Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Cotto.

Beautiful sparkling wine with golden foam is served in a glass before me and Senior Zhaoxiong.

When the glass is brought closer, it feels refreshing and firm.

Italy is no less famous than France for its wines. Sparkling wine hasn't beaten French Champagne either, apparently.

They put it out. Looks expensive to see this too. Nevertheless, we are the common Japanese people who usually only drink beer or chewy, so there is no way we can appreciate the flavor no matter how fancy products are served.

Still, I can tell that the aroma drifting from this wine is very good.

"The smell of shampoo is too strong and ruined, though."

I can't help it.

I bathed the back of my head and back with the toasted appliance that poured out of my father's mouth that turned into a Marrion, and I broke my heart poking and got on the invitation of Mafia Camola's boss.

Hmm, I was put in Mr. Bodyguard's car (this one was Alfa Romeo), which was parked just a little further away, and I went back to the hotel and threw my father into bed before taking a shower as persistently as I could.

I washed my head three times and my body twice, using shampoo and body soap all over it to finally calm down.

It was then that I realized for the first time that I should have used washing magic, but it was a later festival.

Well, I can't use magic in front of Senior Zhaoxiong or the Camolas, so either way, it's just a matter of mood because I had to go back to the hotel.

That's why I couldn't refuse Camola Boss's request to 'pay the debt I was helped to owe' when I made the debt unwillingly.

I can't understand why you're asking me to pay you back what I owe you.

I mean, I tried not to borrow it by having it sent to the hotel, but I said, 'To that extent, I won't have it back. It was because it helped us in the first place,' and in the end, I was pushed off because of my uncomfortable feelings.

Mm, I've been led to a bar run by Camola, just on the side of the University of Federico II Naples, a little alley from Nuova Marina Avenue.

Because of this, it was Senior Zhaoxiong who just put a scratch in my monologue.

I can wait at the hotel because I'm a super chicken Zhaoxiong senior who I'll admit to myself, or you could have slept with me first, but he was worried that I was going to go to the camouflage people alone, and he insisted on accompanying me as I pulled my legs like a deer.

I guess this kind of weirdly instrumental for hectic reasons, or the fact that you can't but work hard, is why various people like you.

Well, sometimes I'm somewhat used to it because I've been working out every day to face the Manoka group since I started dating my current girlfriend, huh?

Well, Camola's boss seems to be welcoming as he says, with no disturbing air at all so far.

Let's give up because anyone who feels like a tough mafia that Senior Zhaoxiong would be frightened of would be in a remote place, and if they received the hospitality, they would have been given back their debts for now.

"I mean, you're Japanese, but how do you feel about Naples?

'Insecurity. And the city is too dirty. The people who live here are friendly and good. "

"Cook, Camola, you've got a lot of nerve in front of you. No, confident? But let's not pry. Let's open another bottle of wine. You want a drink? '

Gary Oldman similar boss laughs funny-looking.

Even so, this wine is delicious. Can I have it as a souvenir? Sounds expensive though.

Apparently, the boss is quite a wine lover. You think drinking cheese for a pinch is my favorite? He was talking about saving in a critical line that didn't get depressing.

These places are also handsome in vain.

'No, what happened to the people who attacked me?

I remember the people who completely forgot but originally caused this, so I ask them.

Though I don't think he would have escaped because he twisted his groin crash.

'I don't know, you'd better not ask. Well, I'm not gonna kill you. If you ask, you'll throw it out somewhere.'

The boulders seem to be famous among the Italian mafias for their radical actions, Camola, and what you say is most noisy. Naturally throwing it out doesn't simply mean letting it go.

"Oh, you know, when they talk in Italian, they don't hammer alienation."

Senior Zhaoxiong is foolish with a voice that only I can hear.

I interpreted it to the boss I've been looking at.

"Hey, Kashiwagi-san?! No extra interpreters!

'Ha-ha-ha! No, this is rude. Is English okay? I don't understand Japanese. "

"Oh, thank you"

... Senior Zhaoxiong, I could speak English.

