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"Well, to be precise, merging districts is something the prosecutor's office has to do, and everyone has a different attitude towards ghouls..."
"I understand."
Yoshimura Kōzen remained silent for a moment.
2.3 The merger of districts by the Prosecutor's Office is the general direction, and no one can stop it.
However, the attitude of the individuals who pursue this path can influence whether or not their ghouls can survive in this world.
Undoubtedly, Bangu has this ability.
“Mr. Bang, I’ll take this job.”
The bloodshot in Yoshimura Kōzen's eyes disappeared, and a familiar smile appeared on his lips.
Choosing to cooperate is much better than going it alone.
Moreover, his original intention was simply to protect the weaker ethnic groups in Anding District so that they could survive.
Now, all he has to do is sacrifice a little bit of his reputation to secure the future of the entire ghoul race. He has no reason not to agree.
"That's good."
Bang looked at Yoshimura Kozen and, in return, extended his hand.
"Welcome to cooperate... Fangcun."
Seeing that this was the first time Yoshimura had shown kindness to himself, who was a ghoul, he smiled very happily.
Reach out and grasp it.
"Please take care of me in the future, Mr. Bang."
"Taking care of me like that is going too far, but since you're taking on this job, some of your actions will need to be reported to the Prosecutor's Office. Is that alright?"
"no problem."
"That's good. As for the food you need, I will have someone deliver it every five days. It will include food prepared by the inspection department. The quantity will be reported every Monday."
"Well, thank you for your trouble."
"No, that's not true. From now on, we'll be colleagues."
Banggu waved to Yoshimura Kozen, preparing to take his leave.
As Yoshimura Kozen saw them to the door, he suddenly spoke:
"Mr. Bang, because of you, the world will be a better place."
"Haha, I don't know either, but I met a young man, and although I don't know what he was thinking, his experience impressed me a lot."
Bangu recalled with a smile.
"As a human, he has deep feelings for ghouls, monsters, and heroes at the same time. Perhaps in his eyes, all living beings are the same."
Upon hearing this, Yoshimura Kōzen seemed to think of someone as well, and nodded in agreement.
Chapter 98 The Forgotten Miyamizu Mitsuha? Friend A!
【Extreme Speed (Silver)】
[Can increase the speed of all actions by 10%, including stamina recovery speed]
Sitting in the car, Qun 2 Jiu Qi Liu Jiu (1) Umbrella Scar Liu Qing Ye had no idea that after he left, the antique coffee shop had been completely wiped out.
On a car that is moving smoothly.
The illusory panel that appeared before his eyes surprised him.
Although I don't know why Kirishima Touka was provided with the entry directly, the effect of this entry is just too powerful!
All movements have increased by 10%, which means he can now make more dishes in the same amount of time.
The food is served faster.
He will then be able to entertain more guests.
The added stamina recovery speed is also faster.
Somewhat strange.
He's just a cook, not a male escort in a brothel. Why would he need to recover his stamina so quickly?
But since he had been given the money, he accepted it.
Anyway, it's free.
After briefly closing her eyes to clear the panel display, Qingye looked up at the bustling traffic outside.
Tokyo remains vibrant even under the cover of night.
Even in my previous life, it would have been difficult for me to find time to enjoy my own nightlife at this time.
Not to mention this lifetime.
Over time, I got used to it.
only. . .
If Aoba gets tired one day, she'll think about taking a break.
As for small shops?
We'll close for one day then, though it'll be a bit unfair to our customers.
Aoba thought about her own nightlife and felt a strange sense of anticipation.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hey?"
Looking at the familiar name on the phone, Aoba couldn't help but smile.
It seems that a certain light novel author has finally come to his senses.
"Manager, you're so mean!!!"
As soon as the call connected, the girl on the other end of the line launched into a tirade that sounded like a spoiled child.
Kasumigaoka lay on her bed, burying her head in the pillow, her voice sounding somewhat muffled.
"You know perfectly well which school I attend, but you refuse to reveal your identity just so you can see me make a fool of myself..."
The girl looked rather naive at that moment.
She didn't have the mature, sophisticated aura she usually puts on at all.
"No~"
Aoba looked at the night sky outside the car window, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"Seeing that the younger generation has the same worries I had back then makes me feel younger too."
"Manager, sometimes it's good to take a break and lean on someone's shoulder when necessary."
The girl rolled over in bed, looked out at the dazzling starry sky and the bright moon, and suddenly transformed into a comforting older sister.
"Can I lean on Kasumigaoka's shoulder?"
The moonlight also shone on the green leaves.
He smiled.
His smile held a hint of relief.
As a light novel author, she is far too sensitive to emotions.
She used to be just a girl who worried about her light novels every day.
"Hmph~ Of course... no way!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha deliberately dragged out her words.
"After all, I'm just Kasumigaoka-san, not some Shizuka-chan..."
The girl changed very quickly.
Even Aoba almost couldn't keep up with her train of thought.
I must say, no wonder she's a light novel author.
"Hey? Senior Aoba, why aren't you saying anything?"
Seeing that Qingye did not answer.
On the phone, Kasumigaoka seemed to have successfully turned the tables, washing away the humiliation she suffered in the shop that evening.
Qingye listened to that sweet, charming voice.
Even when he was on the phone with the girl, he could still recall her expression, like a victorious little hen.
I had no choice but to get off the bus and pay the fare.
Standing at the street corner in Aonosuke, facing the evening breeze and the bright moon, he spoke in a low voice:
"That little Shiyu..."
The boy's clear voice was like a flute playing in the night wind.
"Could you try to calm him down?"
"Hmm~"
It was just a simple sentence.
A sound that sounded like panting or groaning came from the phone, and even a popping sound like a spring.
"You... you fouled again! Aoba-kun~"
The girl collapsed onto the bed once more, a rosy blush creeping onto her skin.
"Is there a penalty for committing a foul?"
Aoba's flippant voice rang out.
Kasumigaoka's eyes welled up with a misty, dreamy look.