"Who, who is avoiding you! Don't give me too much self-consciousness! You idiot saint!"
Looking at Jeanne d'Arc, black Jeanne d'Arc clearly had clear veins on her head. She roared angrily and tried to push Jeanne d'Arc aside. However, as the arbiter, Jeanne d'Arc was unparalleled in the field of defense.
Although he looks soft and weak, he is not something that ordinary servants can fight against.
I saw that Black Jeanne pushed her over with her palm, but it was of no use! Jeanne just endured her pushing hand without moving.
"Oh~ It turns out you're not avoiding me. I'm relieved."
"Don't let me relax so easily! You idiot! Of course I hate you so much! I don't want to see you at all!"
"But you just said you weren't avoiding me and asked me not to think too much."
"Who cares about you! Anyway, here, just pretend you have never seen me! Do you understand? Here, I will pretend you don't exist, and you will pretend I don't exist!"
Black Jeanne uttered these words angrily. Jeanne lowered her head, her golden hair blocking her eyes, but the disappointment on her face could be vaguely seen. The blond saint nodded silently, and Black Jeanne was getting ready.
He left singing a triumphant song, still feeling excited that he had outdone Joan, but in the end, he saw Joan turning sideways and bowing to Astana.
"I'm really sorry that Alt has caused trouble to you. Please continue to take care of her in the future."
"Ha?! What a good sister setting you are! Stop labeling yourself! It's disgusting! Stupid Saint!"
Black Jeanne grabbed Jeanne's golden braid and forced her to stand upright.
"Sigh... But you won't let me talk to you. I'm worried about you. I'll just leave it to you."
"No need for you!"
"You must eat well in the future and grow up healthily..."
"Am I a child? You don't need to worry about it! Ahhh! I'm so irritable! I'm so angry. Come with me!"
Black Jeanne tugged Jeanne's shoulders, turned her around, pushed her back and forced her to walk out the door.
Astana looked at this situation and the gifts on the table. She nodded: "Professor, prepare gifts for your return visit."
"oh."
"The gifts given back by the other party are obviously higher than the gifts we gave before, so we have to return the excess to the Saints Association."
Yagi silently looked at Astana who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for gifts, and thought to herself: How could this be an evil organization? Isn't this a wonderful little girl?
Yagi instantly thought of a certain funny cartoon, in which the evil organization Florsham does good things that warm people's hearts every day, cares about the neighbors, unites the neighbors, and is regarded by everyone as a particularly lovely group of people. And the righteous ones
But the hero does nothing all day long, staying at his girlfriend's house and eating soft food, or going out to fight Bo Qingge. No matter how you look at it, he is an extremely decadent guy.
Reading this comic, while it is funny, you will also feel deep sympathy for the villain.
Thinking of this, Yagi suddenly felt that joining this evil organization led by Astana would not be a bad idea.
While he was thinking, Astana had already packed up the gifts and hurried to the Saints' Association.
For a time, only myself and the professor were left in this evil organization.
Yagi Xuezai happened to have something he wanted to ask him.
"Professor, I really want to know what happened to that messy singularity before? We must have been instigated by you to go to the evil dragon's singularity. What on earth were you thinking about? Are you planning?
What's the conspiracy?"
As soon as Yagi finished speaking, Moriarty shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, no, I am not that kind of person. I am just a pitiful old man. So..."
Moriarty sneered and tapped the red spear on his neck with his finger.
"So...can this be withdrawn?"
"If I really wanted to, I would have stabbed you to death. But when I think about it carefully, I killed you and you were resurrected in Chaldea."
"Oh, young man, you finally understand the benefits of not doing useless work! That's right! Killing me won't solve the problem!"
“But it must be fun!”
As Yagi Xuesai spoke, he put the spear closer to Moriarty's neck.
"Are you going to say it or not?"
"Tell me something."
"Was the previous one a conspiracy?"
"Yes Yes Yes."
"What is it!"
"Whatever you say it is, it is!"
Moriarty's words made Yagi very angry: "What are you talking about! It's like I'm forcing a confession!"
"You are forcing a confession, young man! By the way, the definition of forced confession is written in the fifth paragraph of Chapter 3, Section 17 of my Evil Scripture. If I remember correctly, it should be on page 78.
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"You remember it quite clearly!"
Yagi Xuezai laughed angrily and said: "Professor, I won't embarrass you. As long as you answer my question, I will let you go."
"You asked."
"You, the leader of an evil organization, came to Chaldea to stop us from saving the world?"
Asked this question, Yagi Xuezai no longer expected him to answer.
If you are a smart person, or someone with a MAX level of observation, you can probably guess the other person's true meaning from the other person's answer.
To explain it in a novel, it is "It can be seen from the flickering light in the depths of his pupils that what he just said was the truth (or a lie)".
The problem is that Yagi doesn't have this observation ability. He doesn't have this analytical ability. His logical thinking can't even understand Conan. He can only wait for the author to explain the modus operandi. What else can he be expected to analyze?
Faced with this unexpected straight shot, Moriarty shook his head firmly.
"Hoo ho, young man. In this matter, the answer is definitely NO. Not only am I not here to stop you from saving the world, but on the contrary, I am here to ensure that you can save the world. Hmm."
The professor smiled slightly as he spoke, looking like he was keeping secrets. He clearly knew a lot, but he just didn't say anything.
"...Forget it, if you dare to do anything anyway, be careful everyone in Chaldea will target you."
Yagi Xuezai put down the gun. As said at the beginning, he did not have the reasoning ability in this area.
I only said this once because I just had the opportunity.
Well, anyway, that's Fujimaru Ritsuka's business, don't worry about your own affairs.
All you have to do is calm down and do your duty as a warrior.
Moriarty raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
Yagi Yusei put away his spear, picked up Moriarty's black tea cup, and took a sip.
"It's so bitter."
"Well, black tea has a bitter taste. Oh, by the way. It costs 28 US dollars a cup."
"Can I spit it out and give it back to you?"
"Saviour, the savior of the world, don't say such cheap things."