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Aito, who was said to have a good character by Ireland, smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Good character = popular.

Since the Irish uncle said he has a good character, he must like him.

No one will praise someone they don't like.

Since you like him, you must be willing to stay with him forever.

Sure enough, real family and undercover family are different.

It's easy for real family members to like him.

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes suddenly became extremely bright, and the joy and expectation in them were almost dazzling.

Ireland, who was stared at by such eyes, felt a slight chill in his body for some reason.

It's strange, Aiwe Keerer's eyes are obviously happy, even though Ireland doesn't know what the other person is happy about, but...

Why did he feel like he was being stared at by some monster or beast when facing such a gaze?

You know, he wouldn't feel this way even if he was being stared at by a lion or tiger in the wild.

Is it too enthusiastic and you are not used to it?

Ireland found a reason for itself.

He must be a little uncomfortable with the intense look in Ai Vikriel's eyes.

After all, he had never been stared at with such burning eyes.

It's normal to feel weird.

"...It's getting late, go to bed early." Ireland stood up abruptly, as if he couldn't bear the gaze, and hurried upstairs.

He had never looked at Pisk like this before.

The gap between people is really huge.

If he had children, would his children look at him like this?

Forget it, he always felt that that kind of gaze made him slightly uncomfortable.

Aito looked at the back of Ireland going upstairs, blinked, and looked at Dafu.

"I think Uncle Ireland is easy to get along with," he said to Dafu.

Dafu looked up at the stairs. Ireland's figure was no longer visible on it, but as if it had seen it, it slowly turned back and nodded.

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"I haven't said good night to Uncle Ireland yet..." The white-haired boy lowered his head and smiled, saying in a soft voice.

Light and airy, as if the only audience was the teddy bear.

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Ireland tried hard to ignore the fresh and bright style of room decoration, and tried to get used to the bright feeling brought by the green, white and orange color scheme.

When I walked into the bathroom, I found that the bathroom was also brightly colored. Even the shower gel and the like were packaged in orange. The labels on them were very conspicuous, making this ordinary thing look expensive in an instant.

After opening the orange packaging, the toiletry set inside is in a green bottle.

Since he entered this room, everything he saw was these three colors, and there were no other extra colors.

Should he be grateful not to see the Irish flag in the room?

After he washed up, he sat by the bed and began to organize the weapons he had brought.

A Glock 20 pistol, which uses 10mm bullets and has a magazine capacity of fifteen rounds. It is mostly used by the FBI.

A specially customized Koth revolver.

Ireland feels that these two guns are very easy to use.

In addition to the two guns, there were three grenades, three smoke grenades, and three flash bombs.

He brought two suitcases, one suitcase containing two pistols, silencers and bullets, and one suitcase containing bombs, grenades and the like, and even gunpowder for making bombs.

He put a silencer on the pistol, put it under his pillow, and then lay on the bed.

Just close your eyes and let yourself fall into deep sleep quickly.

There was a knock on the door.

Knocking softly, as if afraid of disturbing him.

Through the door, one can imagine the cautious and nervous figure standing outside.

Ireland shook his head, held the gun and stood up to open the door.

It was indeed Ai Vikriel outside the door, and no one else.

So Ireland hid the gun behind his back.

"What happened?" Ireland looked at the boy outside the door and noticed that he was holding a light blue pillow in his arms.

"Can I sleep with you, Uncle Ireland?" the boy holding a pillow at the door asked expectantly.

Ireland still couldn't hold it back, and his expression fell for a moment.

"Why?" he asked.

Is it going a little too fast? Can Avicril really sleep next to him?

Although we already know that Avicril is different from other minors in the organization, is this too big of a gap?

Everyone else in the organization is as far away from each other as possible. On the night of their first meeting, Avicril came to him with pillows in his arms and asked him if he could sleep together?

He had never asked Pisk like this when he was a child, and it was even less likely that he would ask him when he grew up.

"In movies and TV series, there are often plots where family members sleep in the same bed. I want it too. It's a pity that you don't have a wife, Uncle Ireland, otherwise I can sleep among you..." Aiweilier said in a natural tone, with a smile on his face.

Explained with a smile.

Papa also doesn’t have a wife and doesn’t sleep in the same bed with him.

Brother Tou didn't agree either, nor did the undercover family members I met before.

Because their rooms each have their own secrets.

So he had only seen this scene on TV.

He also wants to have things that other families do.

Ireland was silent when faced with the young man who was explaining seriously.

He didn't know how to answer the other party, why he didn't have a wife, and...

Should I let Avicril come in?

But...did Avicril's parents also die?

It seems that no traces of other people were observed.

"You...don't have parents either?" Ireland asked.

"Yes, but I forgot about them, and my parents died four years ago." The white-haired boy answered crisply.

His biological parents disappeared along with his memory, and the "mom and dad" who had kept him captive for nearly three years died the night he left the room four years ago.

But he still has parents, otherwise he would not have been born.

Everyone in the world has parents.

Ireland is a little confused about what Avicril said about forgetting and dying...

It doesn't seem like they are talking about the same person.

Mom and dad are dead, who is forgotten?

I feel that what Avicril said is a bit incomprehensible.

But it should be correct to understand it based on the death of both parents.

as same as him.

Is it an organization that you joined after your parents died four years ago?

"Then who are your guardian members in the organization?" Ireland asked, changing the subject.

Minor code members have guardianship members.

Rules for the protection of minor members: Guardian members must protect minor members until they reach adulthood.

The organizational adulthood refers to the age of sixteen.

Avicril is only twelve years old and was eight years old four years ago. There must be guardians.

"Papa's code name is gin." Aito said.

Ireland gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions.

It's gin, so that's okay.

Of course, it would be impossible for Gin to show Avicril what fatherly love is and what warmth is.

Of course, it was impossible to let Avicril sleep in his bed.

No one has ever entered Gin's safe house.

The guardian member is a minor member of Gin. Ireland remembers Shirley as one, but not two years ago.

Because Shirley was sixteen at the time and no longer needed to monitor the members.

Shirley is said to avoid gin.

To some extent, it can be seen that Gin failed as a guardian member.

"Are you armed?" Ireland asked.

"No." Aito shook his head.

"...Come in." Ireland looked at Aiweilier for a while and got out of the way.

He would never let an armed person enter his room.

Fortunately, Avicril is conscious enough.