I am Lapland’s rat!

Is this comforting me?

Texas was a little confused, but the fluctuations in his mood finally calmed down a bit, and his heartbeat, which was accelerated by uneasiness, gradually returned to normal.

Ah, Cellinina, you are indeed right to come to chat with Xiao Yin.

Looking at Wu Xian, whose hands were furry, soft and warm, Texas felt that his body and mind had been healed.

So she licked Wu Xian's hair vigorously and rubbed Wu Xian's face, causing Wu Xian to crouch with a mouse face, and used "Moisture" to escape from Texas' palm.

……

The next day, when Ciro was handing over matters regarding the Eastern District to Texas, Wu Xian was on the sidelines making a sense of presence.

After several exchanges, Texas finally understood what Wu Xian meant:

"Xiao Yin, do you want to accompany me to the East District?"

Wu Xian shook his tail: "Of course, Shuang Shu, I will keep my promise and I will never break my promise."

"Texas, just remember to take care of the food. I can take care of Shushu very well."

Seeing this, Silla also smiled and said: "Ah ha, Xiaoyin is willing to go with you, that is of course a good thing. It is familiar with the terrain of the East District. If there is anything you don't understand, just ask it."

"If you really encounter difficulties, you can write to it and ask it to be taken to Albert, who is now Skoni's parent. He also has a good relationship with Xiaoyin."

Texas: "Huh?"

Seeing Siro's "Have you found a savior" look on his face, Texas' mood quickly changed from surprise to deep confusion.

Why does she have the feeling that Xiao Yin is actually more capable than her, but because Xiao Yin can't speak, Lapland retreats and chooses her?

Chapter 1 De Gouzi changes clothes!

"It's okay if you don't remember, Miss Texas. Our informants won't be offended because you put a picture of his face in there to compare it to."

Silla laughed as she saw Texas trying hard to remember a few photos placed on the conference table.

Texas lowered his head and looked at the photos on the table, and said calmly: "If possible, I still hope to remember it as much as possible."

Although he was reluctant in his heart, when it came time to raise his gun and mount his horse, Texas seemed surprisingly serious.

At least Texas remembered all the important things Ciro said long before the scheduled time.

This also surprised Wu Xian, who was watching.

boom!

At this moment, the door was pushed open forcefully.

Siro raised his head, and when Texas turned around, he found Lapland standing at the door holding an old brown women's cotton coat, with a bright smile on his face:

"Ah, Texas, are you still dealing with Ciro?"

Texas: "...What are you here for?"

"Texas, you're not going to just walk into the East End wearing this high-end suit of yours, are you?" Lapland opened his eyes wide with an exaggerated expression of surprise.

"Of course I'm here to change your clothes, Texas. When we are the heads of the family, of course we can dress more elegantly, but this time you have to take over Ciro's position and become the connector."

For a moment that Texas didn't notice, Lapland exchanged glances with Ciro who was sitting behind the conference table, and Ciro's face twitched obviously.

Texas: "..."

So she looked back at Silla and saw Silla smiling bitterly at her and nodding.

"Okay." Texas actually doesn't have any princess disease, it's natural.

So Lapland made a gesture, and Ciro left the meeting room knowingly, closing the door behind him.

Wu Xian squatted on the table and blinked.

But at this moment, Lapland glanced at Wu Xian and ignored him. She smiled and approached Texas with a brown cotton coat, while Texas reluctantly unbuttoned the chest of the custom-made suit:

"Don't even think about taking pictures. I'm ready to cut off your communicator this time."

Lapland blinked: "..."

"Okay, I won't take the photo."

"...What's going on with that silence of yours?"

"fine."

"..."

Opening the front, Texas took off the left sleeve of the suit first and pulled his arms out of the cuffs. It could be seen that underneath it was an off-white round-neck knitted sweater, with a girlish curve bulging slightly on the chest.

When Texas shook his shoulders, shook the black suit off his shoulders, held the collar of the suit with his left hand, and pulled his right arm out of the cuff, Lapland was already holding the The heavy brown cotton coat was draped over Texas' shoulders from behind with a smile.

"Hahahaha, isn't this quite suitable for you?"

Texas: "..."

Ignoring Lapland's naughty words, she put the suit on the table and put on the sleeves of the cotton suit. Then she frowned slightly: "Is there a mirror?"

"Wait a minute, I'll tie your hair up again." At this moment, while Texas wasn't paying attention, Lapland had already smiled and held up some of Texas' gray hair that was suppressed by the cotton clothes with his left hand.

"Why do you tie your hair?"

"Dispersion is the exclusive domain of upper-class ladies. If you want your soft hair to be inconspicuous in the East District, you'd better wear a ponytail."

