GBP Chapter 107 The Promise with the Red Magic
Chapter 107 The Promise with the Red Magic
"I see! I've learned something!"
Fanze Zhenren's eyes gleamed. Influenced by Kuromon Yaoye and the intelligence department, he didn't feel there was anything wrong with shirking responsibility or slacking off.
Contributing to the organization doesn't necessarily mean you have to do the actual work.
Looking out at the crowded streets, Fanze pushed his wheelchair and decided to take a shortcut into a more spacious alley.
In the alleyway, which blocked the view of the surroundings, piles of debris such as abandoned cat boxes and replaced air conditioner outdoor units were placed against the walls, requiring caution when moving around. But as soon as he turned the corner, what first caught Fan Ze's attention was that crimson figure waiting quietly ahead.
A graceful and alluring figure stood domineeringly in the middle of the road.
A lifelike golden serpent stands upright on a crown adorned with gold and jewels, its snow-white body wrapped in Egyptian-style silk, both cool and fiery. The masked Yama glares menacingly ahead, displaying a strange and alluring beauty.
It's the girl in the red robe who just had an asthma attack on stage!
Ignoring Fanze's scrutiny, Izumi Akako raised her proud head, pointed directly at Kuromon Haruya, and asked in a crisp voice:
"Demon's servant, how rude of you! It is rare for someone as noble as me to accept your invitation, yet I have to take the initiative to come."
Evil, demon?
Although somewhat bewildered, the mask provided a barrier, preventing Fanze Zhenren from being completely bewitched on the spot.
He reached for the dog toy that had been converted into a stun gun at his waist, leaned down, and asked, "Mr. Kuromon, is this someone you know?"
"Ah."
Kuromon Haruya tilted her head and whispered, "She's a business partner I invited before. I never expected to run into her today."
While saying that, what he actually mouthed to Fanze was: a girl with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).
Masato Hanzawa remarked: Tokyo truly lives up to its reputation as a big city; you practically never see these kinds of delusional problem girls in Izumo!
Seeing that Kuromon Haruya had something to say to the other person, he tactfully offered to leave: "Then I'll head back now. Feel free to contact me if you need anything!"
"Okay, I'll be back before dinner!"
Just a second ago, Kuromon Haruya was waving goodbye, but the next second, after Hanazawa disappeared, his expression turned cold, and he stood up and gave a symbolic bow.
"What a rare guest! The inheritor of Red Magic is actually willing to meet with the filthy demonic henchmen."
“You are the one who has been leisurely playing family games all these years.”
Completely unaware that she had been slandered to her face, Koizumi Akako removed her mask, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance with great curiosity:
"What a strange creature. Is that eerie humanoid shrouded in pure black your new pet?"
After folding up the wheelchair, Kuromon Haruya took the mask that the crows had brought him.
A black mask covered his face, outlining his handsome and refined jawline. His lips, neither too thick nor too thin, curved into a half-smile, exuding a composed demeanor, yet also a touch of cynicism.
Kuromon Haruya lightly shook his finger, pointing and warning:
“They are my neighbors. Besides, I have always treated those children as my own, and calling them pets or playthings is too offensive.”
"Hehe." Koizumi Akako chuckled a few times, clearly not believing it.
Seeing her attitude, Kuromon Haruya didn't press the matter and sighed, clutching his heart.
"Every word I said came from the bottom of my heart, without the slightest falsehood. It's just a pity that I haven't met anyone who is willing to believe in my destiny."
"But enough of the banter. Is there something you need my help with?"
Smooth-talking and glib, a classic devilish style!
Koizumi Akako rubbed her arms, staring warily at the guy who had harassed her mother, a chill running down her spine.
"This isn't the place to discuss serious matters, let's go somewhere else..."
"This is easy to handle!"
Kuromon Haruya raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A jet-black, luxury extended Lincoln appeared outside the alley. The door opened, and an exquisite solid-color red carpet rolled down to Koizumi Akako's feet.
By the time she realized what was happening while clutching the defensive artifact, she had already been invited to Hei Men Yao Ye's private safe house, where she held a ruby the size of a pigeon egg as a gift.
"Do you like any of these three red wines: Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, or Pinot Noir?"
Like a host entertaining a distinguished guest, Yoruichi Kuromon pressed the record button, opened the liquor cabinet, and asked:
"I remember Miss Hongzi is still a minor, right? If you have any concerns, we also have strawberry juice. If you want to drink blood, I don't have much experience with that, so it might take some time to arrange and select..."
"Strawberry juice is enough!"
Putting down the jewel, Koizumi Akako, seeing Kuromon Haruya getting carried away, had no choice but to speak up and stop him.
Is this guy really not related to the mystical world at all?! How come the spirituality on just a random gemstone is so incredibly amazing!
If Yoya Kuromon knew these words, he would definitely say: Although he doesn't have superpowers, he can uncover the secrets of Japanese zaibatsu and use his money power!
Koizumi Akako cleared her throat. "Forget about sugar-coated bullets. You devil's kin, I'm here to discuss a deal with you."
"As the only legitimate inheritor of Red Magic, I, Koizumi Akako, am willing to be the one to open the door to your mysterious path. The price is that I need you to tell me the information about Red Magic that I saw in my prophetic dream!"
"A prophetic dream?"
Haruya Kuromon poured pink strawberry juice into a stemmed glass and presented it to her.
"It's what Japanese folklore calls the first dream of the new year, which is believed to foretell fortune and the future. This is especially true for the first dream of people like us."
Kuromon Haruya sat at the desk, his long legs crossed, swirling the scarlet wine in his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he asked:
"...Really? I never noticed before. If that's all there is to it, of course I'd be happy, but I can't guarantee I won't dream about it."
“There is a principle in mysticism: if something is mentioned, it will definitely happen.”
Koizumi Akako stroked the snake image on her crown, and the spirit snake instantly came to life, coiling around her fingertips: "It's better if I didn't dream about it, it means there are infinite possibilities for the future."
Crows have been a symbol of prophecy throughout history.
These mysterious shadows, spanning eras, descend upon the world carrying the shadow of destiny. Whether seen as auspicious omens or as messengers of bad news, they are all connected to the fate of the uncanny.
She, Koizumi Akako, dared to summon and dismiss even a demon lord like Lucifer at will.
If it weren't for the uncertain future of their Red Magic, she wouldn't have condescended to meet a raven demon's servant.
Little did they know, Haruya Kuromon on the other side had similar thoughts.
If the temples and churches in various places hadn't all gone silent, he wouldn't have been bothering the Koizumi family so much!
Anyway, he has nothing to lose and nothing to fear. If pushed too far, he'll blow up all these freeloaders and superstitious people.
Suppressing his wild thoughts, Kuromon Haruya raised his glass in a gesture of respect: "Then, it's been a pleasure working together?"
Koizumi Akako did not respond; instead, there was a crisp sound of something hitting the wall.
"correct!"
Kuromon Haruya suddenly remembered something, pulled out the quill pen that was placed on the table beside her thigh, and looked at it expectantly:
"Do we need to enter into any contract? I have all the necessary materials here!"