[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

In general, we want to avoid human strife as much as possible, Crowley said.

The red-haired demon sat calmly among the crowd, facing everyone's inquisitive eyes: "But what you humans have done this time is a bit big. To be honest, I have lived for 6000 years and I never thought that you would not be like this." ... an ingenious imagination."

"What does it mean?"

Peggy Carter frowned: "You mean—"

"It's not that no one has tried to pursue a long lifespan in the past. From King Gilgamesh to a certain emperor in China, it's normal for people with money and subordinates to think so."

Crowley shrugged: "That's why the angels transplanted the tree of life later... Of course, this is a later story. In short, those guys want to completely transform human beings into a new form of existence, and this will definitely lead to a new form of existence." It caused the death of a large area of ​​human beings, which neither heaven nor hell wants to see."

"Heaven I can understand, but hell?"

Dugan quickly accepted the setting that the guy in front of him was a demon and was Lindell's guardian: "And why do you look like you want to help us?"

"They're all working for their bosses, what kind of heaven and hell is there?"

Crowley smiled exaggeratedly, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Do you really think that all the good things in heaven are good? For them, human beings are the raw materials that can provide the power of faith. In the Eye of Hell, human beings are nothing but things that can be seen A tool of temptation, the common benefit is that in the years when heaven and hell are not officially at war, the existence of human beings allows us to have a buffer zone."

In short, it is a necessary tool man.

"God so loves the world" is probably one of the most widely circulated lies in the world. Crowley works two jobs by himself and knows the efficiency of communication very well: "Because of the oath between heaven and hell, we can't directly Interfering with human beings can only affect human beings through preaching, guiding or tempting to degenerate, and there are also considerable restrictions on the degree of miracles (Miracle) performed.”

"So... what are you going to do?"

Steve couldn't help asking, the last time he saw Crowley, he was just over 1.7 meters, and now he is a trustworthy commando, but obviously time didn't stay on Crowley Not the slightest notch.

"Huh? You've grown a lot taller."

Crowley gave him a meaningful look: "I plan to use mediation to lure one of the most upright and purest soldiers among mankind, and let him become a minion of hell for our use; on the other hand, the position of heaven will continue to be revised. The way of hell, and by the way, save one or two innocent human beings suffering during this time—of course, in the process of your human beings’ efficient massacre, this level of salvation is just a drop of water in the ocean .”

"...But this sounds like it covers both sides?"

Steve didn't realize it yet: "Why are you alone..."

"Of course it's because today is the limited sale of donuts! Aziraphale is queuing up in the East End of London, and simplifies the work of both sides to offset each other. Isn't it a way to improve work efficiency? If it is too serious, the 6000 Time will be hard to bear.”

Crowley's attitude seemed natural, as if he was a journeyman: "Anyway, it will only be summarized into paperwork (paperwork) in the end, and no one will really check what we have done."

Everyone was speechless at this speech. It seems that no matter in heaven or hell, the work efficiency of intellectual creatures is equally low.

"It always feels like something Mr. Crawley can say."

After a long time, Bucky sighed: "It's strange from the method to the entry point..."

"It's a lot easier than giving a lesson to a Brooklyn Northside bastard, and."

Crowley gave Lindell a meaningful look: "When we received his notice, we were all taken aback. We didn't expect that he would 'want to protect a human being who has never met'."

"His notice? Lindell?"

Dugan said in surprise: "This guy just sat on the open space and lost his mind after waking up..."

As soon as the words fell, a few sparrows flapped their wings and fell from the treetops, stopped at Lindell's fingertips, and began to comb their feathers with their wings shaking.

"There is no need to use human communication carriers to communicate. Causative demons are a very traditional form of communication. The same is true for witches in the past who kept black cats."

Crowley took the initiative to explain: "Entrusting some local animals to help communicate should be regarded as one of that guy's talents. No matter how he is biased towards humans in nature, he is still a fairy in essence."

"So."

He clapped his hands: "I'm a little nervous about the first solo concert? That's why you want to invite us?"

"...I'm worried that if I make a mistake, no one will end up."

"Look, he's just nervous."

Bucky heard the words and whispered in Steve's ear: "Otherwise, I don't even bother to explain."

It's better not to expose this kind of thing... Steve covered his face and pretended not to hear.

