Hello, Ms. Funina

These days, Alecino has been extremely busy, wishing she could split one day into two. Don't think that you can relax because of the [Thousand Spirits Shadow Festival]. On the contrary, because of this festival, Alecino's workload is much more than usual.

What's worse is that she also formed a winter troupe, which doubled her workload.

Now, she not only has to deal with daily affairs, but also manage the entire large crew. Look, she is obviously much more tired these days.

And this team-building activity is a good opportunity to reward the troupe members, and it is also a time for Alecino to relax herself.

At night, Debo Hotel. In a box...

As an executive, Alecino and others still dine separately from other people in the troupe, but the food on both sides is of the same standard.

In this box exclusively for executives, Alecino sat in the main seat, and she shook her wine glass leisurely.

The strange black and red cross-shaped eyes stared at the red wine in the glass very calmly.

She looked worried, but what was she thinking about?

"Hahahaha... Come on, drink!"

The hearty voice of Tartaglia sounded in the box, and he raised the glass high.

"Who wants to drink with you? Go play somewhere else."

Rosalin glanced at Tartaglia, who was already drunk, with disdain.

Then, Rosalin's eyes moved to Dottore, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and saw Dottore raising his hands with difficulty to cut steak.

In the previous projection, although Dottore didn't have many scenes, he appeared as a healthy normal person every time. So, how did he do it?

In fact, it was very simple. Arlechino used a little technology when filming Dottore's scenes, and used mechanical technology to help Dottore stand up.

After the filming was over, Dottore continued to lie back in his wheelchair.

Seeing Dotore's miserable appearance, Rosaline felt in a good mood.

Then, Rosaline showed a sly expression, her mouth curled up, and she came to Dotore's side.

"Hey, Mr. [Doctor], what's wrong with you? Why are you so miserable that you can't even cut a piece of meat! Oh, look at your current appearance, you are really worse than a dog!"

"If you ask me, you might as well retire and give up your position early. I think Alechino is very suitable to be the second seat!"

Rosaline's mean voice made Dotore furious instantly. After being broken by Alechino, Do Slime Torre was in the most vulnerable period of psychology, and any slight disturbance would make him emotionally unstable.

Especially Rosaline, who always liked to jump on her face to mock her because she had Alechino's support, made Dotore even more angry.

"Rosaline, although I am a cripple now, it is still very easy to kill you. Do you think you are strong?"

"The eighth seat is just a false high for you... You have been unable to improve for hundreds of years, but look at others?"

"Let me ask you, can you be a match for Tartaglia now? He has been improving all the time, how about you?"

Dottore sneered and said in a grim tone.

In the end, he did not forget to drag Tartaglia in to attract fire.

However, in response to Dottore's ridicule, Rosaline just scratched her ears nonchalantly.

Then, Rosaline sneered.

"Oh, are you done? I'll start now."

"First, I don't deny that my strength can't improve. Since my [death] five hundred years ago, I've reached the end."

"Second, why do you always want to drag others into the quarrel between you and me? Although Tartaglia is the last, it doesn't mean that you can use others at will and use him as a knife."

"Third, even if you can kill me, what? I ask you, do you dare?"

When Rosaline's last provocative words fell, a sharp gaze shot straight over.

In just a moment, Dotore felt the threat of death.

Following the piercing gaze, I saw Alechino shaking the wine in the glass and looking at this side with a smile.

The pair of black and red cross eyes stared at Dotore and Rosaline calmly.

Just this one look, Dotore didn't dare to say anything more.

Not to mention his current state, even in his prime, even with all the slices, he could not be a match for Alecino.

After all, the other party was a god who ascended twice, and both were powerful gods at the top level of demon gods. Even if one was a god of disaster and the other usurped the position of water god, the sublimation of life level brought by the two ascensions...

Not only did it make up for Alecino's own shortcomings, but it also made her more powerful.

This is something that Dottore cannot match.

We have said before that Dottore is no match for Arechino who has ascended to the gods twice. Even [Captain] Capitano admires Arechino.

When Arechino grows up for a few more years and reaches her peak strength, she will be the strongest human of the second generation, and may even surpass Capitano.

Of course, it is just a possibility, and it is not certain whether she can surpass Capitano.

Therefore, facing Arechino who is stronger than him now and will be stronger in the future, Dottore has no choice but to show weakness and admit defeat.

Especially Arechino is still hostile to him.

Seeing Arechino's meaningful eyes, Dottore smiled with relief and glanced at Rosaline.

"I don't care about you. Anyway, I can survive."

It was a simple show of weakness, seemingly speaking to Rosaline, but in fact it was telling Arechino that he had lived for several hundred years and could wait until Arechino died before killing Rosaline.

Arlechino naturally heard this, and not only Arlechino, but also Rosalin and Tartaglia.

"A thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise. It's normal to live for a thousand years, but they will die, right?"

Rosalin said directly.

"Uh... I'd better continue drinking."

Tartaglia didn't dare to get involved in the dispute between these people, and he didn't want to participate.

For him, fighting is the most exciting.

However, Tartaglia's non-participation does not mean that Arlechino will not express his position.

As Rosalin's backer in Fontaine, Arlechino is naturally very supportive.

Arlechino nodded slightly, and she spoke softly.

"Life and death are not scary, but some people have been avoiding the death they are supposed to face. However, even powerful gods will face their end, let alone small humans?"

"From ancient times to the present, no one can escape the predetermined death. Isn't that right, [Doctor] Dotore."

Alechino put down the wine glass, picked up a red fruit, put it to her mouth and then bit it gently.

For a moment, the juice flowed down her jaw.