About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"There was also a strange noise in the kitchen. Are you planning to fake the scene as a gas leak explosion? It's really a consistent trick... huh?"

The fallen angel went to the kitchen, but what he saw was not a cut off gas pipe, but white porridge simmering slowly.

The fallen angel tilted his head, but he didn't think about it.After all, killers are more or less out of their minds. Maybe this young killer's hobby is to drink porridge to keep healthy after killing the target... probably.

The fallen angel turned off the gas stove, then looked around the room.

It seems that it is much tidier than when I came back last time, although it feels like it is only half tidied up.

The fallen angel glanced at Orson, this guy is probably a killer disguised as a cleaning staff, um.

The fallen angel who came to such a conclusion walked to the bedside of the capable angel.

At this time, Neng Angel was still flushed because of her height. She was lying on the bed in the Penguin logistics uniform, which was covered with wrinkles from turning over from time to time.

The fallen angel stretched out his palm and gently stroked the slightly warm cheek of the energy angel, with a smile still on his face.

"Hehe, the amount of alcohol is still not very good, you can be an angel."

The fallen angel slowly moved her palm to the forehead of the capable angel, and while pushing back the short red hair, she bent down slightly, and kissed the forehead of the capable angel with her lips.

"That's right, it's good to continue to be like this, being an angel. Let me bear all the sins, as long as you continue to bask in the sun, that's enough—"

"Ah... ah chirp!"

"—!"

Suddenly there was a flustered and short sneezing sound from behind, and the fallen angel immediately got up from the side of the energy angel, took out his staff and pointed to the source of the sound - Orson who was frozen in time.

Orson remained motionless, while the blue-haired angel watched him silently with those pale green pupils, and the two of them just looked at each other in an extremely strange atmosphere.

"..."

Within a few tens of seconds, there was a trace of cold sweat on the "frozen" Orson's forehead.

"boom!!"

"Wow!"

The fallen angel urged the staff to throw out the pure origin stone energy attack without thinking, while "Frozen Orson" turned his head to avoid the attack.

"Aren't you frozen by the lock of the wild time?"

The fallen angel looked at Orson, although his expression didn't change, but there was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Actually, I've already cracked the time-stop state before, but I always feel...uh, it's not time to get rid of it..."

Orson talked about him from left to right, just now a lily bloomed in front of him (and it was still a drunk sleep play), Orson obviously hasn't recovered.

"...In Rutland, kissing the forehead means trust and protection. I hope you can know this, and then die."

"Wait a minute—uh!"

The powerful spell shot directly from the staff bursting like a shotgun and rushed towards him, Orson could only nullify the opponent's attack.

"Oh, it doesn't look like an ordinary assassin?"

His own attack disappeared suddenly, and the fallen angel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm really a new employee of Penguin Logistics! You can call Texas... No, Texas is probably dreaming now, so you can contact Kong Kesong and the others."

Orson was still trying to explain his legal status, but this time the other party nodded.

"So that's the case, maybe it's true. But the current situation has nothing to do with your identity. Can I use personal reasons to eliminate you?"

The fallen angel asked Orson with a smile on his face.

"Please allow me to refuse!?"

The fallen angel pulled out a strangely shaped, overall black staff from the weapon rack on his back and pointed it at Orson.

This time, the dial with a wider range and brightness is engraved on the whole house, and the hour and minute hands are interlaced and point to Orson as always.

"【take a bow】"

Orson sighed, and stretched out his index finger to gently stick to his lips before the hands overlapped.

Just because of such a movement, the huge dial instantly dissipated into the air.

Looking at the unreasonable scene in front of him, for the first time, a subtle emotional fluctuation occurred on the face of the fallen angel.

"Miss, I can't remember the name for the time being, I am not incapable of fighting. If you still plan to continue, then I will accompany you to the end."

Orson rubbed his throat, his expression already a little unhappy.I have obviously tried very hard to explain my identity, but this Sakota/Sarkaz girl still doesn't intend to have a proper talk with me.

Orson is not a guy who will be brainless when he sees a girl. When the warning is ignored, he will also choose the most popular way of talking in the northern border - negotiating with his fists.

"The lock of waste time was interrupted, no, it was forcibly erased? I see, you are—"

"Ummmmmm..."

The fallen angel seemed to realize something, but before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the capable angel who got up from the bed in a daze.

"My head is dizzy... I'm so thirsty... You're back, Mostima... Hey, Mostima!?"

The dazed Angel immediately woke up after seeing the fallen angel, Mastema, and she jumped out of bed and walked towards the blue-haired girl.