But the goblin's excellent hearing obviously heard it, and the golden goblin glanced over, so he could only move his hand away, and gave Lindell a thumbs up, signaling him to cheer.

Lindell nodded, got up and stood in front of Teresa, covering her abdomen with one hand.The skin temperature of human beings is slightly higher than that of goblins. Within his perception range, he can feel the rushing blood vessels under the skin, as well as the protected and vigorously growing new life.

"I can... no, what should I do?"

Teresa had chapped lips and long, curly brown hair.The ups and downs and experiments these days have inevitably affected her. Even though she has been recuperating in the base for a week, her spirit has not improved much.

But she was very insistent.

"Thank you very much for bringing me out of that place...as long as I can save this child, I can do whatever you want."

"There is nothing special that you need to do, as long as it is the same as before-love and protect her as you have persisted in the past."

Lindell said softly: "This love itself, or this emotion itself, will be transformed into magic (Od)."

Humans are amazing creatures.

Although he has always found it difficult to understand the unfathomable thinking of human beings—why Merlin stayed in Camelot for a while, why Cinderella’s godmother (FairyGodmother) was willing to conjure a glass slipper, and why a group of goblins were willing to help him unconditionally. snow White.

"I always feel that I understand them a little bit."

Lindell said something that made people feel inexplicable, and raised his eyes to look at Crowley: "But I still think it's too complicated."

"You've only been in human society for a few years. If you want to become more comfortable all of a sudden, you're too eager to do so—study for decades before you talk about understanding human beings."

Crowley reached out his hand and snorted his hair indifferently: "There are about 26 billion human beings living on the earth now, and this number is thousands of times higher than the number of existing angels, demons and goblins combined. Each is different... If you dare to say that you understand human beings in such a short time, you are even more arrogant than Lucifer."

Lindell was stunned because of the height difference: "You let go... so have you used it for thousands of years?"

"It's just that I didn't get used to it at first, but then I became more comfortable. The form of human society has changed several times. It's quite interesting from the perspective of a bystander, and the brewing technology is getting more and more sophisticated."

Crowley said, "You still have a lot to learn."

Still, even if so little is known about humans, something has to be done.

Lindell showed a nervous expression, and he could even feel the unborn life kicking him gently under his palm.

"As long as you still love her as always, this blessing will always take effect."

Lindell said: "Next, I will try to strip away the interference of magic power on the human fetus, and restore her to the state before being affected as much as possible."

"When he gets nervous, he will explain a lot more."

Bucky sat next to Steve and commented: "And it doesn't matter whether others can hear it or not."

Lindell coughed lightly, and everyone around fell silent, and then Crowley raised his chin at him, encouraging him more than nothing: "If you fail, Aziraphale said that he is willing to help you end it."

So try your best to try it out, those golden snake eyes silently convey such a message.

The woodland is quiet, and I don't know when, even the birds have disappeared.

If it was me a few years ago, I would never have imagined that one day I would sing for human beings.

"Although it is said that this is the age of humans—"

The fairy boy said with a rare gentle attitude: "I'd better allow me to try arbitrarily."

The singing sounded.

This time, it is not a sound that cannot be understood by human ears, but a simple and straightforward song that anyone can understand-the melody is the one that was originally sung by the soldiers to celebrate the festival. head.

I didn't sing the lyrics, but sang the most basic single tone.Lindell's singing made people feel that the gender could not be distinguished. Under the night, there was a warm wind blowing in the woodland.

Hate, fear, the will to live, and a soul that crumbles before dying can provide magic, as can love.The mother's love for her child is tenacious and clear, and the fairy boy closes his eyes. This emotion is transformed into magic, and the circuit that flows through him turns into singing.Teresa sat where she was, clasped her fingers in front of her chest, closed her eyes and prayed devoutly.

"Prayer is a means of letting go of one's spiritual realm. In theory, this will allow the object of prayer to invade one's spirit."

Lindell's hair swayed gently in the wind, and the wide sleeves of his training uniform fluttered in the warm wind.Steve watched this scene from a distance, and couldn't help but think of the materials he looked up in the library before he joined the army—people in Scandinavia once believed in the Norse gods, and the urban planning of Finland today Even the place where goblins inhabit is deliberately avoided, but Mr. Aziraphale always said that after humans bid farewell to the gods, everything they build makes people yearn for it.

