If Wei Ran is also classified as a bad personality, then Ling Yi has never been a good-tempered person.

Once personal attacks are involved, he is more willing to take some actions to make the other party unable to even speak than meaningless behaviors such as face-to-face arguments and abuse. Of course, this is definitely not violent revenge, but a way of dealing with it.

However, some people are faster than him.

"You're enough!" Karen interrupted the woman's contemptuous gaze with a cold shout.

"What makes you think I will bring back the old Japanese? Please keep your eyes blinded by foundation. This gentleman is from the Chinese Federation and is the housekeeper I specially invited back. If you have any objections, please go and talk to my father."

Ling Yi felt a little moved when he heard this. He didn't expect that there would be such benefits if there was too much eye-catching one. Now Kalian was completely on the same front as him. Even if he didn't explain anything, Kalian would speak for him.

Good, just...

"—You!" The woman's face changed and she sneered with anger: "Sure enough, you are just a innocent child. Let's not talk about any evidence that he has to prove that he is an immigrant to the Federation of China. Even if he is not a Japanese, we, the Shutanfelt family, cannot be entered by anyone. Butler? Joke, do you think you are the owner of this family, and what qualifications are this gentleman who came from the Federation of China?"

A series of doubts made Karen, who was impulsively speaking, unable to speak for a moment.

Seeing this, Ling Yi realized that if he didn't say anything, he might be kicked out. Don't really do this. This is an opportunity he finally encountered. It is not about economic problems, but about contact with the upper social circle.

Although there are many other ways, they are somewhat too eye-catching.

It is not easy to attract the attention of interested people if you choose a suitable superficial identity.

Therefore, Ling Yi once again ignored the woman's contemptuous gaze and spoke.

"Let's talk about this lady. It's been a long time no see."

He looked as if he had just remembered something.

The woman was confused and frowned in dissatisfaction, with an indescribable disgust, as if she saw something dirty and wanted to stay away from it.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

"No, I mean, I was at the Hilton Hotel the night before yesterday. Didn't you meet you?"

"—Ha? You...you're joking, I haven't been to any Hilton hotel. Don't think that getting close to me will please me."

The woman's face changed when she heard this, and her cold voice was as anxious as ice.

"Is that true?" Ling Yi raised his eyebrows and said in a pretentious manner: "Is that wrong? I remember you didn't have dinner with an old and strong gentleman?"

"Is this... this strange? It's just a meal, a friendly communication between the nobles. What do you want to say?"

The woman interrupted in a rough tone when she saw that she couldn't fool her.

"So, what after?"

A faint cold smile appeared on the corner of Ling Yi's mouth, as if mocking the woman.

Karen looked at him and then at the woman, frowned and couldn't understand what they were saying, but he just told her it was a very bad thing.

“….”

The woman's face was gloomy and terrible. Her eyes looked at Ling Yi as if she wanted to kill someone.

Compared to the numb eyes of Saber lying on the ground some time ago, it was as insignificant as the air. At that time, her tendons and tendons were cut off. Even if she stripped her cold and hard armor, she would ravage her delicate and delicate body countless times, and she would not have any psychological burden to exchange body fluids. The hatred that grew from that heart-wrenching anger was simply more pleasant than any delicacy.

As for the vulgar woman in front of me who doesn't even know her name.

To put it bluntly.

Ling Yi didn't even kill her Gu Kuangwang.

Not to mention others.

The meaning of his words was actually a wonderful coincidence. He just adhered to a rigorous style of conduct. By the way, he investigated Karen's family, so he "accidentally" found some dark history, all about the romantic history of this unknown blonde lady. The recent record was what he mentioned. He had dinner with an old and strong gentleman at the Hilton Hotel three days ago, and then walked into the presidential suite with warm hands and experienced the wonderful atmosphere brought by the high-end room.

Ah. What a pleasant night, what do you think of this lady?

Ling Yi wanted to ask this, but if he said this, I'm afraid even Karen would realize something. It would be difficult to end at that time.

While properly pushing people to the corner, she has nowhere to escape, it only leaves her with a little room for survival, so that she can ensure that she will not force her into biting people in a hurry.

"I will introduce myself here. I am from the Federation of China and have worked for Mr. Mura. Although I have nothing to do with my previous position, I have a lot of experience in housekeeping management. I think your house has not hired a housekeeper. If you don't mind, can you give me a try? I believe it won't disappoint you."

"Mr. Murah? Who are you referring to?" As soon as the woman heard this name, her face changed and she immediately became cautious.

"It is Mr. Kikelov Mura."

Ling Yi answered in a calm tone. His calm and calm look and name made the woman stunned. It might be a bit exaggerated to say this, but she could not have thought that Ling Yi could actually be related to that big man.

Kikeluf Mura, director of the Central Military Barracks, District 11.

