【Taizhong】Desperado

Well, you bastard Dazai, you win, you totally win!

Zhongyuan Zhong also whipped the calm guy [-] times in his heart.

Just half an hour ago, Osamu Dazai readily agreed to the bad idea proposed by Fitzgerald, and entrusted everything to him with his own opinion.Thinking of Dazai's expression of course at that time, Nakahara Chuya still couldn't help being angry.

He originally thought that such a smart Osamu Dazai would at least come up with some last move to restrain the other party, but that guy actually agreed!Throw him out, and continue to stay in the hotel, with the beast under the moon.

As soon as he left the room just now, he was stopped by a beautiful girl who called herself Lucy Maud Montgomery, and people liked to call her "Red-haired Anne of the Abyss".There were two other men standing behind the girl: one was Nathaniel Hawthorne whom the conversation had mentioned, and another breezy young man who introduced himself as John Steinbeck.

The hateful Fitzgerald still has a conscience, and asked them to lead the way for Zhongya, but it may be just to monitor his actions.If he turned around and left now, he had no doubt that those three people would shoot him in the head.

Zhong Yuan, who didn't have any plans, sat on the sofa booth and frowned, thinking.

"Hey, you only have twelve hours. The game is over after dark." Lucy straightened her beloved skirt and said, "Oh no, it's only eleven hours, three ten minutes now."

"Don't remind him, Lucy," Nathaniel said while flipping through the Bible, "we just need to do what Mr. Francis told us."

"That being said, people don't want to kill this little dwarf." Lucy pouted, "I hate seeing blood."

"But doesn't little Lucy hate mission failure more and being treated coldly by Mr. Francis?"

"It's still John who understands me," Lucy turned her head, and smiled at the frowning Zhong who was in trouble, "so Mr. Shorty, hurry up, or we will kill you when the time comes. You are a Human, but also Fitzgerald's hindrance."

It's so long-winded!Of course he knew there were only twelve hours.

If the task could not be completed after twelve hours, in order to prevent Zhong Yuan from going back to rescue them, the three people sent by Fitzgerald would definitely try to kill him.

Although he may not be able to kill him (he is confident in his ability), but during the delay period, no one can guarantee what will happen to Osamu Dazai and Yuexia Beast.Osamu Dazai seemed to trust his ability to hand over his wealth and life to him, but it was the first time for him to sneak into the territory of the blood clan alone to save a woman whose situation was unknown.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the three of them in silence. The other party seemed to be waiting for him to appear from the beginning, and he was not very surprised when he received the task. Get out of that room with a mission.

If that's the case...

Dazai's behavior just now didn't look like he was being led by the nose by the other party, so there must be his considerations behind his response to this plan?There must be his arrangement?

He spent another quarter of an hour figuring out Dazai Osamu's intentions behind it and the countermeasures that might help him, but it seemed futile in the passing time.

"Only eleven hours left, Mr. Little Shorty." Lucy's sweet voice always loved to tell him the time.

After the bet was established, Fitzgerald continued to stay in Dazai's guest room. He got an extremely comfortable sofa chair from nowhere (it successfully occupied the remaining space of the original small guest room), and now the entire Stuck inside, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and ordered a cup of coffee to pass the time.

"Would you like a cup, too?" he asked. "Coffee is the perfect way to pass the time."

"Mr. Francis also likes coffee?" Dazai asked with great interest.

"I like coffee, and I like alcohol more. But alcohol makes people psychedelic. Considering the current situation," he lingered on Dazai's face for a while, and smiled, "so let's have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself."

Dazai seemed to have thought of something interesting, walked up to Fitzgerald, smiled, and suggested: "In this case, I guess you are also very particular about coffee, right? It will be a long time before Nakaya comes back, Why don't we find something to pass the time?"

"What do you want?" Fitzgerald didn't trust him.

"You also know that after I left the organization, I wandered around for a while, and I happened to work in a cafe for a while. Since I'm fine now, why don't I find out what I used to feel and make you a cup?"

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't figure out what Dazai Osamu wanted to do for a while, and looked at him with doubts on his face.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, Atsushi," Dazai shrugged, still with a cynical tone on his lips, "It's really just passing the time."

"Haha," Fitzgerald smiled relaxedly, took off his coat and suit and handed it to the servant behind him, "There is no need to be so nervous, since everything is fine, why don't you let Mr. Dazai make a cup of coffee? It’s also good to taste the handicraft of Dazai-san as a barista.”

Zhongyuanzhong is not so leisurely, he is not in the mood to think about coffee.He inquired from Lucy that Prague's original blood prince was not to be feared, but the group of Siberian bodyguards he invited were not so easy to deal with.They need a force like Zhongya Zhongye.

"It's a bit difficult to deal with, but it's daytime, and they should all be asleep in those dead coffins."

John was at the front as he walked. After passing the old city hall, there was the Charles Bridge. After crossing the bridge, the castle was on the other side of the Vltava River, where the blood clan in charge of this territory lay dormant.The closer to that place, the fewer humans there were. Even in the bright daylight, there were only the three of them walking on the bleak stone road.