"Faith is a key variable in the occult field."

Crowley glanced at him and pointed at the sky with a finger: "Like, as much as I hate it, today is their holiday, so Miracle will be easier to release than usual, And just because you humans believe that this day is different from other days, then this day becomes easier for you to be influenced by occultism."

It's very idealistic, Steve thought, and he actually took the opportunity to ask, "Is it up to human perception? Rather than...something else?"

"Of course, it is also related to reference conditions such as earth veins and atmospheric magic power content."

Crowley said: "But from the perspective of those of you who can't connect to magic, even if I say that, I can't feel it-not all goblins are suitable for this, the fairy godmother and the little mermaid are a minority, more He is a ruthless character who likes to capsize ships at sea and use his voice to make people lose their way."

But that kid was different, and they figured that out in the first place.

Prayer is a one-sided means of connecting hearts.On the night of the festival, the melodious singing resounded through the camp, and many soldiers were fascinated by it.Lindell reached out to hold Teresa's hand, and opened the other's curled knuckles bit by bit until the other's palm completely fit with him, and the sharp nails that could crush tempered glass were now gently clasped without any aggressiveness. her skin.

"I……"

"There is no need to panic. Your love (Mana) has spanned life several times. Although there is only a share provided by a human being, it is enough if it is only to protect this child."

"—So, call my name."

It is not the gods who are far away from humans, but the fairies standing in front of them.Teresa could feel that something was being pulled out of her body bit by bit, and the forcibly poured magic power gradually faded away like a tide.The buds of the plants poked their heads out of the thin snow, stretched and grew amidst the singing, and finally a field of white, unknown wildflowers the size of a thumb bloomed.

The monotonous but melodious melody lasted three times, and finally fell silent.Lindell blinked, as if he wasn't used to pulling away from the state just now, and stretched out his hand to feel the abnormal movement under the opponent's skin, and he was obviously relieved after a while.

"The last circuit has been completely destroyed by me. After this child is born, he should only have ordinary qualities, and the next generation may have a little inheritance...but it has only been inherited for one generation and has been destroyed. The past magic circuit is basically useless and can be ignored.”

Lindell's expression relaxed: "The magic power has been drawn out very thoroughly, and you can leave when the next supply point arrives."

"Hmm, I mean, is there no research value?"

Ms. Peggy Carter, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but said: "For example, on the basis of not hurting the other party, a moderate physical examination..."

"Sorry, it's completely destroyed, and there is no magic power left."

Lindell spread his hands: "It's nothing unusual. This kind of attempt is not only done by Hydra. In the past, many human magicians have done experiments that are much more accurate than this. Compared with trying to mine information from her , It is more efficient to kill other strongholds as soon as possible.”

His attitude was decisive, and Crowley was obviously on the side of his adopted son. Ms. Carter's eyes swept across the crowd, and it was obvious that Steve would only sidestep the fight, and the members of the commando listened to him...

"Well, I will consider sending them to a relatively peaceful place."

She compromised: "This is the only special case of the holiday, and the subsequent battle plan will proceed as usual, with the priority of breaking through their strongholds one by one."

"Of course, ma'am."

Crowley saluted exaggeratedly: "That's why I'm here."

In fact, it was said to be sent to a safe place before leaving, but now the whole of Europe is in chaos amidst the war, and it is difficult to mediate to a peaceful and stable place.Lindell watched Eric and Teresa get on the train, and finally couldn't help telling a few words: "After getting off at the designated place, go find a man named Aziraphale, he should be able to help You are busy."

"You've helped us a lot so far."

Teresa thanked in a gentle voice: "I really don't know how to repay you... I wanted to invite you to be the godfather of this child, but I was afraid of disturbing you."

"There will be no problem, she has the blessing of the goblin on her body."

Lindell assured: "It's not a big deal, but it's doable to keep fit."

After speaking, with a click, he got a kiss.The other party gently embraced his body, with curly hair on his shoulders, and besides the kiss, he also gave an extra hug.

The goblin, who rarely had physical contact with others, froze immediately.This feeling is completely different from being caught by actresses in the theater. It is obviously the same action, but it is difficult for him to feel disgusted.

It's obviously the same behavior... It's really hard for humans to understand.

"Don't know how to thank you...but I'll keep praying for the best in your future."