"You're rude! Even I can do that for once! Law school is compulsory in English."

Speaking of which, are you still in college? Can you tell me what a Japanese university is like? Actually, my daughter wants to study abroad. '

"Oh, yes, we are..."

I was to be entertained like this unexpectedly and soothingly.

The girl the boss called on the way in, no, the woman in the atmosphere, huh? added a few people to the entertainment.

They were all beauties of tremendous style.

It's just a question of whether it's Naples' temperament to be open or the skinship is a little too irritating for college students. Senior Keung had something stretched under his nose about 20 cm. This must be reported to Mr. Manoka with evidence photos.

"I'm not stretching. If you stretch 20 centimeters, you're a monster! And don't tell Kiyoka!! Seriously, because it's life-threatening!!

"Boss, did you come here?"

Somehow the skilful boss of the talk pulled me off and entertained me, and I just vacated a few fine wines to see, and another guy came into the store when I was thinking about going home.

If your eyes are sharp and alarming. Such a look. Either you look more like a mafia than the boss in front of you.

"Bonito? Let me introduce you, my No. 2, Bonito Russo. Bonito, the Japanese over here helped me. They're leaving Naples tomorrow, but if you need anything, help him. '

'... I get it'

Hmm?

"By the way, Bonito, was there anything you wanted from me?

Hey?

"No, I'm not in a hurry, but my dad at Cheva's brought wine to thank me for the meantime, so I tried to give it to the boss."

Is that it?

"It's Barolo from 1974! Yuya, can you hang out with me one more time? Be sure to taste Italy's proud Barolo year. '

I see?

When the clerk brings three new glasses, the boss unplugs the wine cork himself.

"Well, then, boss, here I am."

'Fair enough, I'm here because of you, so let's have a drink together. Hey, boss, I knew the guy who brought it should drink it first, right?

'... right. Drink Bonito, too. "

'Yes, no, I...'

"Can't you drink what I recommend? Sure you liked Barolo, too?

Don't be stylish when the mafia doesn't get alright.

Senior Zhaoxiong is bluishing his face when he was suddenly horny about the development.

That's the boss of the back society, though. You sensed and matched what you were trying to say with a slight difference in my attitude.

A recommended Bonito is trying to say no while moving his gaze. It's like saying "there's something" just for that attitude.

"Is that it? Don't you drink? poisoned wine that I plugged into Mr. Boss because of it '

"What?! Doh, why '

"Maybe a synthetic drug with retardation, right?

Bonito is as upset as he wants. It's the same as being a confessor.

"Yuya, stop calling me that“ boss. ”Liberio is fine. But how did you know? Cork had no sign of being pulled out. The label is definitely real too. And yet how do you know he was poisoned?

It's not CSI, and there's no way I know that.

Boss, the first time Mr. Liberio introduced me to him, the killer only turned on me for a moment. We're supposed to meet for the first time.

So when I carefully explored the signs, I could see that he was willing to kill Mr. Liberio. At last, the wine was so over-conscious that when I hung "Appraisal Magic," I saw the name “Barolo 1974” and “Poisoned (Organic Synthetic Chemical)." All you have to do is imagine that if it works right away, you'll make it slow because someone at Bodyguard will kill you yourself, too.

"Well, Bonito, I've had my eye on you for a long time. Too bad. Come to think of it, you have some idea of my schedule, too. You're the one who got the chimps raided today, too?

Mr. Liberio, who took off the mask of a well-mannered gentleman and became the face of the mafia boss with a rap just now, asks questions.

The bodyguards who were waiting near the entrance (or should I say boss's men) are also poking their pistols at Bonito.

"Wait, boss! What am I supposed to do? Do you trust such a sudden japonese more than I have ever done for you?!

Then why didn't you drink the wine you brought yourself? I would have been able to drink it if there was really nothing in it '

"of, you can drink. I was just surprised because it was all of a sudden. '

'Hmm?'

Mr. Liberio raises a single eyebrow at Bonito's words.

"Well, let me get you a drink."

