[Tutor+K] Five generations

Richard never thought that there was any problem with the connection between his thinking and that of Tsunayoshi Sawada. When he met the latter's eyes with strange brilliance, Richard only thought that his words gave him the bottom line. No more worrying blindly.

So, Richard left Zetian house with peace of mind, and walked to the place of the first generation with a trace of the flame contract left on his body.

Behind him was the hard-working Harumori, chattering in his ear with octopus balls in one hand and taiyaki in the other.

"Your Highness, this is delicious, do you want one?"

"Eat it yourself."

"Is your highness afraid of missing a full belch? In fact, your highness doesn't have to be so harsh on yourself. I will help you cover your mouth and swallow your fullness immediately." Thomas said with a sad face, "It's really not easy for your highness to go on a diet", By the way, he ate up the octopus balls in a few moments, and passed the taiyaki in his right hand, "I'm ready, Your Highness."

...ready for something, to cover his mouth with a greasy hand?

Richard glanced at Thomas expressionlessly, his blue eyes as distant as the sky narrowed slightly, symbolically showing a hint of disgust.

"I've already eaten, and... I don't like such sweet things, you should know."

"Your Highness doesn't call me for dinner," Thomas grumbled and complained, but he ate Taiyaki without any delay, "Do you want some octopus balls, Your Highness? I'll spit some for you, vomit— —”

The last onomatopoeia wasn't that Thomas actually scratched his throat trying to spit out the octopus he had just swallowed, but that he got a solid elbow in the stomach and was almost knocked out.

Richard withdrew his hands as if nothing had happened, and straightened the folds of his cuffs: "Finish? Then let's talk about business."

Thomas didn't actually spit out because of Richard's strategically placed position, avoiding the stomach.He straightened up quickly, and touched his mouth with little confidence: "Uh... oh."

"The wound on your face was really caused by Hayato Gujiji?"

Richard's question was straightforward, and Thomas, who was touching his mouth, seemed even less confident: "Yes... ah."

"reason?"

The eyes of Thomas and his leader drifted half a centimeter: "I didn't expect that kid to improve so fast...and..."

"Because you beat Gangji and you are wronged, are you afraid that I will blame you?"

"It's not wrong..." Thomas weakly refuted this, but the others did not deny it.

This is also the solution that Thomas can think of with his brain full of dead ends. When he found out once that he made his boss angry, he went to fight with the enemy out of atonement mentality, and in the end he was covered in wounds and miserable. When he came back, his own BOSS seemed to have forgotten to punish him. After only letting him rest well, he would tirelessly repeat the same thing every time he was punished.

It can make his own BOSS's memory worse, no longer thinking about how to punish himself, even if he is beaten so hard that he can't get up, it's worth it.

As far as Richard is concerned, although he doesn't know about his "memory deterioration theory" about him, but what kind of jokes are he playing with Harumori? see.

At this time, Richard, who got the accurate answer and his guess confirmed in his heart, twitched fiercely. The headache he hadn't had for a long time ran to him again to brush his presence.

"Thoma, if you play this kind of trick again, I will throw you to Antony Gabrielone (King Gabrielone V) and let him supervise you to recite "The Complete Works of Shakespeare"." Richard's eyebrows and eyes are full Feng Rui expressed to Thomas with a warning look that if there was a next time, he would never tolerate it, "It is not every time that you have the luck to retreat from the enemy's hands alone."

This time, he went straight into the heart, and Thomas shuddered three times as if he had seen a nightmare scene.He nodded hastily, and at the end, he couldn't help arguing for himself: "But... the prison temple Hayato is not an enemy, right?"

"Not at the moment." The sharpness in Richard's eyes became slightly calmer, "You have to remember that the camp of friend and foe is not always the same. Whether he is an enemy or a friend with us, it is not a reason for you to fight."

With Tomas nodding his head as if realizing something, Richard went on to say, "Besides, you must correct your underestimation of the enemy. The enemy can't stand still and let you fight without making any progress. Improve your own strength, always look like a fool or a vegetable, don't always look down on a future rival from the past."

Thomas blinked: "So... the prison temple Hayato is my future rival? Enemy?"

"...At least he will be your opponent worthy of a fight." Richard didn't want to play word-picking games with his Harumori, and changed the subject abruptly, "Apart from your face, how else have you been injured by him?"

Although Thomas' clothes were covered with a lot of dust this time, his exposed flesh was intact, which was seriously inconsistent with his usual style of "as miserable as possible".

"Only the face." Speaking of this, Thomas couldn't help but look puzzled, "That prison temple Hayato is also strange, I accidentally let him get punched, I'm fine, he froze for a long time Can't get back to God.