The other party looked at Lindell: "I wish you a happy life too."

This should be the last time he saw this human being, Lindell thought, although he lacks the concept of "happiness", saying it as a blessing at this time should be a good thing worth pursuing in the eyes of human beings.

He nodded.

Then it was Eric who said goodbye, and the boy asked a little awkwardly: "Do you know anyone else who is a human like me?"

"What's 'like you'?"

Lindell didn't understand.

"That's right, the kind that can bend spoons..."

"For magicians, there should be as many as there are, but they usually hide their identities and don't reveal their specialness in front of ordinary humans."

Lindell shrugged: "After all, there are 26 billion human beings... But it doesn't matter if you are the only one who can do this."

"what?"

"This is a world where angels, demons, goblins and gods live together."

Lindell reached out and flicked Eric's forehead, and suddenly realized that Steve seemed to have done this to himself: "How special do you think you are?"

He watched them step onto the train.

With the festival over, Steve's commando team was back to its original hectic nature.

Facts have proved that the espionage plan will not last long. Whether it is in consideration of Lindell's acting skills or his physical condition with a high fever after returning, Steve is firmly opposed to making such a battle plan a second time.

"So at least he's allowed to fire weapons free?"

Dugan said: "Anyway, we only have these people, and he knows all the faces... This way of fighting will be much more efficient."

The meaning of the Weaponsfree command is to eliminate everyone except the clear target. This is also Lindell's most common attack command before Steve formed the commando.

But the other party still sternly refused.

"Weaponsight."

"For hostile target attacks, that's enough when command is clear," Steve said.

——It was difficult for him to forget the scene he saw when he broke into the enemy's line.

Lindell's vision was blank, his face was covered in other people's blood, and he had a fever for a week afterwards, as if he had indigestion from the magic he had swallowed.It is one thing to hope for victory in the war, but another is the means of victory. Steve took a deep breath and said seriously: "We can still win without that method."

The commander insisted so much that other members of the commando could only obey. As for the protagonist of the topic... Lindell seemed to have no interest in the layout of the battle plan. Not even a goblin's sharp nails can scratch the metal surface.

Howard took out his housekeeping skills, tsk.

Steve shook the other side helplessly: "Lindell...Lindell? Did you understand the battle plan just now?"

What greeted him was a pair of eyes that were not even confused, so the blond American soldier sighed deeply, and said seriously and patiently: "If you don't understand, then I will tell you again——"

On that day, the goblin boy who came out of the combat conference room was full of impatience for being forced to make up lessons.

Bucky laughed so hard that he wanted to roll on the spot. He sat the closest, and he could see the whole process of the meeting with his naked eyes.

The guy didn't listen at all the first time, so Steve gave it a second time.

After the second time, Lindell was still a little distracted, thinking from the bottom of his heart that it would be no problem to kill all the enemies after the battle started, but he didn't expect Steve to turn around and start asking questions, asking him to repeat what he just said.

At this time, the members of the commando team had already started to laugh from the anxiety of "the meeting has been held several times, so impatient". Dugan couldn't hold back his laughter, and even received Lindell's stare, but the results of the spot check failed. This caused Steve to tell it a third time—Lindell's expression was visibly irritable, but he couldn't move. He was pressed on a stool by a super soldier with four times his physical strength, like a rebellious teenager who was tired of studying in high school.

After the third round, Lindell was finally willing to face spot checks.But Steve shook his head and told him to recite the battle plan.

This time Bucky couldn't hold back either, everyone was laughing, and the instigator could patiently shut them all up, because "this is for the sake of better cooperation in future battles."

Lindell: …………

In the end, the meeting was held four times, which was truly soul-stirring.After leaving the meeting room, Lindell didn't hold back his hand, and took off the door handle with a bang, and then turned his head very annoyed to put it back. Because the repair skills were not good enough, he couldn't stand on the spot, and in the end it was Dugan Took over the job and got a chisel screw and a vise.

He dragged his chin and stood at the door, watching for a while, listening to the sound of tinkling repairs, and finally couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Well?"

Dugan asked him: "Why... you really think the captain is nagging? But you should be more familiar with that guy's strict personality than us, so please bear with it a little bit."

"No, I want to ask, why must I be included in this kind of combat command plan?"

