I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

After Nan Ling left the scene, he went in the direction of the blue origin according to the original plan.

-If he hadn't planned it long ago, he wouldn't have deliberately disguised himself out of the 'Seven's Clinic', so that he wouldn't have seen the small note from the FBI on the door.

Of course, it also lost the fun of today.

Nan Ling's mood was at the bottom of the rock because Akai Shuichi came to the door, but he finally got a lot better because he played with the mentality of the robbers.

Building his own happiness on the pain of others...he's very good at that. Rather, it was an exceptional case that those robbers were able to leave alive.

They should thank the great gods sitting in the car.

The headquarters of Cyan Origin is in the building where Spider brought him to the Masquerade last time. The place used for the dance party was only one of the floors.

The exterior of the building is covered with a smooth mirror surface, giving it a bit of an elite style.

Nan Ling stood in the elevator, looking up at the gradually ascending floors.

Probably other companies in this office building did not expect a group of neurotics to share a building with them.

'Ding-'

Nan Ling got out of the elevator. What came into view was a corridor covered in cyan wallpaper. Behind the glass door at the end of the hallway, a thin transparent line hangs from the ceiling, and on the line hangs a dark cyan ball, about the size of a basketball.

Other than that, there are no decorations here.

This is not his first time here. But he still wanted to complain about Cyan Origin's single color taste.

Nan Ling pushed open the door and habitually flicked the ball. The thing swayed lightly immediately.

"Mr. Seven."

Seraphim had been waiting behind the door for a long time, then bent down slightly.

"He's already waiting for you."

Nan Ling casually said "um", "Is everything safe?"

"No tail was found behind him, no sign of betrayal, he is still loyal to the cyan origin." Seraphim replied respectfully, "How do you want to see him?"

The identity of Mr. Qi is still kept secret in the organization.

"Don't worry." Nan Ling walked in, took off his jacket and held it in his hand, "I want to confirm the matter of Sanqianyuanqing first."

This floor is almost the same as a general commercial office building, except that there are no people at all.

"According to your order, we did not control her activities, we just arranged for people to follow her." Seraph followed two steps or so behind him, "All her activities are under our monitoring, and she knows this. . So far, we have not found any contact between her and others."

He paused.

"Are you looking for her?"

"No." Nan Ling went into the pantry familiarly, poured himself a glass of water and drank it - the explosion just now made him a little dry, "Where's Chiho?"

Seraphim thought about it carefully.

"I don't seem to have seen her much recently... You know, she was just a name."

Nan Ling didn't respond to this, just poured himself another glass of water and drank it slowly.

He came here today to meet someone.

A... someone he hadn't seen in a long time.

…

Moro sat in the chair, seriously emptying his mind.

He has been undercover in the organization during this period of time, and the gains can't be said to be small... It can only be said that there is no such thing at all.

Well, he still made a lot of money.

Thinking of this, he looked at the new-style hunting clothes on his body with satisfaction, and recalled the magic crystal ball made by the Red Witch that was sitting safely at home.

How should I put it... Although there is no task here at the blue origin, the organization does not pay much attention to him...

But the two salaries were paid.

Really fragrant.

Moro thought this leisurely life would go on forever - after participating in the task of investigating the gin, he never saw the Chatter who made him watch out - he was rarely seen even with the other members arrive.

However, recently, he heard from the Seraph, who he has always respected... oh, Lord Seraph, that Cyan Origin seems to finally have a new Speaker.

Since he is a person recognized by Lord Seraphim, Moro naturally has a considerable degree of respect for this leader who has never met.

But he was still a little surprised when he saw the man who walked into the room.

"seven…?"

Isn't this the doctor? Is he actually the new Speaker of Cyan Origin?

"Mr. Seven is the agent of Origin. You should call him 'Lord Agent', Mora Sahashuangshu, Conviction, Bloody Flower." Seraphim said with a serious face.

Nan Ling's eyes twitched involuntarily.

This name... really awakened his long-lost memories.

"I'm sorry." Mora stood up and bent slightly, "Morra Saha Shuangshu, Condemnation, Bloodline, the last bloodline of Bloodline, it is my honor to meet you, Lord Agent."

Nan Ling: …

He ignored Moro and waved his hand with his back to the seraphim. The latter immediately realized that it was inconvenient for him to stay any longer, and obediently exited the room.

"sit down."

Nan Ling sat across from Moruo, looking at his familiar face—by the way, he really likes purple contact lenses—and said, "Koniak?"

"This is indeed one of the names I have in this life." Moro nodded and recalled intoxicatedly, "It was given by the dark night crow of the eternal night. UU reading www.uukanshu. com”

Nan Ling: ...

He decided to disregard any of Moro's 2nd sickness speeches, and threw a stack of documents, "You don't seem to have gained much in the Black Organization during this time."

Moro took the document hesitantly, opened it and looked at it, his eyes changed in a few seconds.

"This!...As expected of the agent!"

There are all the tasks he has done since he joined the organization—whether he has reported to the cyan origin or not.

Mora, who was in the organization, naturally knew what it meant to be able to obtain information of this level.

Sir Seraphim's judgment is not wrong. If he is not the representative of the origin, how would Mr. Qi know this?

He put down the documents solemnly.

"This is indeed true. However, although I have no intention of quibbling. But during this period of time, the origin has never conveyed any orders to me. Therefore..."

Moro hesitated for a moment, "Now, the agent, you... Could it be that the origin has finally given me instructions?"

Nan Ling: ......

Great, he felt that he was so speechless that he was about to become a ticking timer.

But Moro's brainstorming saved him the trouble.

"That's right." Nan Ling made his voice a lot more inscrutable—the effect was remarkable, and Moro's breathing became more rapid, "I... Origin did expect something from you."

Moro's eyes shone brightly, "I would like to hear the details!"