Conan's winery play house

Avril is indeed cute.

What Aibis said is true.

It's so cute that Ireland doesn't know how to get along with the other person, and even seems helpless.

He is a cute little kid who likes to act coquettishly.

After meeting and getting along for the first time on the first day, Ireland gave his latest impression of Avicril.

I even once doubted why I was assigned to partner with the other party.

Although Ireland is considered a member of the organization responsible for funds, the extent of its ability to fight is still worth mentioning.

At least one person can easily beat ten policemen who have received training. If it were other ordinary people who have not received training and have no ability to fight back, one person can easily beat twenty.

Logically speaking, the partner assigned to him should be a member of the intelligence department or a sniper capable of attacking from a long distance.

Can Avril help him in his mission?

Ireland looked at the young man whose face was full of joy and whose whole body was filled with the aura of cherry blossoms. He had a calm face and thought seriously.

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

"Which department are you in?" After thinking about it, Ireland asked directly.

He needs to find out what the other person is good at and assign work accordingly.

"Operation team, scientific research team, snipers, intelligence personnel, I can do all of these." Avicril said seriously, clasping his fingers.

He doesn't have a specific department, it almost all depends on which role the mission requires him to play.

If he only needs to kill one person, he is the sniper.

If he needs to steal information, he is a hacker who is good at computers.

If a lot of people need to be killed, he is a member of the action team.

"Almighty?" Ireland whispered.

There are member organizations that are qualified for any position. The most famous one is Gin, who is really versatile, and one person is equivalent to a team.

It's just that the opponent and Vodka are partners, and Vodka can also be said to be an all-round support.

From computer technology to airplane piloting technology, vodka can do it all.

But how big is Gin and how big is Avicril?

Already almighty at this age, it’s still a bit overwhelming.

It will be a pleasure to go on missions with an all-around partner.

"Well, no matter what task you assign me, I can do it." Aito promised seriously.

As long as his family wishes, he will do it.

He is the perfect family member.

If you are not perfect, you will be abandoned.

Ireland raised his eyebrows, looking at the young man with a calm tone and a smile on his face, he also wanted to laugh.

Avril is very confident.

He really thinks that there is nothing he can't do. This feeling of self-confidence and arrogance is very inconsistent with the other person's appearance.

It seems that Avicril's character is still somewhat complicated.

It's not as simple as it seems.

This is normal.

After all, he is a member of the organization.

Ireland does not hate confident children, as long as the opponent has the strength.

"Do you need my help with a task?" he asked.

Avril should also be able to do quests.

Ireland does not believe that the organization will not assign tasks to the other party because of his age.

"Help? There shouldn't be any for now. I can do it myself." Aito thought about his current task and shook his head.

His current task is to observe Moritani Teiji's actions and evaluate whether the opponent's strength level is enough to join the organization.

If it is enough, let the other party become a peripheral member of the organization. If it fails, kill the other party to avoid exposing the organization's contact with the other party.

This is a very simple task.

I don't need help from my Irish uncle.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Ireland, do you know any musical instrument? We can practice together, Dafu can also play the piano!" The white-haired boy looked at Ireland expectantly.

"My tin flute and harp are pretty good, but you don't have any here." Ireland said after looking around the piano room.

There are only pianos, violins, guitars, erhus, and even accordions, saxophones and... an instrument called suona in the piano room.

If he hadn't been well-informed, he probably wouldn't have recognized what it was.

Mainly after the white ghosts blew up a certain shrine in Japan some time ago, the background music played was the suona.

At one time, many people thought that white ghosts were people from the country across the sea.

But there is no evidence for this.

The musical instrument Suona also became famous along with the actions of the white ghost.

"Is it the Irish tin flute and harp? Because I haven't learned them, they are not available here, but I can ask others to send them over..." Aito also looked at the other instruments in the room and chose to take out his mobile phone.

If you want anything, just ask Uncle Brandy.

As the person in charge of the logistics department, the other party will prepare everything.

"Uncle Brandy said he would deliver it in the evening. It seems that we can't play together today. It will affect the surrounding neighbors at night. We can only do it during the day tomorrow." Aito looked at Brandy's reply and said to Ireland with a smile.

I'm actually worried about affecting my neighbors...

Avicril is indeed a bit too well-behaved.

"By the way, Uncle Ireland, I have prepared your room. If you don't like it, you can change it at any time. I will take you to see it!" Aito stepped forward and took Ireland's hand, looking into Ireland's eyes.

, showing a cute smile.

Ireland just looked down at the other person holding his hand and said nothing.

He wouldn't want to kill Avicril just because he held his hand.

His room is on the second floor. There are many empty rooms with different decorations on the second floor. The door of each room is open, as if waiting for the return of its respective owner, but there is no atmosphere of inhabitance.

Just like this house as a whole.

No matter how beautifully decorated it is, it doesn't look like someone lives in it.

Avicril is like a ghost living in an uninhabited castle.

Among the rooms with open doors, a closed door caught Ireland's attention.

"Is anyone living there?" he asked, glancing at the closed door.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well, that's Brother Bourbon's room, but he hasn't come back to live in it recently." Aito explained as he glanced at the door.

From the first time I stepped into the punishment room, I never left the base again.

As soon as I came out of the punishment room, I went in again.

This time the person who punished the other party was not Aito.

"Bourbon..." Ireland whispered the other party's code name.

He had heard of Bourbon's codename, Rum's subordinate, whose intelligence gathering ability was pretty good, and his organization was a somewhat well-known intelligence expert.

He has a good relationship with Belmod, both of them are mystics.

Belmode's mantra is that women with secrets are more attractive, and Bourbon's mantra...is almost the same.

So the two of them get along quite well, and as members of the organization and as dangerous companions, they are indeed quite good.

"Where has he gone?" Ireland asked.

Even though he can be said to have grown up in the organization, he has no way of knowing the movements of other members.

"Punishment room, Brother Bourbon did something wrong, so he must be punished." Aito still had a natural smile on his face, and his tone was very calm and soft, and he said very gently.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished.

Just like when he did something wrong, he would be punished by his parents.

Even if he doesn't know what he did wrong, but they say he did something wrong, it must be something he did wrong. He just needs to correct it according to what they said, so that he won't be punished for the same mistake again.

The same goes for Brother Tou, he just needs to correct it as Uncle Rum and Papa said.

As long as you become his real family and stop thinking about helping those who are not family members, you will not be punished.

Others who are not family members do not need to care.

Even pretend that they cannot see or hear their presence and voice.

This is what Miyamoto and his wife taught him.

But now, in addition to his family, there are more people called friends among the people he needs to see and hear.

Family and friends, except for these two, are all strangers.