"Hey, before you do, Poké, why don't you check your pants? Right."

I don't have a grudge against this guy. Still, if you ordered the raid, the average person could have gotten involved, and most importantly, for having had a drink with Mr. Liberio, some feelings aroused.

You should crush it if you seem to be somehow unscrupulous.

When Mr. Liberio looks at his men, he explores Bonito's pockets in a way that the person is used to. And I pulled it out of there like a transmitter to send a signal. Well, I know what you had it for.

Even so, you're a lot of people who find out.

While I was cleaning that up, I was quiet, Senior Yukio, but when I look at the seat I sit down, I sit back calmly. It looks like it, but, ah, I knew, I couldn't stand the tension. I peeled my white eyes off.

The situation in the store is overwhelmingly favourable to this side. In that case, it looks like you'll be all right to leave Mr. Zhaoxiong alone. I wore my defensive magic equipment (on my own) just in case.

"Mr. Liberio, how many of your men out there?

'... may I ask why you want to know that?

'What you had a transmitter for, wasn't you going to go out to hard means if poisonous wine failed? I've got some noisy signs out there. I need to know if the guys are enemies or allies.'

"Four. We should be waiting in the car nearby."

So, oh, that's it. Maybe.

"For a moment, please take me with you"

'... I understand. Do you need manpower?

'I don't want it.' Cause I'll be right there. '

……………………

"I'm home"

"Really fast!!

No, because it's not a battle that needs to be portrayed in particular.

Above all, it's time to go back to the hotel. Tomorrow is a little hard. Or he's going to fall asleep on a moving train.

So I used the darkness to get close, cut my consciousness crisp and keep it restrained in a tie band.

It was a little cumbersome because there were about 20 of them, but the time itself didn't take long.

Luckily, I didn't use Staood. It's like wasting time. If I had a hell of a cheat, I'd definitely run away. Google me in Diabolo if you don't know what that means.

At any rate, I'll leave the end of the day to the camouflages.

"I took care of you. I won't forget this favor. Call me the next time you come to Naples. '

I thought that I would be able to retain it again because of how much I owed it, and I was relieved of it.

To avoid another accident, Senior Zhaoxiong had his men carry him to the hotel.

The cause of the disturbance. I haven't heard anything about the motive, but from what I've learned, it doesn't make any sense, so it's fine. When I hear it, I'm going to flag it again.

So this is exactly what I plan to do with all of you at Camola.

... as far as I'm concerned.

The next day.

Check out the hotel before 8 in the morning and head to Naples Central Station.

My father has no particular problems, although he has slightly two signs of hangover. However, he didn't seem to remember having metamorphosed Marrion, and complaining about it didn't look like he was reflecting on "Bad, bad, you don't remember anything".

As far as Senior Zhaoxiong was concerned, my memories disappeared from the time I walked away with my father on my back until I picked up the morning at the hotel.

No, I didn't do anything.

Yet in the morning, when I talked about Camola, she looked kyotoned. So I decided to leave it to myself if I didn't have to remind you otherwise.

Hmm, now I'm waiting for the high-speed rail Frencharossa train that I plan to catch at the station's home. but

'... why is there a boss in Camola who is either supposed to be a resident of the night?

'Don't talk so unconvincing, brother. I told you. Camola will never forget his gratitude and resentment. I'll drop off the benefactor who took care of me. "

Well, if it's about dropping me off, it's nothing good, but it stinks of trouble to delude me later because Senior Zhaoxiong looks so strange.

'I'd like to take plenty of time to repay my debt if I were you. We can't interrupt the work of the eunuchs, and let them thank us in another way. But apart from that, I liked Yuya. You're always welcome to come back to Naples. "

That's what I said and laughed. Camola's boss, Mr. Liberio, shook his hand and broke up, and we were finally headed to our next destination, Milan.

Because of this, it is yet another story that “another form of thank-you" and the contents of it turns out that a dozen Italian luxury motorcycles (new cars) were delivered to your father's motorcyclist a few weeks later.