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

Bertrand swung his legs leisurely. "Really? I don't think so. The master only favors the Godfather, not us. There is no need for him to resurrect us."

With a smile on his lips, he lowered his eyes and stirred the few remaining ice cubes in the glass. "It can be seen from the fact that Sir extended the Godfather's life that the fate line is not unchangeable for Sir, but it is not necessary. If the fate line can be modified directly, why do you need to revive it later? It's a waste of time~"

The silence of the crowd went from speechless to speechless.

It’s not that they were incapable of thinking about this, but they subconsciously became happy when they heard that they might still be alive.

After they calmed down, the first thing they thought of was naturally what Bertrand said.

Sekt had a handsome face with a sad expression.

Haha, the hope that I finally got was shattered by their Xiao Ye himself.

It’s okay! It’s okay! It’s okay!

But the mood of others was not much better.

Murataya just spread her hands in response.

【…

As soon as Christie opened the attic door, she saw a pile of messy things floating in the air.

"?"

Pushing aside a golden leaf floating in front of her eyes, Christie saw the gentleman slumped in the soft chair. He seemed to be looking for something, but because he couldn't find it, he kept pulling things out from the void.

"Sir, what are you looking for?"

Christy asked as she came over.

The gentleman held a gem in his hand, looked at it, and when he felt it was not what he was looking for, he threw it aside.

The gem paused before floating away.

Christie: “…”

It's really bad, I feel like I've seen the grievance from the gem.

Christie raised her hand and put her curved fingers to her lips to hide a hint of smile.

"I'm looking for what I got from the elves last time."

The gentleman took the time to reply.

Christie was silent for two seconds, then asked, "What did you get?"

Sir: “…I forgot.”

Christie: Sure enough.

"Then what did you come here for?" he asked again.

The gentleman narrowed his eyes, fell silent, thought for a moment, and concluded: "Forgot."

"..."

Christie sat down on the chair next to him speechlessly, but as soon as he sat down, something floated over and hit his head.

He looked up in confusion and caught a glimpse of a rolled-up letter decorated with a feather.

He reached out and took it, then looked at the gentleman who had given up and stopped looking for it, "Sir, is this a letter someone gave you?"

The gentleman glanced up, then closed his eyes again, "I don't know."

"...Can I take a look?" Christie suddenly became curious.

"See." The gentleman responded indifferently.

With permission, Christie untied the string on the letter, but after unfolding the letter, he was silent. He looked up at the gentleman and said with a slight wave in his voice, "Sir, this is the letter you want to give to someone else."

The gentleman paused and slightly lifted his eyelids, "Huh? When? To whom? Why don't I remember?"

Christie twitched her lips slightly, lowered her head and glanced at the letter in her hand again, her expression becoming somewhat indescribable, "Well... this is a letter from ten thousand years ago, addressed to... Asa."

Mr.: “Oh.”

He turned over calmly and said in a tired tone: "Then help me send it out."

Christie's hands trembled slightly, "Sir, this letter was written ten thousand years ago, not one year ago."

Sir: “What’s the problem?”

Christie was silent for a long time. "Ten thousand years have passed. Is the other party still alive?"

Mr.: “Not sure.”

Christie curled her lips, "Okay, apart from the last question, you have forgotten what race the other party is, where the other party is now, what the other party's full name is, etc. Can I still find it?"

The gentleman turned over again and looked at Christie with a normal expression, "Is it serious?"

"…In terms of time, it is indeed serious."

Christie looked at the letter in her hand and was at a loss for a moment, so she silently rolled the letter back.

After a moment, his attention fell on the feather, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, "This is the letter you wrote when you were in the Angel Tribe, sir."

The response he got was the half-dead, lazy voice of the gentleman: "...maybe."

Christie ignored him. His mind was now filled with thoughts about whether he could complete the task that his husband had suddenly given him.

Christie thought quietly.

The gentleman also lay there quietly, as if he had died quietly.

Suddenly, Christie remembered something and asked, as if she was talking to herself, "Could the other party be from the Nightmare Tribe?"

Mr.: “Hmm?”

Christie looked up and smiled slightly, "Sir, you don't need to answer, because I already know it, and I will verify it myself."

Mr.: "...Okay, go ahead."

Christie sighed and put the letter away.

That’s what he said, but where can he find it?

He stood up while thinking, "Then I'll leave."

"Well, let's go." The gentleman answered without hesitation.

Christie: “…”

He sighed, and finally went to visit the angels and demons. 】

Asa looked at the screen in confusion for a moment, then looked at R and leaned back a little uncomfortably.

[It didn't take Christie long to inquire about the situation with the demons and angels, but when he returned to the island, he saw the message Yuna left for him.

