two guns were still very easy to use.

In addition to two guns, there were three grenades, three smoke grenades, three flashbangs.

He brought two suitcases, one for two pistols and silencers and bullets, and one for bombs and grenades and the like, and even gunpowder to make bombs.

He put a silencer on his pistol, put it under his pillow, and lay down on the bed.

If you close your eyes, you should quickly allow yourself to fall into a deep sleep.

There was a knock at the door.

Gently, as if afraid of disturbing his knock on the door.

Through the door, you can imagine a cautious and nervous figure standing outside the door.

Ireland shook his head, got up with his gun in hand, and went to open the door.

Outside the door was indeed Avi Creel, not anyone else.

So Ireland hid the gun behind him.

"What happened?" Ireland looked at the boy outside the door and noticed that the other man was holding a light blue pillow in his arms.

"Can I sleep with you, Uncle Ireland?" The boy holding the pillow at the door asked expectantly.

Ireland still couldn't hold back, and his expression collapsed for a moment.

"Why?" He asked.

Isn't it going a little too fast? Can Avi Clear really sleep next to him?

Although it is already known that Avi Crell is different from other minors in the organization, will this be too far apart?

How far away is the rest of the organization from each other, and Ivy Clear hugged his pillow the night they first met and asked him if he could sleep together.

He hadn't asked Pisk that since he was a kid, and he wouldn't have asked that question when he grew up.

"There are often scenes in movies and TV series where families sleep in the same bed, and I want it too, but it's a pity that Uncle Irish you don't have a wife, otherwise I can sleep among you......" Avi Clear explained in a natural tone with a smile on his face.

Papa also had no wife and did not sleep in the same bed with him.

Brother Tou didn't agree either, and neither did the undercover family members he met before.

Because each of their rooms has its own secrets.

So he had only seen this scene on TV.

What other families would do, he also wants to have.

Ireland was silent in the face of the teenager who was serious about explaining.

He didn't know how to answer the other party, why he didn't have a wife, and ......

Should we let Avi Clear in?

But...... Did Avi Clear also have both parents dead?

It seems that no other people have been observed.

"You...... Don't have parents either? Ireland asked.

"Yes, but I forgot about them, and Mom and Dad died four years ago." The white-haired boy replied crisply.

His biological parents disappeared along with his memories, and his "mom and dad", who had been in captivity for nearly three years, died on the night he left his room four years earlier.

But he still has parents, otherwise there would be no birth of him.

All people in the world have parents.

Ireland was somewhat puzzled, what Avi Clear was talking about forgetting and dying......

It doesn't seem to be the same person.

Mom and Dad are dead, who is forgotten?

I feel that what Avi Clear said is a little incomprehensible.

However, it should be correct to understand it according to the death of both parents.

Same with him.

Parents died four years ago, and after that, did you join the organization?

"And who are your guardians in the organization?" Ireland asked on a different subject.

Minor code members have guardianship members.

Minor member protection rules, guardianship members need to protect minor members until after adulthood.

Whereas the adult age of the organization refers to sixteen years of age.

Avi Clear was only twelve years old, eight years old four years ago, and there must have been guardianship members.

"Papa's code name is gin." Aitto said.

Ireland has given up on the idea of continuing to ask questions.

It's gin, that's fine.

Of course, Gin can't show Ivy Clear what is fatherly love and what is warmth.

Of course, it was impossible for Avi Clear to sleep in his bed.

No one has ever entered Gin's safe house.

The guardian members were underage members of Gin, and Ireland remembered Shirley as she was, but not two years ago.

Because Shirley was sixteen at the time, there was no longer a need for guardian members.

And Shirley is said to have an evasive attitude towards gin.

To some extent, it can be seen that Gin has failed as a guardian member.

"Armed with a weapon?" Ireland asked.

"Nope." Aitto shook his head.

“…… Come on in. Ireland looked at Ivy Clear and got out of the way.

He would never let a man with a weapon into his room.

Thankfully, Avi Crell is conscious enough.