The blessing of dragging Steve to the meeting four times, now he recites the task this time backwards: "I think there are at least three places where I can come directly..."

"Hmm, so what?"

Dugan made a nasal sound: "Why don't you ask him this question directly? Or if you go to James, you should be able to ask the answer..."

"If Steve had said it, he would definitely show that strange expression again."

Lindell said——In Steve's combat plan, his position in this commando is not even in the main attack position, but to use the mobility of the goblin to cooperate, or as a submachine gun. Assault members accept the support of snipers. Generally speaking, they are contrary to the normal state of single-soldier combat in the past, and there are always cooperative players around.

"So obviously you know it yourself."

Dugan smiled, and even raised the mustache on his face vividly: "That's not a strange expression, it's called Concern in the human mouth."

"There's no reason for that. If you're talking about personal combat capabilities alone, he's more likely to be worried about you."

The blond goblin boy folded his arms and stared at Dugan who was repairing the door. The implication is that your strength is limited. Even if you want to pick out a person who is lagging behind in our team, it is absolutely impossible to be him: "I'm much more reliable than you."

"...Can't you say a good word out of your mouth?"

Duggan complained: "No wonder it was raised by demons."

He subjectively ignored that there was another Mr. Angel among Lindell's guardians.

"It has nothing to do with strength. He is worried about you because..."

The soldier who was usually holding a gun or holding the control lever of the aircraft got stuck here, and now he began to regret that he had burned the "Psychological Counseling Manual" before - but he was still looking at the other party's eyes. Bite the bullet and continued: "Rather than fighting alone, he probably hopes that you can be like a human being and have teammates who can rely on your back."

This idea is too strange.

Lindell stood firmly on the spot, his expression tended to be between "doubt whether this person's point of view is reliable" and "whether this guy's brain is broken", but surprisingly, this kind of statement did not disgust him .

"—My field of vision is about 270 degrees. If you count the ability to perceive maliciousness, you can detect the changes behind you without turning your head."

In the end, he commented: "But if this is his wish, I will try my best to cooperate with you and give it a try."

Obedience to command is a soldier's duty, and on the other hand, Steve's battlefield command level is quite good, and he is very convincing.Afterwards, they fought several large and small battles, and the tacit cooperation of the team was unstoppable, allowing Crowley to smoothly add a lot of report content to the parchment.

"The spiritual symbol of the Allied soldiers has completely fallen into the control of hell, and the stupid human beings still don't know anything about it, he will soon end this meaningless dispute, and he will serve hell from now on—as long as There is no word from which angels make trouble."

Lindell was lying in the trench reading the parchment, and Bucky set up a gun next to him, and couldn't help reminding him: "Pay attention to the situation around you, you are my observer now."

"——I can observe the surrounding situation even without eyes."

A few groundhogs protruded from the ground, their beards trembling tremblingly on their faces: "There are hostile targets three kilometers away, carry light weapons, your sniper radius is 1.5 kilometers, you need to wait for them to come over."

"Well, Steve and the others should have arrived at the designated location soon."

Bucky nodded, one eye stuck to the scope, and the whole person fell on the ground: "What will I eat when I go back?"

"...I don't really want to eat today."

"Then give me your ration."

Bucky didn't hesitate: "Well... I can probably see it already. Send a signal after killing these few."

"The straight-line distance conversion is about 400 meters, which exceeds the performance of the weapon."

Lindell asked, "Need help fixing it?"

"Well, there's a gust of wind."

Bucky nodded, "Do what you do best."

Lindell closed his eyes, and after opening them again, the green eyes turned into gold.The mountain wind blew through the forest, and with a ping sound, a top-notch sniper was installed. The barrel sent out bullets, riding the wind across the ballistic curve, and accurately penetrated the helmet.

Bucky fired a few shots, and then quickly shifted position. It didn't take long for them to be hit by a howitzer at the place where they were lurking—also within Steve's prediction.

Lindell climbed up the treetops in a few steps, and after successfully launching the signal flare, he and Bucky shuttled through the woodland together. Now they still have about 5 minutes to seize the second commanding height.Steve's plan was detailed and detailed, and the super soldier with dust on his face would have the chance to smile at him after everyone gathered together: "How about it? Match everyone's feelings."

"Not bad either."

Lindell commented.

