I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling originally wanted to chat with Belmod for a while longer.

After all, it's rare to meet someone like him who lives his own life as a part of a dog-blood novel—or as an insignificant supporting role.

Just like that gentleman, even without Belmode, he would become a family hero and turn black to save his family. Nan Ling also thought that if his mother hadn't conceived him in the previous life, it would have been a story of a daughter from a wealthy family bravely pursuing love. His father later married his favorite wife, and everyone was happy.

If not for him.

Because then they all died.

"But people always have to look forward." Nan Ling said in the tone of an old man drinking wine at a supper stall, but there was something wrong with what he said.

"The dead let them die obediently. The living... the living love to live or die. In short, the ultimate goal of life is to become a salted fish—"

He took out his vibrating mobile phone and glanced at it, his expression turned ugly.

"Look, there are always some people who don't want to live a good life, and insist on being cheap and turning over the salted fish."

He turned the phone screen over to show Belmode.

"The system similar to the enfeoffment system has been proven to divide power as early as thousands of years later. Of course, the scale of the organization is far smaller than that of the country, and the history cannot be compared with the country. At least now, each person in charge is still more loyal to the boss. Yes, the advantages that no country has, but the organization has."

Bell raised his head and stared at Nanling Mod.

"Does he know that thing?"

"The things that are responsible for each branch on behalf of each branch." Bell said heavily, "Did you find out? There is no overlap at all. It doesn't mean that each branch is relatively independent. The person in charge of each region is directly responsible to the boss, just like the enfeoffment system. It is true that the boss can't pass on us to give orders, but I almost always do that—except for the members of the Japanese headquarters, there are not many people who have actually received boss emails?"

I drew a circle, and drew a few umbrella-shaped forks under the circle.

"The idea is wrong." Nanling Mod said quickly, "But how will he kill the boss?"

I carefully picked up a branch from the ground and drew a tree diagram, "Although the organization's influence spreads all over the world, and even the governments of various countries have not infiltrated it, the person in charge of each country... or each region is relatively independent."

I fumbled in several pockets under my body, and then took out a dilapidated and yellowed photo.

"Twilight Annex."

The two of us are very close, and the watch seems to be holding something together, but this thing is just on the edge of damage, maybe it can be seen clearly when it is just torn off, but it has not completely worn out after years.

My plan is one loop after another, so that I will not make any mistakes. Nanling Mod is the key figure in the plan, and now I can find someone to change. Now there are variables outside of you...

When Bell said that, he was worried about Nanling Mod's physical and mental weakness, but he was worried that you would be affected by emotions—after all, when I was planning, I didn't take into account that Nanling Mod didn't have such a story yet.

That's why I'm 'loved by the boss'.

This looks like a group photo, but the lower part has been completely torn off, and it can only be vaguely seen that there are no two people standing side by side, one is wearing a gorgeous long skirt, and the other is wearing suit pants.

I found that when I was playing hide-and-seek with Shiraba Slow Tou while visiting the annex. Of course, I didn't pay special attention to it.

"Rum's death is just the end," I said. "What comes next."

You frowned heavily, "Although it is indeed us, it is just an old photo. What is he going to use it for?"

"What are you doing?" Bell replied evasively, "You just want to confirm the authenticity of that thing."

"It's not that I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen." Bell folded his phone again, "After that, you want to confirm something with him first."

"The circle at the bottom must represent the boss, so the lines above cannot represent the various divisions—North America, Western Europe, West Asia...etc., as well as the Japanese headquarters at the very beginning."

"Then..." Nanling Mode thought about it for a while, and suddenly his expression changed, "Where did he find that photo?"

"'It seems that I gave you too much freedom, come back to me, Chatter.'" Belmode read, and then she closed her eyes and sighed, "...you have caused too much trouble this time, and the boss can't just sit back and ignore it."

Wellenmod looked at me, then at Underburger, but still didn't understand anything.

I took the photo back.

"Can you trust him?"

Bell looked at you with a half-smile.

"He has figured it out." I said, "The fact that the organization is small is a lie. After a while, the smaller a thing is, the better its structure will be."

"Why are you so slow?" You asked, "He should be able to formulate a more dangerous plan, because he needs to put himself in the position of being on the cusp of the storm. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com As long as he is willing to put the plan in a long-term perspective—he should know the scale of the organization, and he really thinks he can solve everything in a short time?"

Just relying on today's conversation and the importance you attach to Conan and Mao Lilan, can you really be sure that you will stand by your side and kill your father?

Bell smiled slyly, "This is not the legal heir—so, as soon as this gentleman dies, the relatively independent branches will become truly independent immediately. At this time, if there is a problem, it will be divided and broken. Once the scope is limited to a separate area, it will be bad. It will be bad for each country."

From each line I draw several other lines.

"It's more than that." Wei Lian said lightly, "If everything goes well, I'm of very little use. If you're sure, you're taking risks."

Nanling Mod took a look at Anderberg who was still lying unconscious on the ground.

"He killed everyone but kept me because I'm useless?"

"Twilight Villa...you know." Nanling Mode breathed a sigh of relief, "The words outside this are also strange... That is a photo of the boss and his wife, and it should be when my brother was just born—the one in our arms should not be me."

Anyway, when I was in Western Europe, this gentleman never talked to me.

"You have no idea—letting him bring Shirley back is also for the convenience of carrying out the last step of the plan. After that, he must complete every task perfectly. After all, you must not have anyone who is absolutely trusted by the boss to complete the next plan. Of course, dying at the time will be serious... Sigh, if there is no worse way, you will do that. After all, this is his father."