It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

【…

Above the church.

Two figures stood facing the wind.

"Sir, what are you looking at?"

Christie stood next to the gentleman and looked in the direction the gentleman was looking intuitively.

"That little witch over there seems somewhat... familiar." The gentleman replied thoughtfully.

"Huh?" Christie looked away in surprise and turned to look at the gentleman.

The gentleman was silent for a moment, then turned away indifferently, "Forget it, I have no impression."

Christie: “…”

It would be strange if you had any impression, sir.

"What's her name?" the gentleman asked casually.

"Murataya."

The gentleman nodded when he heard this, and said no more, "Let's go."

Christie: “…Go away.”

He left right after he finished speaking, and he couldn't even say "Take care".

After the gentleman left, Christie's thoughtful gaze lingered on the little figure in the garden for a moment, and then she left.

See you next time.

That was when Christie picked up the two little angels.

The gentleman suddenly appeared.

After a friendly exchange with the younger generation of angels, the two of them left Ellex's room one after another.

On the tree, the gentleman leaned casually against the trunk.

"Sir, you are really elusive." Christie appeared next to him accurately, looked at him and spoke helplessly.

"You, too?" the gentleman glanced at him absentmindedly.

After tidying up the blue hair hanging on his shoulders, the gentleman suddenly thought of something, glanced at Christie, and said casually: "The little magician I just mentioned, bring his body back to me after he dies."

"Hmm?" Christie tilted her head slightly in confusion.

"Look at his life line." The gentleman lowered his head and glanced at the corner of his clothes calmly.

Hearing this, Christie subconsciously deduced it, summarized it briefly, and looked at the gentleman, "But what are we going to do with bringing his body back?"

Suddenly, his eyes became a little strange, "Sir——?"

"What are you thinking about?" The gentleman looked at him, seeming to be genuinely confused.

Christie retracted her gaze and smiled, "Nothing."

The gentleman did not explain why he was asked to take back Bechfinger's body, and only said: "I will take it back when the time comes."

Christie nodded, "Okay."

The gentleman must have his reasons for doing this, so just obey him.

The two of them looked at the scenery for a while, and then the gentleman was about to leave.

"Something happened with the elves, so I'm leaving first."

He stood up and straightened his cloak, then reached out to ruffle Christie's hair and left.

Christie paused, sighed, and fixed her hair as usual.

……

The gentleman was not away for long this time.

But this time when Christie saw Mr. Jian, she saw that he was holding a human cub in his arms, which he had picked up from somewhere.

Christie: ?

Sir, are you back to your old job of picking up baby creatures?

With this feeling, Christie glanced at the child in her husband's arms, but for some reason she felt inexplicably familiar with him.

A few minutes later.

Christie, who was sitting in the attic and chatting with her husband for a few words, held her forehead helplessly.

Well, he understood why it was familiar.

It turns out that the child is the master's spiritual particle.

"Then...?" Christie looked at the gentleman hesitantly.

The gentleman was still slumped in the soft chair, stretching his waist a little, and he said casually: "You take care of it."

Christie: “…”

"It's decided." The gentleman didn't give Christie a chance to speak and ran away as soon as he finished speaking.

Christie's silence continued.

He just wanted to ask if not taking the spiritual particles back would have any impact on him.

But taking care of a child is no problem for him.

Well...but when the time is right, children will take care of each other.

Looking at the kids having fun, Christie was very satisfied.

Christie eventually learned bad things from her teacher... No, it should be that she had already been infected with her teacher's habits.

The kind where no one can be seen for eight hundred years. 】

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Everyone turned to look at Bechfinger, who looked confused and stupid, and then turned to look at R.

"So Godfather/Mr. R, why did you reclaim Bechfinger's body?"

R smiled, "Who knows."

"..."

It goes without saying that we know you know it.

Murataya had a blank expression on her face, then she gave a sly smile, "I have a bold idea - the little crybaby is not dead."

Bechfinger straightened his body and his puppy eyes widened. "??? What the hell is this?!"

"Then again..." Murata Yasi groaned for half a second, "Not only the crybaby Bei, but also the bodies of Zhenliu and L were recovered, so..."

Liu Qingyao: "??? Ah? So am I dead or not?"

Asa's eyes curved slightly, as if smiling, "Maybe, those who can appear here are not dead?"

"Um...dead but not completely dead?"

After a pause, he added another sentence.

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a moment.