Lord JOJO Prynne is also living happily today

Prynne knew that there was a person hiding in Rome who was a huge threat to the enthusiastic boss, and he also knew the name and origin of that person. It had to be mentioned that Polnareff was also French like Fran.

The name of the enthusiastic boss is Diablo, and he is a sociophobic patient with a dual personality that cannot be understood by a timely hedonist like Prynne.

... Diablo in other worlds seems to have been hit by the Golden Experience Requiem and fell into the reality that cannot reach death.Bai Lan recalled carefully.

Although it is not bad to play the game with a strategy, he still wants to achieve his goal as soon as possible and get the answer to the puzzle given to him by the world.

"Little Fran~the plan has changed~"

"Yes, I'm going to Sardinia soon... Oh?" ​​Bai Lan was a little surprised, "Are you planning to go there?"

【Yes, me... Bugarati, betrayed the boss, Fugo didn't come together. 】

"Who cares about them? Anyway, you go to Sardinia, the process is not important, I need you, little Fran~"

While talking, Bai Lan smiled and beckoned Ling Lan, who had been notified by her, to come to him.

"Then it's settled, see you in Sardinia~"

Bai Lan hung up the phone, and stretched out her hands to catch the blue-haired girl who rushed towards her.

"Bai Lan! I miss you so much!" Ling Lan said happily.

"Me too~" The white-haired boy smiled, and touched the top of Lily of the Valley with his right hand, "But we have business to do now, okay, little Lily of the valley?"

"Okay, okay, listen to Bai Lan!"

There was a smile on the corner of the white-haired boy's mouth, but the emotions reflected in those beautiful violet eyes were as cold and hard as an ore like amethyst.

"Come on, Lily of the Valley sauce, come with me to meet me in the parallel world."

"See what he can pay for me to allow him to live in my world."

[Yo~ Myself in the parallel world, you are finally moved, have you decided to talk to me yet? 】

The man who appeared on the electronic screen had a face similar to that of Bai Lan, but he was more mature and frivolous than Bai Lan, with a dangerous aura permeating around him.

——He is Bai Lan from another parallel world.

"Tell me about your conditions? Or... what ability do you have that can cost me a lot of money and manpower to let you share the air in a place with me?"

Bai Lan's imposing manner was not inferior to that of the other party, and she said with a smile.

[Sure enough~ It seems that I found the right person. 】

[You really have a way to make the same two people coexist in one world. 】

Bai Lan on the screen stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, showing an eager expression.

If he doesn't leave that world, he will be made into a ghost by NO.100270 Bai Lan.

"Didn't you come to me because you knew I had this kind of technology?" Bai Lan tilted her head slightly, "Huh? Tell me, what is your bargaining chip?"

[I've collected all the Mare's rings and Rainbow Son's pacifiers in this world... Pfft~ It's like collecting stamps, the process is very interesting, but the result is very boring.I could give them all to you, I guess...that would get you what you want. 】

[For example, threatening Gakafis to lift dear Arya's short-lived curse? 】

……

"Fran, I have something to tell you."

When everyone was resting, Giorno said this to Fran.

The blond boy speaks politely and has a sense of alienation that is neither far nor near, and his demeanor is very gentlemanly, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Such maturity makes it easy to forget his age.

"Then where are we going to talk?"

Fran pointed to the flat land not far away.

"it is good."

Before the two left, they greeted Bucciarati, and the others had spent most of their energy in this unfair battle against the boss, and had no time to take care of the two teenagers' departure.

"Fran...you're not loyal to passion, are you?"

"If I had been loyal to my passion, I wouldn't be here."

"No, I mean I heard your previous call."

"Oh?" Fran tilted his head, "Giorno, how did you do it?"

"I turned a bug into a mosquito."

Giorno Giobana said so.

"Really, it seems that I still need to be more vigilant," Fran said casually, as if he didn't care about this matter, "But since you have brought this matter to me now, there must be some Tell me your purpose."

"It looks like your boss doesn't mind having your identity discovered, Fran."

Giorno didn't answer the question.

"If you run, I can run away too. Don't need to say too much, Giorno, tell me your purpose."

"I, Giorno Giobana, have a golden dream—

Become a gangster superstar. "

Giorno restrained the smile that had been hanging on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"For this, I need allies."

"……Ah."

Fran let out some breathy sounds from his mouth.

"Are you so sure that me will agree, not...kill you?"

Emerald eyes fixed on the blond boy with strange bangs in front of him. Fran did not reveal any killing intent, and the atmosphere of the conversation between the two of them could even be called peaceful.

But Giorno also knew that if he had any adverse effects on Fran...or the forces behind Fran, Fran would attack him without hesitation.

"If I believe you, it would be a bit too idealistic," Giorno nodded slightly. "In fact, I know that you left the team when you were in Pompeii."

"How did you know?"

"It was just a feeling at the beginning, but then I confirmed that the feeling was correct."

"...I really hate people like you. I'm simply the nemesis of illusionists." Fran murmured to himself, and Giorno didn't hear his childish complaints.

"Although I don't know which mafia family you belong to, what is certain is that you are not an enthusiastic person." Giorno continued to express his own thoughts slowly, "Because Fran you left the team when you were in Pompeii It was for the assassination of a drug squad informant."

"I took the time to investigate them and confirmed this, and the same news came from Naples, didn't it?" Giorno said while watching Fran's expression.

"Fran, your companions have also made moves in Naples, so it can be confirmed that this is an organized event."

Fran frowned, "To be honest, it's too exaggerated to be called a companion. I don't want to be compared with that kind of lunatic."

The 12-year-old kid still doesn't like that daisy.

"My fault, sorry."

Giorno apologized kindly.But he also felt the kindness released by Fran.

No one would say that to an enemy.

Giorno felt a greater certainty about what the conversation would lead to.

"Your boss wants to get rid of the powder trade, so he sent you to be enthusiastic, but in fact, I also have this intention. I will never let drugs appear in Italy in the future."

"It's really bold, Giorno," Fran said with a blank expression, "needless to say, what can me cooperate with you? It's agreed in advance that me only has short-term authority, and you have to discuss it with the boss for long-term cooperation. .”

"That's natural," Giorno said with a smile on his face. "It's a pleasure working with you, Fran."

"You're welcome."