The white flowers next to the stone carving wall were also infected with the death breath of the blood race, and all died before blooming. Only nameless wild flowers sprang out from the soil at the heel of the big tree, mixed with weeds in a mess, telling people passing by that it was spring.

Central Plains had no intention of lamenting the desolation. He was carefully deliberating with the layout map of Prague Castle (the map was obtained from Nathaniel).

"Madam must be living in pain there, it's all because of our incompetence that we failed to rescue her in time." John narrowed his eyes and looked at the top of the castle not far away, "Although we despicably threatened Mr. Make sure to rescue our lady."

"You say, is Zelda really alive?" Lucy turned the parasol and asked, pursing her lips, "Fitzgerald has never seen Zelda go back and forth with his own eyes, he just heard about it a few times. It's just a personal report, and when those people came back, they were half dead."

"If it is confirmed that Mrs. Zelda is dead, we can only report the truth," Nathaniel said calmly, "I believe that Mr. Francis is not a person who will do his own thing."

"But he is very obsessed with Zelda!" Lucy raised her voice suddenly, and she could hear that she was a little angry, "If Zelda had died long ago, wouldn't we have put ourselves in danger for no reason?! Why should Fitzgerald say what he says! It's not fair!"

"Because he brought you back from the orphanage, you didn't starve to death, Lucy." Nathaniel put his hands on the girl's shoulders, trying to calm her excitement, "There are outsiders here now, I I hope you can control your emotions."

Of course, the outsider refers to Zhongya in the Central Plains, but unfortunately he has no intention of intervening even if he listened to their internal conflicts.He hoped the Zelda woman was still alive so he could at least try to bring her back, save Atsushi Nakajima's life (he's the other half of that Akutagawa guy), get Fitzgerald's help .

Nakaya, who was in trouble, no longer wondered whether Osamu Dazai had prepared some tricks for him. The complex layout of the castle was enough for him to have a headache.He noticed that the ancient castle was very extensive, and it would be very lucky to search all the palaces, churches, monasteries, and towers one by one.

"Well, Nathaniel, you are right," said Lucy with a contemptuous smile, "but it was your obedience that killed your beloved Margaret! And you, obviously A domination, aren't you? Aren't you annoyed at all about it?"

"Shut up! Lucy!" Nathaniel lowered his face and yelled back at the chattering and complaining girl for the first time, "You have touched my bottom line!"

"Hey, hey, let's fight for a while!" Zhong Ye took a step between the two of them, flipped the blueprint in front of Lucy, pointed at the picture and asked, "You! Is it you? The one who said just now is still alive The information was reported to that guy? So where did the person who reported it see that she was still alive?"

"To be honest, I didn't expect that Mr. Dazai, who is famous all over the world, would make coffee for boring humans in a cafe to support himself," Fitzgerald said, looking at the man who was opening the cupboard to pick out coffee beans, " What a waste of your talent! You can have a better way out and earn more money, you can come to the Guild and work under me, and I will pay you twenty times more than that, if you are not satisfied Can be higher."

"Then don't worry about it," Dazai opened the air hole and smelled the bag of deep-roasted coffee beans in his hand, and smiled to the people behind him, "I don't want to deal with those blood races."

"So you asked Mr. Nakahara to run errands for you without thinking?" Fitzgerald laughed loudly from behind the bar. "I would be very sad if I were Mr. Nakahara."

"But you're not him." Dazai turned around, only glanced at Fitzgerald, and put the first bag of beans he picked on the table, "He won't be sad because of this kind of thing."

"You seem to know him well."

"Knows better than you think."

"But you have known each other not long ago."

"Longer than you think."

"Oh?" Fitzgerald seemed to be aroused, and he talked about the topic of Chuya Zhongyuan, "My information is not wrong, you met on the train to Prague, but But you gave him a helping hand." He paused, staring at Dazai viciously, as if wanting to see through his heart, "There is a feeling of love at first sight between a lot of domination and subordination, I understand very well, Because that’s how I was with Zelda back then. So, did you fall in love with Mr. Nakahara at first sight? You wanted him to be your other half, so you helped him?”

And Dazai just pinched a bag of Yirgacheffe that was mostly used up in the corner with his fingers, and lazily replied: "Stop talking about your wife who fell in love at first sight, rich Mr. Francis, you also know that I used to It's...isn't it?"

"But we who are rulers can have more than one subordinate. What's more, yours died a few years ago." Fitzgerald smiled slightly, "In my opinion, Central Plains is also a good choice, sweet and Powerful. But he always wears gloves, refuses to be touched by anyone, dominates the singles in the subordinate world, and makes people not want to get close at first sight."

Dazai was seriously thinking about how to match the several beans with different aromas and roasting levels in front of him, and he took a moment to talk to the man who talked a little today.

"Oh, then I should be thankful for two things." Dazai said amidst the aroma of coffee beans, "First, your wife is still alive. Second, Chuya always wears gloves. If not, I would have thought you Already watching him."

His eyes are even sharper and colder than the vampires wandering in the cold night looking for food.

to be continued

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