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Chapter 129 How Beautiful and Fragile

Bertrand blinked when he heard this, then frowned as if he was stumped. After thinking hard for a long time, he suddenly clapped his fist and smiled.

"I don't have a mother! Ah, not only do I have no mother, I don't even have a father~"

The silver-haired, baby-faced boy shook his head, without a trace of sadness in his eyes.

It seems that the existence of parents is just dispensable to him.

His words silenced everyone.

Seeing this young boy with a bright and innocent smile, Sekt couldn't help but ask, "Have you never met your parents?"

Hearing this, Bertrand looked at him with disdain as if he were a fool, "I already told you I don't have any parents. How do you think I'm going to meet my non-existent parents?"

Seckt turned off the microphone, silently hit his forehead with his hand, then closed his eyes and collapsed on the sofa.

Bertrand grinned, then pulled out some parts and started tinkering with them.

In this world, his parents and even his adoptive parents are dead, which is almost equivalent to non-existence. He has never seen them with his own eyes, so it is not a lie.

The sudden depressing atmosphere made Gin sigh lightly, then he stood up, walked out of the safe house and lit a cigarette.

Bertrand collected the emotion value called "heartache" from them without any psychological burden.

By the time he had assembled the mechanical butterfly in his hand, Gin just happened to come back from outside.

Glancing at the butterfly in his hand.

Gin:......

Can't this kid just behave himself?

Berry, who was a little far away, saw the butterfly in his hand and suddenly recalled the time when he was frightened by someone's fake butterfly bomb one day.

Barry moved inconspicuously.

Who knows if it's true this time.

Vermouth, who was holding a wine glass, caught a glimpse of the lifelike purple butterfly in the baby-faced man's hand, and her hand couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

"Sweetheart, the butterfly in your hand is not a poisonous butterfly or a bomb butterfly, right?" She said in a chilly tone.

"Hmm?" Bertrand looked up at her and shook his head sincerely. "It's not poisonous, and it's not a bomb."

As he spoke, he pressed the small button on the butterfly's abdomen.

Purple butterflies fluttered lightly above their heads, sparkling in the light.

Sekt, who knew nothing about machinery, raised his hand curiously and pinched the butterfly that flew in front of him.

Vodka in the corner was shocked by this and secretly sympathized with Sekt.

"Such thin butterfly wings."

"Ah." Bertrand blinked. "Well, Sai-chan, those glittering spots on the butterfly wings are drugs."

Sekt: ...? ! ! ! !

He opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at the innocent baby face next to him. He opened his mouth but before he could say anything, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Aphra, who was standing by, grabbed his collar expressionlessly and threw him aside without any gentleness.

The rest:…

The baby-faced man raised his eyebrows, then took out a small transparent box and opened it.

The butterfly held in Sekt's hand broke free and slowly flew into the box by itself.

After closing the box and putting it in his bag, Bertrand looked at the people who seemed to have stopped in time with a smile.

Vermouth took a sip of wine and said for a while, "Sweetheart, you really like butterflies..."

Bertrand tilted his head innocently, reached into his bag and took out the orange-flavored candy bar that had not appeared for a long time. He smiled sweetly while unpacking it.

"Are butterflies bad? Butterflies are so beautiful and fragile. Many people wouldn't be wary of such beautiful and fragile little creatures, right? Look, even Qin-chan didn't care about a tiny butterfly at the beginning~"