In other words, he is the largest warlord in District 11.

Unlike the police station and the Governor's Office, he is more like a military commander-level role. Although he is in his own country, he is nothing. Even Alex Bartre, who was originally from the Central Legal Affairs Bureau, became the chief of staff of the 11th District Ruler after being transferred here, and was equivalent to the chief of staff of the General Staff. Although his position is not much different, his status is much worse.

However, in the eyes of other nobles, Murah is a big figure in the 11th district, and he also holds real power, so he must not be underestimated.

As the wife of Xiutanfelt, one of the eight famous sects, it is natural to know.

However, how could a mere young man who looks less than twenty years old have the opportunity to meet Kikelov Mura? And he has worked for him, and it is impossible to think about it.

Thinking in my heart, I immediately showed suspicion.

However, when she noticed Ling Yi's unique smile, she immediately changed her mouth:

"Oh, since you are Mr. Murah's subordinate, you are naturally welcome. As long as you are willing, you can take office at any time. I look forward to your ability."

The last sentence, almost bursting out from the gaps of her teeth, was enough to prove her unwillingness.

But, so what?

If she plans to find excuses to pick things up, she is really thinking too much.

The universal skills of housekeeping are not without them.

In short, from that day on, he officially became the butler of the Sotanfelt family.

............

A few months later, the abandoned stage was in the slums of Shinjuku. The strategic turmoil caused by the theft of "chemical weapons", the Governor's Office, the Police Department, and the Central Army intervened without any distinction, and claimed that it was a capture operation that was a large-scale exercise and was deadlocked because the target sneaked into the subway line. However, the Governor of the 11th District Prince Clovis immediately decided to impose the death penalty on Shinjuku, this ruin baptized by the war, which was a devastating purge.

However, this order is not known to the outside world yet, and the personal guards responsible for the search work are still busy. Although their leader is a senior official of the Governor's Office, the grassroots personnel who constitute the troops are all honorary Britannians.

"Shumu Zhuque First Class Private!"

When the boss pointed the name, Zhuque was staring at the pocket watch. It was an old watch, the pointer was no longer moving, and the glass of the grinding dial was covered with cracks.

That's something someone left to himself.

Speaking of souvenirs, it is a bit ironic, but its function is more of a warning.

"Didn't you hear it? First Class Private!"

"Uh. Yes."

Zhuque quickly put the pocket watch back to the inside of his protective suit and stood up to respond. His face still had childishness, and he looked fifteen years old. The slightly curly brown hair could be seen through the black protective helmet.

"Is there anything wrong? Sir."

"It's not 'Is there anything wrong'! You should stand up and answer loudly, 'At ready at any time'. This is what I want to hear. Will you be so nervous that you are about to go to the battlefield?"

The man roared roughly, and all kinds of dazzling medals of honor shaking like a show-off on his chest.

"I'm going to attack in 10 minutes. What's there to be there? Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm very sorry. Below-"

"No need to explain! If you have time to consider the excuse of boredom, don't prepare it for me quickly - it's true. It's because of this that the monkeys in District 11 are useless."

"Yes, I'm very sorry."

Zhuque did not continue to argue and obediently ran towards the anchored military aircraft.

The surroundings were filled with people wearing the same clothes as Suzaku. Except for the non-commissioned officers, all the people gathered here were from District 11 - that is, the old Japanese.

Their dissatisfied whispers mixed with the yells and roars of the British non-commissioned officers, and they reached the ears of Suzaku.

"Hmph, in the end, this kind of work is indeed something that we have to do with the reputation of the Britons."

"Is it the poison gas tank that was stolen?"

"Anyway, even if a few of us die, they will not hurt at all."

"Besides, what's the use of a police baton in the face of terrorists who steal military weapons."

Zhuque did not join their conversation and climbed the gangway. He once stopped and looked towards the streets extending far away. The abandoned and withered streets seemed to collapse immediately. However, this was once a street of freedom and prosperity.

Shinjuku slum area.

The famous Britons's Pure Sword Bird kept the dark gray scenery in mind, and then boarded the military aircraft.

As a result, that is not the right question for each side.

The dominated land, the lost motherland, the people who obey the invaders and survive,

And those who resist and seek to survive. They have basis for justifying their positions, and discussions will only turn into endless quarrels. There is no absolute truth there at all.

There is only one thing that can be confirmed - the bright blood and tears bring people only indelible pain.

Before arriving at the destination, a cold and low voice came from the radio inside the helmet, and there was unabashed insult.

"Terrorists are lurking in the subway passage, and the number of targets is judged by themselves. In short, your purpose is to find weapons taken away by terrorists, search for the residence of people in District 11, and the old subway passage in the slums in Shinjuku. Once you find it, please inform me immediately, don't be like the previous few wastes killed."
To be continued...