Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 20 Garlic Chicken Flavor!Crunchy!
It was night, and the lights outside the window flashed into bright lines under the fast moving train.

The gloomy darkness is pressing on the sky, and the faint starlight is so faint that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

After initially reaching an exchange intention with Toru Amuro.

Tachibana bid farewell to his brother, and took the nearest Shinkansen to Tokyo without stopping.

Originally, Tachibana planned to take the plane, but the weather was not good.

The yellow fog warning at night in Kyoto delayed all the flights from Kyoto to Tokyo at the airport.

I don't know when it will be able to take off.

So Tachibana, who was eager to return home, decided to divert the station temporarily, and took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo overnight.

Only then did the scene of Mr. Devil staring out the window in a daze with his chin resting on his chin on the night train.

To talk about why Tachibana suddenly wanted to rush back to Tokyo in such a hurry, we have to mention the only contract with Mr. Devil in this world.

Of course, it is still unfinished.

That was the contract with Hirota Masami before.

Tachibana unilaterally finalized the contract for Hirota Masami, Miyano Akemi's soul, in exchange for her sister's escape from the organization.

Of course, Mr. Devil has also emphasized that what can be used as a bargaining chip must be a living soul.

After all, when he came to this world, even though Mr. Devil has only worked one vote in the Black Organization, he has already eaten his food intake for the first half year of crossing.

Not only did he have a full meal, but he also had extra energy for cultivation.

Ju Liang was very picky and said that he is not the poor devil who had to bite the bullet even for the mustard snail noodle-flavored dead spirit in order to fill his stomach.

He said proudly that now he is also qualified to be picky about the food he imports.

The ghost knows what kind of dog he was so hungry back then, that he would slap his mouth on that dead spirit that smelled like boiling snail noodles 50 meters away.

After finally overcoming the psychological barrier and convincing himself that it was more important to be alive, Mr. Devil planned to be bored.

As a result, who would have thought that the smell of the necromancer, which challenged the sense of smell, would melt in the mouth, and the vigorous mustard smell would burst open in Juliang's taste buds.

If you have to describe that horrible taste, it is probably the joy of melting two tubes of mustard.

When communicating with Toru Amuro by text message today, Mr. Devil heard Miyano Akemi's "missing".

Or hesitating, maybe it's more appropriate.

He was keenly aware that during that period of time, he had thought of his contract many times.

Even almost silently read his real name several times.

It's a pity that in the end, his food reserves still didn't have the courage to sign the contract.

Mr. Devil, who has been tortured by all kinds of strange bean cold dishes, has no resistance to the savory garlic fried chicken flavor.

If it weren't for the raw souls that were pulled out, they would all smell of plasticine.Mr. Tachibana, who has eaten bad-tasting cold dishes for decades, said that he has already had enough food and clothing by himself.

Fragrant garlic-flavored fried chicken, can you bear it?

Although a contract was signed, as long as Miyano Akemi agreed to the transaction, her soul would be sent to him in accordance with the contract.

Or Mr. Devil can also decide when to appear by her side and take what he deserves.

But before the contract is fully effective and recognized by both parties, there is no way for Mr. Devil to directly teleport to Akemi Miyano.

So seeing the duck with its beak wandering around, it was about to fly again.

Tachibana, who has been craving hot food for decades, made a decisive decision to return to Tokyo immediately.

He was going to fool around again as soon as Miyano Akemi was still alive based on the position sensed by the contract, to strengthen his confidence!

living comfortably without anybody's help!

Under the influence of the socialist core values, Mr. Devil very much agrees with the view that a good life must be earned by oneself.

For garlic-flavored fried chicken, go for it!
Thinking of this, Ju Liang, who was deeply moved by his dedication and self-reliance, subconsciously wanted to squeeze the little dumpling that he used to hold in his hand.

The spicy chicken system can do anything else though.

However, it is worthy of praise for its keen eyes, honesty and objectivity, and its ability to discover the advantages of others.

However, Mr. Devil, who stretched out his hand and squeezed the empty space, was a little surprised.

When did the system become so blind?
He even took the initiative to pinch, why didn't Fat Tuanzi take the initiative to sneak in?

Tachibana: Huh?

The somewhat dissatisfied Mr. Devil looked around, looking for the little golden dumpling who should have started pumping out rainbow farts crazily.

Looking for the fruitless Tachibana, I was a little confused.

No, when did this guy get so courageous that he didn't even say hello, and just ran out to play around?

and many more!

Devil Zaizai, who was still a little angry at first, suddenly thought of a possibility, and he suddenly widened his cat's eyes.

Could it be... leave that guy with his brother? !
No way?

...?
At the same time, the system touched a nest of birds' eggs in the garden, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest lazily watching the sunset.

It flies around cheaply to scare the little animals who can't see it.

Infected by the vicious taste of the host, the little golden ball, in front of the little squirrel, relied on it not being able to see itself, and swallowed up the pine nuts that the little squirrel had hidden in the tree hole today.

Little Squirrel: Squeak?
System: Hiccup~
He smashed his mouth twice, and tasted the little ball of light very disgusting.

It feels that the taste of this kind of wild nut with skin is not flattering.

Seeing the little squirrel looking confused and anxious, the system rolled arrogantly in the little squirrel's nest in satisfaction.

Tired of playing, it slowly flew towards the main house.

It's so late, that devil should have finished chatting with the little undercover.
let me guess what will be the supper today
The devil found new fun today, he should be in a better mood, maybe I can take a few more bites!

Happy!

　The system still overestimated Tachibana's integrity.

　　For the stupid dumpling who didn't know that he was abandoned, he was happy and wanted to eat a meal for a second of silence.

　　And, let's cast a recommendation vote for its poor sake!

　　


(End of this chapter)