"At that time, I had a flash of inspiration... no..." Under the staring eyes of his boss, he rarely changed his words, "At that time, I was impulsive, and I said to Yuji Hayato, 'Good fight! , A few more punches, it’s my fault, the way he looked at me changed, he seemed to be moved by my heroism, and said, "This punch will offset your disrespect to Judai, and it will be cheaper for you", and then left gone."

... What a moving look, it must be the look of looking at a snake.

Richard stared ahead, going through the whole thing.

As far as the results go, not too bad.At least that's how the "shoe-eating incident" was exposed.

As for Hayato's impression of Thomas... Anyway, it can't be worse, it's better than insulting and eating shoes to form a grudge.

Brain-disabled children have a lot of fun, and if they cannot be cured, they can only be released to harm others.

Richard raised his hand sideways, and pressed a mark on Thomas's hairy head: "Tonight, Tsunaji and the others are going to have a showdown with Balian's people, you go to Prison Temple Hayato, and train him well. "

"How many punches?"

"...as you please."

So Thomas went so happily.

His Excellency the fifth generation of Pengelie watched his family Qingshou go away, turned his head, and met a group of low-key flames burning in the corner of the wall.

"A generation?"

The flames stretched against the wind, widened, and gradually acquired texture to form a complete human figure.

The handsome young man with blond hair stood three meters away from him, with a bright and warm smile on his lips.

"Ten years after you left?"

"Yes. Your energy supply...is there nothing wrong with it?"

"It's just an hour, it won't have any effect." Giotto was still wearing the white cloak with the letter V on it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The hidden worry in Richard's heart fell to the ground. He took the black cloak that I transformed into the flames of death again and handed it over. When he was putting it on, an inadvertent voice came from his ear.

"Give me your ring."

Richard paused, ten fingers grasping the edge of the black cloak; the other party had already leaned forward, his slender fingers picked up the ring pendant hanging on his chest, and quickly wrapped something around it a few times.

The lifeless breath sprinkled on his neck, and he lowered his eyes, only seeing the other person's blond hair reaching his eyes because of bending over.

Eyes full of gold, with an unreal faint warm light.

Just like his encounter with I and Ten.Untrue, even ridiculous.

The parallel lines that have been separated for half a century are strangely twisted into one place, and it is not known where they will return in the future.

"Okay." Using a small silver chain to wrap the ring into a small lump of unknown metal, Giotto put down the ring in satisfaction, and tied the ribbon of the cloak for Richard, "This is the chain for sealing, because Peng of this era The Vengley Ring is about to wake up—whether it is a person or an object, as long as two existences are exactly the same, one of them will be eliminated from its original material form and melted into the original substance by the law—so your Vengley Ring It must be sealed, otherwise it will have a bad effect on the ring and you."

Hearing the word "seal", Richard's shoulders were stiff for a moment, but they quickly returned to nature.

"The Vongola Ring of this era is about to wake up... Does it mean that two Vengola Rings that are only in half are combined into one?"

"exactly."

"I don't know which successor split the ring in two, and let this crack destroy the pressure capacity and overall structure of the ring."

"This is a choice made due to the change of the family regime, there is no other way," Giotto couldn't help sighing when he sensed the criticism in a calm tone, "Don't worry, although the output of heat pressure will decrease due to splitting the ring Half of it, but it is already a very amazing value for ordinary people. As for the overall structure..." He straightened up, with a silver light of memory in his eyes, "Although the pressure resistance of the ring has become fragile, except for the Simon family With the Earth Ring and the pressure of more than 500 million flames, no force can destroy the Vengley Ring in its incomplete state."

Just as Richard was about to say something more, there was a sudden loud sound of gongs and drums at the corner of the intersection behind.He frowned, and felt that there seemed to be a few unknown objects flying towards his back from behind. His sensitive nerves to deal with crises all the year round made him reflexively turn to the side, and only one step of displacement could prevent him from being caught Any "flying object" hits.

However, before he could move his footsteps, suddenly a pair of hands exerted strength out of thin air, pressing down on his shoulders one step ahead of him, making him unable to move, let alone avoid the "attack" behind him.

Richard raised his head in astonishment, facing a pair of golden red smiling eyes.

With a "click", a piece of soft cake hit his forehead.

Richard: "..."

Under his expressionless but close to accusing stare, Giotto smiled and said: "This is a blessing ceremony, and you cannot hide, V."

The author has something to say:

After laying the groundwork, you can start to serve the dinner, and the diligent little beast said that it is trying to wake up.

... Xiaolujiang started to smoke again, obsessive-compulsive disorder and happy (?_?)

And, thank you Zi and Sherry for the landmines, one mouthful each (ω<*?)~