"Are you going to see Sister Shiho now?" Aitto asked, holding his phone.

"Until then, you need to change your image." Gin walked into the base with the boy in his arms.

"Image ......?" Aitto tilted his head, thought for a moment, and pressed his face against his old father's chest.

Sideways looking at the figures of the two reflected in the corridor of the base.

The difference between silver and white hair is so small in the reflection that the difference is barely visible, so the two look more alike.

The corridors of the research base are always deserted, and there are very few people, as most researchers stay in the lab for 24 hours.

There would be more people coming and going on the training base, but Aitto didn't need to train.

"Different occasions require different images." Gin's face calmly walked around the intricate corridors of the base for fifteen minutes, and finally stopped at one place.

He pressed his hand to the plain-looking snow-white wall, and the next second a pale blue glimmer emerged from the wall beneath his palm, gradually expanding in scope.

formed a wonderfully complex symbol.

The ordinary wall suddenly became no longer ordinary, and slowly revealed the appearance of a gate composed of light blue lines, and the door slowly opened at this moment.

Gin lifted his foot and stepped through the door, which closed again.

This is a lounge with exquisite and simple decoration, and the cold air of black and gray is also very suitable for the temperament of gin.

It seems that Gin doesn't seem to come here very often, so there is not even any sign of life.

The only thing that shows the most signs of life is the wine cabinet that occupies an entire wall.

"What kind of image do I need to use to meet Sister Shiho?" Aitto asked curiously.

"Enough pitiful image." Gin put the person on the sofa next to him, walked to the wine cabinet and took out a wine glass and poured himself a glass.

"Pathetic?" Aitto nodded thoughtfully.

"What to do?" He was looking forward to the inquiry.

The silver-haired man took a sip of wine, put down his glass, and pressed the counter casually, and the wine cabinet was split into two and moved to both sides.

An entire wall of weapons hidden behind the wine cabinet is revealed.

"You need some injuries and some more blood...... Gin lowered his eyes to look at the boy who had already walked in front of him.

"After all, there is a price to be paid for bringing the relics of a traitor to her family, isn't it?" He reached out and touched the side of the young man's face, and asked with an unpredictable smile.

"It's too easy to get, and it's not precious."

"You have to let her know what kind of price you have paid for her."

"Shirley is different from Belmode, she can be deceived by you, and even impressed by you."

The long-haired silver-haired man said these words in a calm and low tone, as if he were telling a fairy tale with deep meaning, but when you saw the cruel smile on his face and the scarlet eyes that seemed to drip blood, you knew that he was not talking about a fairy tale, but a cunning conspiracy.

Belmode is more ruthless than Shirley and won't trust anyone in the organization.

Even with Aviclere's appearance, as long as the other party is a member of the organization, Belmode will not be impressed.

As a member of the organization, but disgusted with everyone in the organization.

Uninteresting woman.

"Wounded, bleeding......" Aito's eyes were full of thought.

He can't quite grasp the so-called proportion, how much should he be injured? How much blood should be shed? He didn't know much about that.

But there is a person in front of him who can perfectly grasp the proportion.

So Ato looked up at his old father, who was giving him advice, and smiled trustingly and closely.

"Papa help me." He said with a bright smile.

Gin looked at the smile of the white-haired and blue-eyed imp in front of him, and his gaze stayed on the other party's face for a moment, which was five points similar to the one.

If you do something to this face that bears a five-point resemblance to that one, Gin doesn't have any pressure.

If he had, he wouldn't have wanted to kill Aviclell directly.

So he just lifted his lips viciously, raised his wine glass and took a sip, put down the wine glass and said, "Don't cry later." ”

Although he knew that Avi Crell wouldn't cry, maybe he would smile and thank him sincerely.

"Okay." Aitto nodded solemnly.

Why cry? Isn't Papa helping him? You should be thankful.

Although I was at a loss in my heart, I didn't ask it.

Because it's not a big deal.

Just do what Papa says.

So he stood still and withstood a hundred lashes without moving.

Unlike the soft whip used to punish Amuro in the beginning, Gin uses an iron whip that can be used to break the flesh of a person with a single whip.

It will look even more miserable, which is why Gin chose it.

As he had thought before, Avikril not only did not cry, not even a superfluous expression, but only smiled, as if he had long been used to numbness.

After the end of the hundred lashes, the clothes on the opponent's body had become torn, and the body was covered with bruises, and the bones were visible.

With every step you take, you can see drops of blood.

"Is that okay?" Seeing that the old father had no intention of doing anything more, Aito stood in place and asked.

"Come here." Gin glanced at the iron whip still mixed with flesh and blood, put it aside, and said to the boy.

"Don't cry when you see Shirley, smile when you see herry." He lifted Avikre's chin and surveyed the other man's face.

The face is not injured, which is normal.

The punishment area is actually in the back and chest, and there is no deliberate slap in the face.

If the whip is slapped in the face, it will probably be ruined.

"I know." Aitto said, raising a smile.

Gin calmly looked at the young man's bright smile and the wounds on his body, and then looked in the direction of the door.

"You can go see her." He said.

"Okay." Aitto nodded and walked out.

Blood dripped from his body and fell to the ground with every step he took, leaving a path paved with blood as he left.

Gin looked at the bloody path and sneered mockingly.

"Little madman."

A madman who will stop at nothing to get love.

He even asked him if this was enough, and if he didn't answer enough, I'm afraid the imp would ask him to do it a little harder.

I don't have the slightest fear of dying because of this.

Punishment can be fatal if it goes too far.

He drank the liquor from his glass, re-poured it, and pressed the serve button on the side.

Chose the cleaning service.

He didn't have a penchant for leaving a pool of blood in his lounge.

……

Aitto saw his own reflection in the corridors of the base, above his head, under his feet, on both sides.

He looked miserable and covered in blood, but he didn't react at all, and walked towards where he wanted to go with a clear purpose.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He whispered, not knowing who he was talking to.

I said to Daifuku.

PS: Generally, if you don't ask for leave, it's two changes, but the update time is uncertain.

(End of chapter)