After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Sakaguchi Ango's eyes were dead.

Ah, can someone come and talk to me?

Is it interesting that everyone is silent and perverted here?

You can just say whatever you want. You can't wait for me, the lowest-ranking person here, to speak first...

The more he complained in his heart, the more serious his expression became. When he walked calmly to sit next to Dazai Osamu, Ange suddenly spoke.

"Long time no see, Weizman. I thought you would stay on that spaceship. What was it called? The Kingdom of Heaven?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to stay in heaven? Why are you suddenly running down here?"

He spoke lazily and even picked up the wine glass on the table to play with it.

Adolf Weitzman smiled bitterly, ignored his ridicule, and responded in a gentle manner.

"Long time no see, Lieutenant Colonel Ange. The last time we met was over fifty years ago. You look pretty much the same as you were then."

"It's really ironic that you said that. Fifty years ago, you looked like a young man in his twenties, and fifty years later, you still look the same. Life in heaven must be very happy, so you even forget about aging."

Ange ignored Weisman's show of weakness and continued to ask him with a smile, "I'm really curious, will you ever forget Claudia too?"

Adolf Weitzman's face showed a wounded expression, as if someone had stabbed him hard in the soft abdomen with a sharp knife.

Even after half a century, his sister's death is still a wound that has never healed, and any touch will leave a persistent dull pain.

"Lieutenant Colonel!"

Ange lit up his cigar and took a puff. He didn't even ask the people present if they minded. When he exhaled the smoke, he sighed.

"Weizman, after all these years, you're still like a child. You yell at someone if they touch your wound."

"I can neither learn to strike back decisively nor endure pain calmly. I am like a cat that can only curl up in a safe place and lick its wounds."

"Go back to heaven as soon as possible. This world is not suitable for you."

Adolf Weitzman pursed his lips, his face was pale and he could not speak.

Of all the people who knew about that past, the lieutenant always condoned his escape with a laissez-faire attitude.

In other words, as a person of the same age, he had already abandoned his family and his parents died young, so he could not understand Weisman's sadness and pain.

I'm just looking at it from a friend's perspective, hoping to do something to make him feel better.

But Ange was different. This old man, who was already 68 years old more than 50 years ago, had taught him and his sister like a teacher, and even extended a helping hand to them when they were defeated.

More than fifty years later they met again, and the other party was still the same as he was back then, dressed like an English gentleman and speaking with the jerkiness of an American and the sarcasm of a British.

But he is indeed like a teacher. Even if you meet again after many years, he will kindly remind you to stay away from muddy water and get to a safe place as soon as possible.

Weisman forced an ugly smile and said weakly, "There's nothing I can do, Lieutenant Colonel. This is just who I am. I have no other choice but to escape."

Ange stood up, walked over and sat next to him, and casually put out the cigar in the coffee cup, his voice heavy and low.

"Of course I know that you are such a person, and so is that old fellow Uesugi Yue. Your actions are just your own choices."

"Some people will desperately seek revenge when they are hurt, while others can only escape because they don't even have anyone to retaliate against. Or, in other words, the only person they can retaliate against is their own cowardly and ignorant self."

"This is very common and nothing to be ashamed of. If you could escape for the rest of your life on the Kingdom of Heaven, I would never say these words to you."

"After all, there's not even a phone up there, and I don't have the time to run up there."

Adolf Weitzman smiled bitterly again. He understood what Ange meant. The other party saw that he was not ready yet and asked him to return to heaven as soon as possible and not get involved in the affairs of the underground.

But the reason he came down from above was because there were people below who no longer wanted him to stay in heaven.

After all, the Heaven is just a spaceship, not a real paradise.

"So, Lieutenant Colonel, why are you here?"

"Come and clean up the mess." Ange shrugged and picked up a martini with ice.

"The Snake Eight Clan is merely the island nation branch of the Secret Party. The head of the Minamoto Clan is currently imprisoned, his life or death unknown, the head of the Uesugi Clan is receiving treatment, and the head of the Tachibana Clan is missing. Of course, they have no choice but to come to me."

"Isn't this the nature of a vicious dog? When it's full, it always wants to bite its owner back, and when it's being beaten, it wants its owner to back it up."

"Islanders are all like that in their bones. How do you say that in China?"

"They know small etiquette but lack great righteousness; they value trivial matters but neglect integrity and shame; they fear power but do not cherish virtue."

“It’s quite vivid.”

Weisman didn't know how to reply for a moment. In this restaurant, except for him who was a German and Ange who was an American, all the others were Japanese.

This is the best way to mock someone in person!

He truly deserves to be called a lieutenant colonel.

But everyone around him was quite calm and did not react to Ange's words.

For example, people like Ryuhiko Shibusawa and Osamu Dazai have almost expelled themselves from the human race, let alone nationality.

If the island country sinks one day, these two people can still calmly record a video as a souvenir, and at the same time observe human behavior under natural disasters and man-made disasters, and enrich their own cultivation guide for adults.

He has lost his rank in this world, so just leave him alone.

As for the other type, Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuuya and Gojo Satoru, these three people were not interested in reminiscing about the past with these middle-aged and elderly people, and had no idea about the country.

The first two have a shallow understanding of human society, while the latter is a dangerous individual who might as well sink the island and end it all together.

The rest of the people either blocked the conversation outright, like Suohonori;

Either they have no sense of belonging to the island nation, such as Yukito Ayatsuji and Akiko Yosano;

Or they have already learned to defend against all verbal attacks in three dimensions, like Reisi Munakata and Yukichi Fukuzawa.

Either I'm drowsy after working overtime for three days and now I just want to lie down and have a good rest, referring to Ango Sakaguchi.

So everyone was surprisingly calm, and the silent and anxious atmosphere returned to the beginning.

The first person who couldn't stand this atmosphere was Edogawa Ranpo. He threw his detective hat on the table.

"Why aren't you taking action yet? Get rid of that Tachibana Masamune, Itadori Kaori, and the Colorless King. This bounty was issued jointly by the three of them!"

"It was these three who planned to harm Liuli!"

His eyes were cold, and his sharp and pointed gaze swept over Gojo Satoru, Suohono, and Adolf Weitzman. "Kill these three first, and the biggest problem will be solved, won't it?"