Conan's winery play house

Chapter 575 Ireland's departure
Ireland has graying light blond hair, which makes him look not only lacking in color, but also kind of... dead.

When he was young, this light-colored hair would only make him look cold and powerful.

His expression was very calm, not as if he had lost to a junior from the organization the previous moment, nor as if he was aware of his aging and chose to accept this ending.

Yes, after all, the other party has already said that they don't accept it.

but……

"It's always okay to be dissatisfied, Senior Irish~" Bourbon smiled and teased, his voice full of jokes.

"Even if you don't accept the fact that you are old and dying, there is nothing you can do."

"This is reality." He sighed pretendingly, with a look of emotion, but his eyes were full of malice.

Every word reminds Ireland of the fact that he is no longer young.

As if he wanted to see the other party collapse because of this, showing an unacceptable appearance.

however--

So peaceful.

Even though Bourbon said such a series of yin and yang, Ireland's expression did not change, as if he didn't hear it.

It's so boring.

Bourbon bowed his head regretfully, and returned his attention to the game console.

Ireland silently stared at the flushed cheeks of the boy on the bed, until he heard footsteps outside the door, then turned his head to look at the door.

The undisguised footsteps seemed to be deliberately notifying them that a visitor was coming.

But... what kind of guest would come in without knocking?

It's more like a bad guest coming to the door.

"It seems that they have finally arrived." Bourbon stood up excitedly after hearing the footsteps, and looked at the corridor with eyes full of interest.

Ireland glanced at Bourbon, who was full of expectations, and finally stopped keeping silent: "You found it?"

Standing at the door, he saw two figures appear from the corner of the corridor.

Every time the silver-haired man appeared on the stage, he seemed to be wrapped in a cold current, with a cooling effect. His scarlet eyes were only half-opened calmly and bored, making people smell like gunpowder smoke and blood.

And when Vodka appears behind the other party, it is always vicious and silent, like a dog raised by the other party who has no brains but is extremely obedient. It only needs an order and it will rush to the target without even thinking. .

Ireland did not inform Gin, even...he knew that Gin was Aveklear's guardian.

Excluding Gin's house with eyes installed here, it can only be the other party notified by Bourbon.

Because if Gin had eyes here, they couldn't have lived so long without seeing anything.

Gin will not be bored enough to monitor their daily routine.

"Of course, I took a video for him. You hate seeing him, don't you? Fake dad?" Bourbon leaned against the door frame, folded his arms, looked at gin, then at Ireland, and said inexplicably.

Ireland frowned slightly.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha—" Bourbon laughed out loud as if he saw some funny scene.

Real Old Father Gin and False Old Father Ireland.

"Tell me, does Gin know that you want to replace him?" Bourbon asked again.

Even though Gin had already walked in front of them, he still used his usual voice like no one else was there.

It's like... speaking to the other party on purpose.

His behavior like this is really a bit reluctant.

Ireland ignored Bourbon. After getting along with him during this period, he has almost figured out Bourbon's character.

Vicious, keen on provocation, and... his mouth is very good at telling gossip.

All in all, a very organized and unpleasant person.

"Huh? You know what? Gin?" Seeing that Ireland ignored him, Bourbon asked another party.

Gin passed by Bourbon without changing his face. He was a head taller than Bourbon, making his casual glance look like looking down from above.

"If you are bored, you can go to Rum, he will be happy to give you the task, instead of wasting time here, only this kind of gossip is on his mind." The silver-haired and red-eyed man's voice was indifferent and low, as if a little unreasonable means.

But then he raised the corners of his mouth again, revealing a wild and mocking smile.

He said: "Or do you mean that the way you obtained information was dug out by gossiping with those people?"

Bourbon couldn't help but gasp.

Although some people look like icebergs, they are also very good at mouth poisoning.

"Gossiping with people is indeed a good way to obtain information, isn't it?" Bourbon said lightly.

Act as an ordinary person, blend in with ordinary people, stir up topics without any trace, and obtain the information you want.

As long as the information can be obtained, it doesn't matter in any way, does it?
That's why Gin's character doesn't get along with rum.

An arrogant believer speaks with strength, never wants to bow his head and has never bowed his head.

In order to achieve his goal, even if he is slapped in the face, he will swallow his anger, and even bow his knees in a low voice.

It is very normal for two people to dislike each other.

And Bourbon... also has a proud side, but he can bow his head without hesitation.

He is diverse.

Even a thousand different looks can be deduced.

Gin, however, ignored Bourbon. He had already walked to the bedside. Just standing there could block their eyes, preventing them from seeing Aveklear's face.

"You can go out now." He said without looking back.

Apparently speaking to Bourbon and Ireland.

"Brother told you to go out." Vodka stood up consciously, reminding Ireland and Bourbon.

There was a smile on his face that he didn't know whether to say sorry or provocative.

After all, with his unfriendly appearance and wearing sunglasses, no matter how much he smiles, he looks like a villain.

Seeing that Aviclear was nowhere to be seen, Ireland no longer hesitated, turned around and left the room after leaving a word.

He said, "Take care of Ivy."

This sentence sounds unusual.

If it is a short leave, it should not be said so.

Saying it this way, on the contrary, it has a kind of solitary meaning.

Bourbon hurriedly followed, but he just stood by the handrail of the stairs, watching Ireland's figure walk further and further away without stopping.

When Ireland was about to walk out of the gate, Bourbon called out to stop him.

"You want to go? Now?" He seemed to be holding on to the handrail of the stairs with some surprise, and leaned forward with his upper body to ask the people below.

Shouldn't the Irish attitude to that little monster be close when Aveklear was sick?
How could you choose to leave?

This really surprised him.

"Here comes the gin," Ireland replied calmly.

So he doesn't need to stay here.

With Gin's ability, even without him, Aveklear wouldn't have a problem.

And after gin, there's bourbon.

They are all stronger than him to protect Aveklear.

He was wasting his time staying.

"Could it be that you were hit by me and chose to run away?" Bourbon murmured pretendingly.

Ireland ignored the opponent and stepped straight out the door.

Aging is not something to be feared.

At least... for the organization they belong to, it's not terrible.

There are so many ways to slow aging, stop it, and even…

Thinking of the lore of the organization, Ireland looked up to the sky.

Belmode is a person who has the nicknames of Thousand Faces Witch and Immortal Witch in the organization.

And... not an exaggeration, but a fact.

Because Belmode is older than him.

So... there is always a way.

He looked back at the house again, then got into the car and left without looking back.

　Alright, tell the newcomers to get ready to play, who will be next?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)