Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

It is said that a school life without absenteeism is incomplete, and Mikael has at least taken a big step on the road to consummation.

[Friendly reminder, absenteeism is risky, so be cautious in your actions! ! ! 】

The winter sun shines softly on the icy street, there is no cloud to cover the sun for a long time, the sky is like a washed blue, and a few white clouds float over the head leisurely, which makes people feel refreshed.

The crow-like familiar led the way for Mikael, turning from the bustling main street into the bustling commercial street, and finally stopped in front of a pachinko shop with a dirty sign.

The words on the sign had long been blurred, and there were people coming and going at the door. At this time, most of them were high school students. Just standing at the door, they could hear the noise inside.

Mikael pushed open the door, and the strong smell of tobacco came to his face, which made him frowned subconsciously. There are other magicians in this city. After seeing those two dolls, he understood that there are others Had the same idea as him.

But he didn't have the habit of handing over the ducks that were full of his beak to others. This magician was an enemy and not a friend. He didn't expect that the enemy would invite him. Could it be possible to invite him to a banquet at the Hongmen?

But why is the agreed place here?

Mikael's incompatibility with the surrounding quickly attracted the attention of other people around him. A man with mohawk hair spat and looked at him contemptuously and disdainfully. His red hair kept shaking, Like a rooster's comb.

"Shotaro, do you still want to cause trouble? The store manager said he was causing trouble and threw you out."

The vicious-looking clerk came over, with a skull and devil tattoo on his bare arm, and shouted in a rough voice.

"Don't worry, Brother Kimura, I won't give a lesson to any kid just because he doesn't like it."

The red-haired Mohawk, who was called Shotaro, patted his chest to reassure, and at the same time squinted his eyes at Mikael, as if he was saying something like "you got lucky, you escaped a catastrophe".

The crow familiar hangs at the stairs leading to the second floor, seeming to be urging Mikael. In the entire pachinko shop, no one else can see the crow familiar except him. It should be fixed like a hidden magic.

Mikael didn't even respond to the red-haired Mohawk's provocation. Who would care about the clamor of an ant unless he was full and free, but it's a pity that he has more important things to do now.

As soon as he went up to the second floor, Mikael noticed a person on the row of machines in the middle. Even in the vast crowd, he could distinguish him at a glance with that outstanding temperament. The clerk with a vicious appearance stood behind her, as if She wanted to find out what was tricky, but no matter what she did, she couldn't stop her from winning the 777 grand prize.

Under the envious eyes of the customers around, she concentrated on manipulating the handle without saying a word, as if winning the lottery was a matter of course.

On the surface, she looks a few years older than Mikael. She is wearing a green western-style clothing that perfectly outlines the slim curves. It is similar to a dress. The skin on her feet is not directly exposed, but a pair of black silk long skirts. Tube socks.

The slender legs are beautifully stacked together, if they are not playing pinball, they are really more elegant than the models in the paintings.Her short red hair stuck to her ears, clear glasses and flaming lips made her act decisively.

She appeared here as abruptly as Mikael appeared here, and Mikael immediately realized that this was another magician who had the same intention as himself.

And this magician can be regarded as his old friend to a certain extent.

He walked up to a machine next to it, and at the same time glanced at the four large boxes at the woman's feet without leaving a trace. There were signs of magic power flowing inside.

Instead of going up to talk to him, he picked up the handle and shot the marbles into the plate. Although he had never played pachinko before, this kind of thing itself is not complicated, and he can learn it at a glance.

The steel ball kept colliding with the nails on the board as it fell, making a crisp sound of metal collisions. The trajectory of the steel ball kept changing, but anyone could tell that the direction of the steel ball was too far away, and it didn’t land on the winning area at all. possible.

However, when the last nail collided, the trajectory of the steel ball changed strangely and non-physically, and it fell into the lottery hole. The numbers on the screen were spinning rapidly, and finally stopped at the screen of "777" superior.

Accompanied by a series of crisp sounds, more small steel balls crackled and fell down. Under the envious eyes of everyone, Mikael stretched his waist, picked up a steel ball, and put it into the machine again.

A few minutes later, 777's winning picture appeared on the screen again, and several shop assistants walked over, eyeing him up and down.

"This kind of game is really boring, isn't it? Miss Orange."

Mikael smacked his lips, grabbed a handful of steel balls and distributed them to the crowd, and looked sideways at the female magician beside him amidst the cheers.

"I don't think so."

The female magician adjusted her glasses, and the winning number "777" appeared on the screen in front of her.

"It's quite interesting as an emergency measure."

Her lips moved, and she spit out a word silently, showing a sly smile.

"Fool."

Ten minutes later, the coffee shop in the commercial street,

The quiet melody echoed in my ears. On the seat by the window, the female magician gently stirred the coffee in the cup, and then took a sip gracefully.

"The ratio of water to powder is not very correct. As for the coffee beans, I still prefer Indonesian beans, and the brewed coffee tastes fuller."

Mikael just smiled, and slowly stirred the coffee in the cup clockwise, "I didn't expect to meet the famous and crowned puppeteer Ms. Aozaki Orange in this small city. It's such an honor."

"I'm also very surprised that I can meet the famous [The Fool] here."

Ao Qicheng put down the coffee in his hand, and stared at Mikael with interest, "And it's not those rough dolls."

"I can't help it. After staying at home for a long time, I always want to move my rusty body. In an old oriental saying, this is called [Quiet and Thinking], isn't it?"

Mikael stretched his waist, looked at the flow of people coming and going outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and expressed his heartfelt emotion.

"This is not a good place to relax."

Aozaki Chengzi stirred the coffee and said casually.

"Haha, I'm used to seeing the prosperity of big cities and the tranquility of forests. This small city has a different style. Maybe I can consider settling here."

Mikael picked up the cup and took a sip, moistened his throat, and it looked like he was telling the truth.

"is it?"

Aoqi Chengzi would never believe Mikael's nonsense at all. She had done business with the dolls controlled by Mikael several times, and she was tricked several times.

She is well aware of Mikael's character, he is a miser who has nothing to gain, and it is more difficult to take advantage of him than to reach the sky.