The message said that the life candles of the little witches were almost extinguished.

"Ok?"

Christie was puzzled for a moment, then went to take a look. Looking at the candle that had been extinguished, he was silent for a few seconds.

“Oh… That’s terrible.”

Suspected to have been infected by Mr.'s super insensitivity?

Christie didn't realize that her mental state had become similar to her husband's, but she noticed that her husband had quietly appeared beside her.

He tilted his head and looked at him quietly.

Sir: “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing, I just went out for a while, and when I came back I found that the children I picked up were gone." Christie said with a forced smile.

"Ah..." The gentleman nodded faintly, "That's really bad, wouldn't it be better if we pick up a few more?"

Oh, so the gentleman's mental state can also change. How can this mental state be any closer?

"..."

Christy smiled quietly, "I'll go see who did this."

"Let me see too." The gentleman raised his chin.

A few minutes later.

Christie sat in the chair, holding her forehead with one hand, and was speechless for a moment.

"Have you found it?" The gentleman sat aside, holding a pastry in his hand, half-squinting his eyes lazily.

Christie nodded.

"Then why do you look unhappy?" The gentleman took a sip of tea leisurely.

Christie let out a fake smile, "The other party is a nightmare."

Mr.: “Yeah, so.”

Christie's smile widened, "His name is Asa."

Mr.: “…Ah, what a coincidence.”

Christie smiled and nodded, "What a coincidence, I helped you find him, but he made all the children I picked up disappear."

"I have every reason to suspect that this is caused by your irresponsibility, sir."

"Ahem." The gentleman took a sip of tea and looked out the window past Christie, "Maybe... it has nothing to do with me?"

Christie continued to look at him with a smile.

The gentleman retracted his gaze and picked up another piece of cake, "Then you go and take responsibility for him."

Christie: “?”

The smile on Christie's face instantly disappeared.

"Forget it, I'll go over with Zeander and take a look first. If he's not in good condition, I'll call you."

The gentleman was about to nod, but suddenly remembered something and called him back, "Wait a moment."

"?" Christie turned around in confusion, only to see the gentleman throwing a card to him and saying casually:

"There's no rush over there, just take care of this first."

Christie was silent and even smiled a little.

He was so angry that he laughed.

But he still took the card and looked at it.

After seeing the contents clearly, he sighed helplessly, "It's on my way, so I'll just solve it all at once."

The gentleman leaned back in his chair, one hand supporting his temple, "Please bring me some Xiaguo pastries on your way back."

Christie: “?”

Sir, do you call going across borders a "shortcut"?

"……Understood."

Never mind, it’s just a matter of a few teleportation spells. 】

When Huiyuan Ai, who had been leaning back in her chair with little interest, saw the card, her gaze paused for a few seconds, and she suddenly remembered -

Half a month after they learned that Qianzhu had disappeared, they met her sister. However, her condition was very bad at that time, and there were more or less problems with parts of her body.

Perhaps it was because Bertrand also had an accident and no one came to help with repairs, which led to her collapsing in a deserted place while she was working.

If it weren't for Ayumi's three children being so playful, they really wouldn't have gone to that kind of place.

To be fair, she usually felt that the three children's playfulness caused them some unnecessary trouble, but she was really grateful to them that time.

Even though... her sister is no longer her sister.

In fact, once before, when she heard her sister's voice on the phone, she found it unbelievable. She thought her sister was threatened by Bertrand, or that her sister was brainwashed, or even that... her sister had been made into a puppet by Bertrand.

After all, Edogawa Conan had seen her sister before, and she had also confirmed that her sister... was dead.

So when she met Miyano Akemi for the first time, Haibara Ai already knew that she was a puppet.

It was a doll made from her sister's body.

But she still couldn't bear it, especially when the woman who was lying in the corner and unable to move due to problems with her body parts but still conscious looked at her and called her Shiho softly.

In the end, Edogawa used the card that she had never had the chance to use and asked the people in the church to help her save her sister.

But it was just a rescue.

Ran Mao Li, who was sitting next to her, noticed that her mood suddenly dropped. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and patted her shoulder gently to comfort her.

Although it can be seen from certain clips that Haibara Ai actually shrunk by taking medicine, but... girls are girls, no matter their age, comfort when they are down is essential.

Haibara Ai raised her head and looked at her. Seeing the worried gaze in her eyes, she pursed her lips slightly, but still gave her a faint smile.

Mao Lilan also smiled.

The little interaction between the two of them didn't attract much attention.

The girls here are sticking around.

On the other side, Asa, who was originally feeling a little uncomfortable, suddenly felt his eyes go dark when he heard the gentleman say, "There's no rush over there."