Congratulations You Are Under Arrest!

April 9, evening.

Mezy House Kings District.

After class, Higashinohara stood at the gate of the city's hottest Senator Kenneth mansion and glanced at the private mansion, which covers an area of ​​about one hectare.

A minute ago, he passed the letter that Tokugawa Rito entrusted him with through the guard.

The guards looked at Higashinohara with some vigilance at first, but maybe Higashinohara saw that he was young and tender, harmless to humans and animals, and was afraid of delaying things and being held accountable.

In the end, he let Higashinohara wait for him outside the door, and handed the letter in by himself.

At this moment, Higashinohara looked around.

After he got out of the car and walked all the way, this whole private mansion did not have any architectural signs of a residential area. The seemingly simple location and facilities contained restrained luxury.

Although it does not have the mountains and rivers that the aristocrats in Shangjing like, but the sight of the pedestrians passing by and the faint sense of depression in the air made Higashinohara unconsciously smell an aura of power in his breath.

Probably only the residences of these big names who often appear on TV can fill the air with such a breath.

Tonohara couldn't help thinking.

After a while, the previous guard came back with something in his hand.

Dong Yeyuan glanced from a distance, and found that it was not the envelope that he handed over earlier, and his brows could not help but frown slightly, not knowing what the current scene was.

This is an invitation for tomorrow's birthday dinner.

After the guard came out, he glanced at Higashinohara, who had been calm for most of the day. He couldn't help but admire the other party's patience, and couldn't help but add:

Tomorrow night is the birthday dinner for the daughter of Senator Kenneth. Senator Kenneth has read the letter you forwarded. He said that if you have any other questions, he will be happy to share with you at the birthday dinner tomorrow.

Birthday dinner?

Higashinohara looked down at the invitation card in the guard's hand.

The letters that Tokugawa Kurito gave him were too important, and could almost be said to be related to the life and death of Wano Country, so he entrusted Higashinohara to deliver them in person and answer them.

Higashinohara was based on the premise of simply delivering letters before agreeing to Tokugawa Lihu's request to deliver these letters one by one.

But now, listening to the meaning of the guard's words, Senator Kenneth did not give any reply to Wano country after reading the letter. Instead, he invited him to attend his daughter's birthday dinner tomorrow.

Higashinohara certainly does not take the invitations of these politicians too lightly.

Does the other party have anything else to talk to face to face?

After hesitating for a moment, Higashinohara smiled and thanked the guard, took the invitation from the other party, turned and walked outside the mansion.

Only this time.

For Nishimaru's sake.

Higashinohara said to himself in his heart.

If the next few letters are delivered, the other party also does not give a reply after reading it.

Then Higashinohara had no choice but to make a phone call and tell the truth to Tokugawa Kurito.

On the second day after arriving in the United States of Tagos, Higashinohara sent the first letter entrusted by Tokugawa Kurito, but no definite answer has been received for the time being.

When returning to the dormitory at night, Higashinohara received a call from Senior Sister Fanny.

There was a rustling electric noise on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like a call from some cramped dark room.

Fanny said that she wanted to thank Higashinohara to report safety, but her trembling tone didn't sound very safe.

Higashinohara walked to the balcony of the dormitory and looked back at the dormitory. No one else noticed him, and they were all talking on the phone at their respective homes and in Wano Country.

Last night, Minami Takehara and his group were newcomers and experienced the shock of such a terrifying incident, which stretched the reflex arc of homesickness for everyone who was emotionally volatile.

When I reacted today, almost the entire dormitory called home after school.

Higashinohara, who was holding the phone, couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching. Of course, he knew that Senior Sister Fanny's call was not a so-called report of safety.

Most of the time, she was shivering alone to avoid the pursuit. She remembered the number that Higashinohara gave in the morning and said that she could find him at any time in case of difficulty, so she wanted to call and try.

It's just that Higashinohara is not very consoling.

After Sister Fanny asked, Is it too late to call him if he is arrested by the Judgment Division? Higashinohara pondered for two seconds and said, It's still too late to help with the will.

Fanny World on the other end of the phone choked, and almost cried out on the spot with a wow.

He tightly covered his mouth again.

Higashinohara also realized that he had said the wrong thing.

The rest of the time was soothing, and Senior Sister Fanny, who was trying her best not to cry out, was able to hang up the bedtime call.

The next day, April 10.

The second day after everyone from Takehara Minami Academy arrived at Stafford's Private Great Sword Academy.

