Conan's winery play house

Ireland has a head of pale blond hair, which makes him look not only lacking in color, but also a bit... lifeless.

But when he was young, this light hair only made him look cold and strong.

His expression was very calm, not as if he had lost to a junior in the organization just a moment ago, nor as if he had realized his aging and chose to accept this outcome.

Yes, after all, the other party has already said that he will not accept it.

But……

"You can't always be dissatisfied, senior Irishman~" Bourbon teased with a smile, his voice full of joking.

"Even if you don't accept the fact that you are old and can't survive, there is nothing you can do about it."

"This is reality." He pretended to sigh, looking very emotional, but his eyes were full of malice.

Every word reminds Ireland that he is no longer young.

It was as if he had to see the other party collapse because of this, showing an unacceptable look.

However--

So peaceful.

Even though Bourbon said this in a sinister manner, Ireland's expression did not change, as if he had not heard it.

It's so boring.

Bourbon lowered his head regretfully and returned his attention to the game console.

Ireland silently stared at the flushed cheeks of the young man on the bed, until he heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and then turned to look at the door.

The undisguised footsteps seemed to deliberately notify them that a visitor was coming.

But... what kind of guest would just come in without knocking?

It's more like a bad visitor coming to the door.

"It seems they have finally arrived." Bourbon stood up excitedly after hearing the footsteps, and looked towards the corridor with interesting eyes.

Ireland glanced at the expectant Bourbon and finally stopped keeping silent: "Did you find it?"

He stood at the door and saw two figures emerging from the corner of the corridor.

Every time the man with long silver hair appears, he seems to be caught in a cold current, which has a cooling effect. His scarlet eyes are only half-opened in a calm and bored manner, making people smell the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood and fire.

When Vodka appears behind the opponent, he is always vicious and silent, like a brainless but obedient dog raised by the opponent. With just one command, he will rush towards the target without even thinking.

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Ireland did not inform Gin, even though...he knew that Gin was the guardian of Avicril.

Excluding the fact that Gin installed eyes in the house here, it can only be the other party who was notified by Bourbon.

Because if Gin had installed eyes here, it would be impossible for them to not notice anything even if they had lived there for so long.

Gin would not be so bored as to spy on their daily lives.

"Of course, I took a video of him. You hate seeing him, right? Fake dad?" Bourbon leaned against the door frame, folded his arms, looked at Gin, then at Ireland, and said with unclear meaning.

Ireland frowned slightly.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha-" Bourbon laughed out loud as if he had seen something funny.

Real Old Father Gin and False Old Father Ireland.

"Do you think Gin knows that you want to take his place?" Bourbon asked again.

Even though Gin had already walked in front of them, he still used his normal voice as if there was no one around.

It's like... I said it to the other party on purpose.

His behavior is really a bit unforgiving.

Ireland ignored Bourbon. After this period of getting along with him, he had almost figured out Bourbon's character.

Bad, keen on provoking, and... very good at gossiping.

All in all, he is an unpleasant person with a very organized style.

"Huh? Do you know? Gin?" Seeing that Ireland ignored him, Bourbon asked another person involved.

Gin passed by Bourbon without changing his expression. Being a head taller than Bourbon, his casual glance looked like he was looking down from above.

"If you are bored, you can go to Rum. He will be happy to give you tasks, instead of wasting time here with only this kind of gossip in your mind." The silver-haired and red-eyed man's voice was cold and low, as if it was a little inhumane.

meaning.

But then he raised the corners of his mouth again, revealing a arrogant and sarcastic smile.

He said: "Or is it that the way you obtain information is to dig it out by gossiping with those people?"

Bourbon couldn't help but be speechless.

Although some people may look like icebergs, they are also very good at being venomous.

"Chatting gossip with people is indeed a good way to obtain information, isn't it?" Bourbon said lightly.

Play the role of an ordinary person, blend in among ordinary people, stir up topics without leaving a trace, and obtain the information you want.

As long as we can get information, it doesn't matter any way, right?

That's why Gin's personality doesn't get along with Rum.

An arrogant person who believes in speaking with strength never thinks of bowing his head and never lowers his head.

In order to achieve a goal, a person will swallow his anger even if he is slapped in the face, or even grovel and grovel.

It's completely normal for two people to dislike each other.

And Bourbon... also has a proud side, but he can also bow his head without hesitation.

He is diverse.

Even a thousand different looks can be performed.

Gin paid no attention to Bourbon. He had already walked to the bedside. Just standing there could block their eyes and prevent them from seeing Avicril's face again.

"You can go out." He said without looking back.

Apparently talking about Bourbon and Ireland.

"Brother, let you go out." Vodka stood up consciously, reminding Ireland and Bourbon.

There was a smile on his face that he didn't know whether to say apologetic or provocative.

After all, he looks unfriendly and wears sunglasses. No matter how he smiles, he looks like a villain.

After Ireland could no longer see the figure of Avicril, he no longer hesitated, said a word and turned to leave the room.

He said: "Take care of Ivy."

This sentence sounds unusual.

If you were leaving for a short time, you probably wouldn't say that.

Putting it this way, it actually has the meaning of entrusting an orphan.

Bourbon quickly followed, but he just stood by the handrail of the stairs, watching Ireland's figure walking further and further away without stopping.

When Ireland was about to walk out of the door, Bourbon called out to him.

"You want to leave? Now?" He seemed a little surprised, holding on to the handrail of the stairs, leaning forward with his upper body to ask the people below.

When Avicril was ill, with Ireland's attitude towards that little monster, shouldn't he stay close to him?

Would you actually choose to leave?

This really surprised him.

"Here comes the gin." Ireland replied calmly.

So he doesn't need to stay here anymore.

With Gin's ability, Avicril would have no problem even without him.

And after gin left, there was bourbon.

They are all more powerful than him to protect Aiweqlier.

It's just a waste of time for him to stay.

"Could it be that you were hit by me and chose to run away?" Bourbon murmured in a pretentious manner.

Ireland ignored the other party and walked straight out of the door.

Aging is not something to be afraid of.

At least...it's not terrible for the organization they are in.

There are too many ways to delay aging, prevent aging, and even...

Thinking of the organization's legend, Ireland looked up to the sky.

Belmod is known as the Thousand-Faced Witch and the Ageless Witch in the organization.

And...it's not an exaggeration, it's a fact.

Because Belmode is older than him.

So... there will always be a way.

He looked back at the house again, then got in the car and left without looking back.