"When did you come back—uh wow!"

"Be careful!" "Be careful"

The angel who had not sobered up accidentally fell forward after taking two steps, while Orson and Mostima reached out and tried to hug the angel at almost the same time.

As a result, the two hugged the fallen Angel at the same time, and Orson and Mostima were almost stuck together.

"Hey hey... Sorry, I'm still a little dizzy-by the way, Mostima, this is Orson, although it doesn't look very reliable, but in fact it is super reliable and almost omnipotent Excellent new employee of Penguin Logistics!"

Being embraced by the two, Neng Angel showed a grinning smile, then stood up and introduced Orson's identity to Mostima.

"Olson, is it a new friend, can you be an angel?"

"It's not so much a friend, it's better to say... oh, it's almost the same anyway..."

Neng Angel originally wanted to say something, but after glancing at Orson beside him, he still confused the topic.

"..."

Hearing Angel's answer, Mostima was silent for a while, and then showed his trademark business smile again.

"So that's it. Congratulations. You are an angel, and you have made new friends. As for Orson, I'm sorry. It seems that I made a mistake before. I hope we can let go of our prejudices, including what we saw, and get along well. Bar?"

Mostima seemed to be apologizing to Orson, but in fact he was telling Orson in a very subtle way that if he dared to say what he saw before, it would be round 2 again.

After knowing the other party's real name, in addition to eliminating the awkward feeling of "it's on the lips but can't say it", in fact, Orson still can't think of more specific information about this fallen angel.

But the only thing that can be understood now is that Mostima cares about the Angel, but for some reason, he doesn't want to show this care in front of the Angel.

"I did something wrong before, I always called you by the wrong name, Senior Mostima, please give me your advice in the future."

Orson didn't plan to leave any pot unopened and carry which pot, and he didn't want to be called everywhere, "He's the hunk who first saw Tallulah call his wife!".

"0v0? What's going on here? It feels like something happened to Orson, you and Mostima."

Neng Angel, who had been sleeping soundly before, looked curiously at the two who "seem to have a story".

"It's your illusion, you can be an angel."

Mostima skillfully stroked the Angel's hair.

"Speaking of which, Mostima, why didn't you say anything when you came back! If you had told me in advance, I would have brought Orson and Texas to pick you up!"

The drunken state of Angel Angel has not dissipated, and she complained softly next to Mostema, as if she was acting like a baby.

"Because I'm afraid that you will worry about me, but since you bumped into me, I won't leave first this time."

Mostima smiled and led the energy angel back to his bed, while explaining slowly.

"Really? You used to disappear suddenly without leaving any trace...!"

"Really, Miss Angel, I won't disappear suddenly."

"Then it's a deal...I'm definitely...uh...Zzzz"

Under Mastema's feathers, the angel of power was soon coaxed back to sleep again.

"Then, don't bother Sleeping Beauty anymore, shall we?"

After confirming that the angel could re-enter the dreamland, Mostima looked at Orson and motioned him to leave the room with him first.

"Hmm... can you give me a moment?"

Orson's expression was a bit tangled, as if he didn't want to leave here.

Noticing Orson's reaction, Mostima raised his eyebrows.

"Want to be alone with Neng Angel for a while longer? I'm sorry, but I don't agree with—"

"I want to get the house done."

Mostima blinked, and she looked at Orson, who was not joking at all.

"Neither."

"Ugh..."

Although the motives were different, the result was still dismissed.

After leaving the apartment where the angel lived, Mostima leaned against the edge of the fence, still looking at Orson motionlessly.

"Well, Ms. Mostima, I hope you don't misunderstand me. I don't have any intention of hurting Angel, and I won't tell her your hidden emotions."

"Hehe, thank you so much, [Silence from the Northern Territory]."

Mostima smiled, and then said Orson's name.

"Well, do you know me?"

"I'm a messenger, and I'm the kind of messenger who likes to travel long distances across countries, so I can always hear some weird stories. For example, in the northern border, there is a person who can control the 'black of the invisible body' and silence the origin stone skills. A man, when he is silent, it is when the opponent's head is separated, that man is called "Silence of the Northern Territory""

"That sounds embarrassing..." Orson covered his eyes.

Although I did everything by myself, after being so embellished and word of mouth, it will only sound like a kind of embarrassment.

"I thought silence would be a humanoid cold disaster that has no emotion and only follows the killing, but you really surprised me, hehe."

"Don't say it, really don't say it"

It's been a long time since no one would say his codename so seriously, Orson, now he just wants to find a corner who is good at growing mushrooms.