Their efficiency was gratifying, so Crowley's report became more and more fluent.First, "the damn angel made these soldiers believe in Christianity", and then "I successfully defeated their faith", one person plays multiple roles, the plot is smooth and complete, except that what he described did not happen at all , the storyline is vivid.

As one of the protagonists of the story, Steve's beliefs repeatedly jumped between heaven and hell. He was first tempted by the devil, and then rescued by the angels, so he was too busy.

Steve, who read the whole content out of curiosity: "..."

He said with difficulty: "Isn't it good to lie like this?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm a demon. Would you tell another demon to be honest?"

Crowley raised his eyebrows: "And honesty won't make you more popular, well, I know you're already popular on this team...I'm talking about another aspect."

"In what way?"

Mr. Hao Hao blinked his eyes, his expression was extremely harmless, without any trace of decisiveness on the battlefield.

"About that sketchbook of yours, boy."

Crowley glanced at him: "The devil understands people's hearts best, and heaven only reads clichés. Although they speak nicely, Amadeus Mozart and those famous writers in history are all in our world." Here... you don't really want to hide it until you die, do you?"

Being poked in the center, the Brooklyn youth immediately blushed.In any case, Crowley had been Lindell's adoptive father for a while. Although the two of them didn't seem to take this father-son relationship seriously, after all...

"After all, fairies and humans are still different."

He smiled, and there was no confusion in his blue eyes: "I have read a lot of materials, including your "Legend of King Arthur", so I know very well what kind of creature a goblin is... For Lindell, this kind of thing should be It's an incomprehensible extra burden."

"Oh—speaking like an old school angel, are you Gabriel's follower?"

Crowley dragged out his tone, and satirized in a strange voice: "It almost reminds me of the difference between angels and demons, heaven and hell, when I first met Aziraphale, and my mouth was full of such things."

He leaned closer to Steve, his snake-like eyes flashed with a deceptive look, causing Steve's Adam's apple to move up and down cautiously: "If you only know how to hold those information books, you will feel that heaven and hell will never be at odds with each other. , but Zeus knows how to turn into a goose to deceive the little girl!"

Steve: "..."

The leap from Christianity to the Olympian gods took him a little off.

"Of course, I didn't ask you to take such a big span at once. After all, you are an old pervert who first turned into a cow and then turned into a swan to trick women into taking the bait, and his mind is full of dirty human thoughts. I really don't know what Hera is. Why can't I think about it... I'm digressing."

Crowley stuck out a finger and poked him on the shoulder. "There are so many half-elves with goblin blood. How do you think they all come from? I dare say that the seven goblins in the story of Snow White are nothing. There is one that is supported by a score, and there will be no human princes after that, oh, it's really not good."

Steve: "..."

Letters, too much information.

Steve froze in place stunned, not knowing whether he should complain about Zeus first. Life enriches the content of Greek mythology several times longer, or he should say that the story of Snow White is better not to be fabricated like this, but when he thought of this topic, it was because Lindell stood up, and he couldn't say anything again.

As expected of a devil, Mr. Crawley...

"Different from human beings who are born with emotions, in the case of goblins, those with rich emotions are even considered to be born with some kind of mental illness, but this does not mean that they don't understand at all. If you work hard enough, you can barely learn it. It just takes a long time.”

Crowley said, "Well... for example, it has the function of self-learning?"

"what do you mean?"

Steve's eyes sparkled.

"Cough, because, for some reason, that guy can't return to Fairy Township for the time being..."

Crowley coughed dryly: "If you must live in the human world, it's easier to have someone willing to teach you than to travel long distances alone... What do you think?"

Steve nodded vigorously, and just about to say something, Lindell's voice came from behind: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, add some material to my report."

Crowley said: "They say you can throw a grenade 150 meters, is that true?"

"If there is a suitable wind."

Lindell was quickly diverted from the topic, and raised his chin proudly: "It's nothing."

He is the most trustworthy soldier in the commando, the guardian of everyone, the goblin boy nodded proudly, and followed Steve away obediently, it is said that he will discuss the next battle plan.

"Then, when the war is over..."

"what?"

"Let's go to the science and technology exhibition together again. At that time, Howard might be able to create something more interesting."

"……also."

Lindell obviously thought there were too many people, but finally nodded in agreement: "If you really want to see—"

"Then let's go together reluctantly."