Today is the weekend off, but as Stafford is a boarding school, the morning training will not be missed.

Although the people in the dormitory are not used to Stafford's various rules and frameworks.

But when he thought that this was only the beginning of the next school year, he couldn't help but struggle to get up.

It has to be said that Stafford Private Great Sword Academy is still a student located in the Sin City of Meiji House.

Higashinohara still felt yesterday that after the turmoil of the terrorist attack of the pirates led by Beasts Negan that night, the atmosphere in the academy was a little gloomy. They also looked a little quiet and desolate.

Unexpectedly, one day later, when it came to the morning training this morning, the mental outlook of the students of Stafford Private University who appeared in front of them could be said to be completely new.

It’s time to warm up on the field next to the morning exercise, and it’s time to joke and laugh. It seems that the crisis that threatened the entire academy yesterday is nothing to them. The dead are gone, and everyone is using a new look. Come and face a new day.

This kind of adaptability made him wonder for a while whether to admire or have other ideas.

After the morning training, Higashinohara spent the next day soaking in the Stafford Library, looking for things that could help him from the vast sea of ​​works and discussions on the bookshelf.

In the big class yesterday morning, the words of the old professor Albert seemed to open a door for Higashinohara, allowing him to see the outline of the [rules] from the [domain].

It’s obviously not enough to just have an empty outline. What Higashinohara has to do now is to help him fill in the outline through more writings and discussions of predecessors in the speed department.

Speaking of which, after coming to this world for more than a year, Higashinohara rarely had the opportunity to study the contents of the book so seriously.

But when he really focused on doing one thing, he found that time passed quickly.

Arriving at the restaurant at noon, Higashinohara didn't go back to the dormitory or the cafeteria. He took out the bread sticks he brought from the cafeteria in the morning and dealt with it, even after lunch.

In the afternoon, when he came back to his senses sitting by the window, he suddenly realized that it was dark outside the library for some time.

He looked down at the time on his watch.

Four p.m.

Higashinohara was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it was not dark outside.

But the sky was densely covered with lead clouds at some point, and the raindrops came over from the thick clouds in the distance, lingering on the yellow lights that had just turned on in the campus.

It's almost time.

He did not forget today's invitation.

While chewing on today's harvest in his heart, Higashinohara packed up the books and put them back on the bookshelf.

After leaving the library, Higashinohara went back to the dormitory, changed into the formal clothes that his aunt Colotia had prepared for him when he came, and went out to take a taxi with an umbrella.

After spending about thirty minutes by car, Higashinohara arrived at the private mansion yesterday.

When I got off the bus, the rain was getting heavier, and the sewer by the road was rushing. Higashinohara raised his leg and stepped into the standing water with one foot. He turned around and paid the driver in the front row.

Immediately, he held up his umbrella.

Following the guidance of the birthday party-themed street lamps that were clearly arranged, he walked to the door of the private mansion he visited last night.

In front of the mansion, some noble gentlemen and congressmen, whom most people in the United States of Targos had only seen on TV, had reserved smiles on their faces, holding their female companions in gorgeous long dresses dragging beside them, and behaved calmly. Talking and laughing, they handed over the invitation and walked into the mansion.

Boom-!

A white python suddenly crawled through the clouds in the sky, pulling Higashinohara's figure standing alone in the rain into a ghostly shape.

In contrast to the great people who were invited,

Higashinohara, who was alone holding an umbrella and surrounded by heavy rain, exuded a sense of loneliness and disappointment.

However, at this moment,

Higashinohara squinted at the opulent mansion in the gloomy sky as if it was about to be submerged by the heavy rain, but inexplicably raised a feeling of watching the lonely boat that capsized at any time amid the raging waves.

Suddenly, a car whistle sounded from behind Higashinohara, and two white gas lamps penetrated the rain curtain and stretched Higashinohara's shadow in the running water on the ground again.

Higashinohara did not turn around.

He just lowered his eyes and silently gave way.

The car splashed with water.

When passing by Higashinohara.

In the car, a woman wearing a black tulle in the back seat strayed from the corner of her eyes, looking down at the slender figure standing on the side of the road holding an umbrella, then she turned her head thoughtfully to look at the mansion with bright lights in front of her. Luxury cars.

Should I say a Ukiyo-e?

The woman thought so silently in her heart.

Something happened at home today, so I went out for two trips.

The update is slightly less, and it will be added tomorrow.