klisemfg Chapter 642 Seems to be from the Church
Chapter 642 Seems to be from the Church
"…So what do you think of me? An unethical boss who only exploits his employees?"
Suddenly, a charming, low and magnetic voice sounded behind him.
Bechfeng was so scared that he turned his head and saw Asa with sadness in his gray eyes.
Against the backdrop of his bright red hair, the hint of sadness in his eyes seemed particularly conspicuous.
Beihefenger's throat choked.
I know you have a great appearance, but don't act yet.
Let me act.
"Ah, manager, good morning!" Yumeko Morita was caught off guard by Asa's sudden appearance here, and she quickly restrained her thoughts and greeted him.
"Good morning."
Asa, who still seemed not good at handling these interpersonal relationships, smiled at her shyly, but a hint of weirdness flashed through the depths of his gray eyes when he glanced at her.
But he didn't delve into it.
It doesn’t matter, the answer will come out soon anyway.
"Why did you suddenly appear here? You, the store manager, often disappear." Beihefenger put his hands on his hips and looked at Asa with dissatisfaction. "Why did you come out at a time like this? It's as if you were deliberately trying to find fault with me and pull my hair out."
"How could that be?" Asa opened his eyes slightly wide, refuted his words, but reached out and grabbed the small braid on Behefeng's cheek.
"..."
Behefeng was speechless. "And you said it wasn't to pick on me."
Ah, so it’s a real pigtail.
However, Yumeko Morita still wanted to explain, but Asa spoke before she could open her mouth.
He smiled softly, "Don't worry, I know what happened. I saw it all from over there."
"If something like this happens, will it affect the business of the store?"
As he spoke, he became worried again.
Bei Hefenger said expressionlessly: "No, no, you are a living signboard at this station."
"Huh?" Asa looked puzzled. When he turned around, he saw many women looking at him.
He was silent for a moment, then glanced at Bechfinger and said, "Then keep up the good work, you living signboard. I'll be leaving first."
After that, he left with the large Alaskan dog that Bertrand had led last time.
But many eyes followed his movements, and only turned to look at Bechfinger when he was out of sight.
Bechfinger: "..."
He is just an ordinary, poor worker.
He sighed quietly and turned his head to look at Yumeko Morita, "Then let's keep working hard, Yumeko."
"Oh, okay!" Yumeko Morita, who was called, suddenly came to her senses and nodded in response.
Back in the store, Behringer patted Conan's head and said, "If you have nothing to do, just sit here for a while."
"it is good."
After that harmless incident, the store not only did not become empty, but more customers came.
Bechfinger was so busy that he could not help but hesitate.
...Well, you are worthy of being a resident of Mihua City.
If you don’t know, you might think this is some popular check-in spot for internet celebrities.
After a day of smiling, Behringer's face became stiff after turning into a human signboard.
It was not until closing time that he collapsed in his chair, rubbing his stiff cheeks.
Yumeko Morita had left long ago, and now he was the only one left in the dimly lit coffee shop. He lay on the sofa and let out a sad sigh.
"It's still more fun to stay with Xiaoye, even though I have to play the role of a robot tool man." Bei Hefenger thought and muttered to himself.
He thought about it again, then suddenly stood up and walked out of the coffee shop, making sure the door was locked before leaving.
After quietly changing into the church skin in the corner, he leisurely came to the Black Organization's safe house No. 39.
Aphra, who was hiding in the darkness, suddenly opened her eyes, drew out her long sword and attacked him.
Bechfinger dodged easily.
Although it was true that the church had cooperated with the Black Organization, the three dolls of Aphra had no effect on Bechfinger, who had the church's skin. Only the information about Murataya, Liz, and Sawyer in the church was "implanted" in their minds.
As for others, they will be automatically judged as enemies.
When Bertrand received the message, he opened the window and looked out at the open space.
"Hmm? They seem to be from the church."
He muttered something under his breath.
Then he took out the communication tool he used last time and pressed the button to contact the other party.
This time, it was another person who received the communication.
But what surprised the people in the safe house was that she did not cover her face with a hood.
The elegant woman with brown hair and brown eyes smiled gently and nodded slightly to Bertrancy respectfully. "Hello, Lord Bertrancy, I am Yuna. May I ask what can I do for you?"
"I just want you to confirm whether the person outside is from your church."
Bertranci said as he pointed the camera at the young man in the platinum cloak who was fighting with Aphra and the other two outside.
Yuna confirmed it, nodded, and replied respectfully: "Yes, this is the magician of the church."
"Magician?" Bertrand's pupils flickered slightly. After saying that, he closed the communication and asked Aphra and the others to stop.
Bechfinger, the only one with three skins, elegantly straightened his cloak which was not messy, and walked towards the safe house.
After entering the house, he slightly turned sideways to avoid the knife thrown by Bertrand.
The voice was strange but gentle, in stark contrast to the coldness it had when it came to Asti.
"Good night, everyone. Doesn't it seem impolite to use the first-time guests as a dart board?" He said and chuckled.
Bertrand snorted, "You are not a guest if you come here without permission."
"Oh, what's the matter? After all, I just happened to be nearby, so I just came to visit my partner."
He treated this place like his own home, sitting leisurely on a chair, as if talking to himself, but everyone in the room heard it, "Besides, Morataya didn't even tell me about such an important matter as cooperation."
Bertrand's eyes flickered slightly, and he said innocently, "What's the matter? Didn't you get together to have a good chat?"
Hearing this, the magician expressed a sad expression, "This is really too much. Everyone from the Godfather to the new members knew that we had successfully cooperated, but they didn't even tell me a single word. This is really too much, isn't it?"
Gin and others: "..."
They did not understand the emotions he expressed, but from his few words, they learned about the church's governing system, which shocked them a little.
If even the new members really knew about this, then they would have to be more confident that these members were not rats.