Cyber ​​is now feeling like he is sitting on pins and needles because he always feels that someone is looking at him, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

But there was no way, he could only sit here honestly, because the Yaoshiji Ryoko beside him was hugging him and drinking. Sitting next to the bar, she had a flushed face and took a sip of the wine in her goblet.

Liquid, bored with his hands on his cheeks, gently narrating the [truth] he was investigating.

The truth about some fishheads recently.

"So—those guys named [Diver] are simply miscellaneous soldiers, and they have similar combat power to ordinary people. But they really don't dare to be complimented - fortunately, I've been a child of this kind of thing since I was a child.

I have seen countless people when I get old, and it’s nothing.”

Cyber ​​happened to know it too.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been a [freak] - an orc, who is naturally immune to those things. And he is not a delicate lady like Ryoko Yaoshi. He has a cup of absolute vodka from Sweden (now changed to China)

, Forty degrees of alcohol began to turbulently in his body again-

"Gudong Gudong... Ha!" However, Cyber ​​let out a satisfying sigh that made the outsider listen to sweet and long. He thought it was bold and heroic: "Well, I haven't felt this kind of man's way of drinking for a long time.

…Uh… I’m a little bit afresh now.”

Shaking his head, Cyber ​​seemed to be unable to hold on. However, a blush flew across his face, and he smiled and raised a finger: "Another glass!"

"Hey, hey, it's rare for me to explain it to you." Yaoshiji Ryoko hit Siebo's shoulder with dissatisfaction and exaggeratedly. The touch of the moment made her drink just now.

The Cyber ​​actually felt the pleasure for a moment—but it was ignored: "This is rare and valuable, Cyber. A while ago, a group of deep-seaters attacked Tokyo, and you know what our family does,

I happened to be responsible for some of the security departments. I passed by and investigated them - these are all real, such strange incidents as fake ones."

"Himmer..." A half-drunk burp came out of his throat. Cyber ​​poured another glass of wine into his stomach, enjoying the stimulation of alcohol and the sweet pleasure, and then looked back at his face.

Faced with his face, Ryoko Yaoshiji, who was almost close to him, squinted his slightly hazy eyes and said, "I understand this."

"……oh?"

"Look--" You're not polite, and used an indifferent tone. Cyber ​​lifted up his T-shirt and shirt alone with his left hand, revealing his left abdomen: "Hmph! Beat that shameless guys sneak attacked him

As a gift, my stomach was opened! - Fortunately, the battle was not too fierce, and I killed all those guys. Once again, I survived and the enemy was killed cleanly - haha! For the tribe

,cheers!"

You're welcome to snatch the vodka bottle from the somewhat stunned slutty shop owner. He didn't need the other party to pour wine one by one. Cyber ​​blew the bottle directly, and drank the bottle in one breath, and was satisfied.

Sighing again.

Until Ryoko Yaoshiji lay on his stomach.

"Hmm? Is this... the scar real?" He lifted up Cybo's T-shirt and looked behind him. It was indeed a piercing injury. He was a child, and Ryoko, who had heard of the eyes and eyes, until Cybo did not lie, and immediately had her point.

All the drunkenness disappeared: "You... little bastard! Why don't you tell me if you are injured? Look down on me?"

"It doesn't matter, I can't die anyway." Cyber ​​curled his lips disdainfully: "What's this little injury? Let's talk about it--"

"Let's talk about your head! No wonder I feel like I can't see your figure recently. It turns out that I've been protected by the third new Tokyo city." He was bored and poked Cybo's head, and Ryoko Yaoshiji was furious: "From now on you

It's my servant! Although it's just a servant A and a servant, even a dog is my property - remember to report it to me if you are injured! - Let's talk about it!... Humph!"

Besides, how can someone who has saved himself be injured in front of outsiders casually?

The martial arts of Cyborg is known by Ryoko Yaoshi. She also knows what violent war is. It can hurt him, which proves that the group of fish-headed deep divers are not ordinary—

"Hey? Mr. Cyber... are you injured?" The owner Hasta was stunned, and then immediately asked anxiously: "How do you feel?"

"Tsk, it's not for my mother and my colleagues, I won't do this! - Believe me, I'm very awesome!" As if he was questioned, Cyber ​​immediately became a little anxious: "If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you, I

——”

"Okay, OK, a pseudo-woman with abdominal muscles is not a pseudo-woman. Please shut your mouth. Um... By the way, you have drunk so much..." Suddenly, Ryoko Yaoshi seemed to realize something: "How many years are you doing this year

age?"

“…?Oh, fourteen.”

"...Hahaha, it turns out that the law is for me. Well, fourteen is fourteen, it doesn't matter - I treat you today, so you can drink it as much as you want."

"...Well, Lord Ryoko, I'll be very upset if you do this." Hasta sighed. The blonde boy didn't know what to watch: "—This store is mine, if

…”

"Oh, don't worry, if anyone dares to investigate you, I will let him go home and carry the child." He was using his family's public power without hesitation. Ryoko Yaoshiji said disdainfully: "Besides, no one in Tokyo dares to do so yet.

At this critical moment, we can't get along with me - Hum! Speaking of this, let's talk about the real evil god."

Ryoko Yaoshi mysteriously took out a photo from her bag and threw it on the table. The photo was really blurry and unclear, but the octopus tentacles wriggling on it were impressive.

"Here, the legendary ancient evil life, the evil god Xiu Ges——"

"Puff!" I couldn't help it, and Hasta seemed to laugh.

"...Hasta, you are a pseudo-woman, why are you laughing at?" Ryoko Yaoshiji glanced at the other party: "I said it is true, but it is true. Do you doubt my investigation ability?"

"Uh... no, but the evil lives in ancient times, and the deep diving people just now, are really unscientific." Hasta quickly explained with a smile: "For a moment...

It's really unacceptable."

Nonsense, he is an evil god.

The king of yellow clothes, Hasta, was thrown into the Nine Cauldrons thousands of years ago and stewed together with a pot. The only evil god killed by humans.

A person of his level is now told that there is a scribble who is his own kind - it is ridiculous and sad.
Chapter completed!