"...I can do it myself."

"I'll help you."

"I will do it myself!"

"Okay! Finished!"

Lapland walked out from behind Texas with a smile, picked up a mirror that was probably Alf's from the small table in the corner, and pointed the mirror at Texas.

Texas: "..."

Texas frowned slightly in the mirror, and his original hair had been combed into a slightly high ponytail, making him look like a sports girl next door.

The brown warm cotton coat with some patch marks on it is particularly suitable for this season. It can be seen at a glance that this Luper girl must have just returned from shopping for vegetables in her mother's clothes.

Wu Xian shook his beard beside him: "..."

Texas looked at Wu Xian: "...Xiao Yin, what are you thinking about now?"

Wu Xian flicked his tail. He was in a very happy mood now: "De Gouzi, don't be discouraged. At least I approve of the practicality of this suit of clothes."

He was already thinking about which of Texas' big pockets he would get into later.

"Texas, perfect disguise!" Lapland spread his hands and smiled: "Now, no one will think that you are the noble eldest lady in the family."

Texas, who was wearing a bloated cotton coat, looked at Lapland with dangerous eyes: "...this outfit had better be really necessary."

"Ah, I forgot to mention it." Lapland didn't intend to answer Texas' question at all, but said: "You can't bring your two special Originium swords with you either."

"However, in case there is a real battle and my dear Texas is unfortunately captured by the enemy, I hid two daggers in my cotton coat for you. You can touch the position around your waist now."

Texas followed the instructions and touched it, and sure enough he found a murder weapon hidden in the cracks of his pocket.

Seeing this, Lapland smiled and said: "These two daggers are embedded with Originium components. Although they have not been refined, I believe that your spells are not as delicate and delicate as the music of the Leitanians."

Texas' frown relaxed slightly, she was silent for a while and said, "You arranged it more thoughtfully than I thought."

"Of course." Lapland showed a happy smile.

……

When Lapland went out and asked Ciro to come in, Ciro explained some precautions to Texas.

Because of the sudden poisoning incident in the hospital, Ciro was also urgently appointed by Lapland this time. He had only half-handled many things in the East District, and there were still some difficult problems that he couldn't figure out at all.

Although the establishment of the East District informant network has achieved initial results, it still has a long way to go before it can operate independently and well.

"Although it can't be said to be a mess...but Miss Texas, you'd better be prepared to chew a hard bone or two." When talking about work, Siro put away his usual ungrateful appearance. , said with a wry smile.

"...It's okay, I have some expectations." Texas said softly, "Mr. Ciro, which thing do you suggest I deal with first?"

Silla thought about it for a moment and said, "You should deal with Broca's group of little guys first."

“The troubles they probably get into are relatively low-level, which helps you understand the East End better.”

Chapter 1 says that Rat, Rat, Rat, Rat has arrived!

"...Hey, Malcolm, don't eat. It seems that Mr. Ciro is really not coming."

There is a drizzle of rain outside the window, and the heater is burning in the house. This is the only way to slightly dispel the pervasive chill in the rainy season in Onnoor.

Standing by the window was a black-haired Luper boy about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a gray thick cotton coat and had some dissatisfaction on his face.

He was none other than Harriman, a quasi-core member who had joined Saluzzo a month earlier.

"——Huh? What, you want to eat some too?" The owner, who was scolded by Harriman dissatisfiedly, was sitting on the sofa, stuffing a piece of potato chips into his mouth with his right hand, and chewing with his cheeks.

The brown-haired Luper boy crossed his legs, apparently not hearing Harriman's words clearly.

Hearing the sound of crunching potato chips all over the room, Harriman felt helpless and turned to another person in the room:

"Broca, tell me about him."

A gray-haired boy was sitting at the table reading information. Because the seat was close to the heater, he only wore short sleeves and had clear muscle lines on his exposed forearms.

Just from the way he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes from time to time, it can be seen that he is not only doing something he is not very good at, but also wearing a pair of glasses that does not fit well.

Hearing Harriman's words, Broca turned around and said, "Milken, don't eat. It's a bit noisy."

"Okay." Brown-haired Malcolm nodded, hesitated for a while and then said,

"...Then I'll eat something else that I can eat quietly."

Harriman by the window sighed and repeated what he just said to Broca: "Broca, it seems that Mr. Ciro is really not coming. At this time, he should have arrived long ago."

"Didn't Mr. Ciro already say that? He is going to the West District, so the affairs of the East District have been handed over to the gray-haired lady." Broca turned his attention to the information in his hand again, put on his glasses, and flipped through Page.

Then, he paused and said: "Harriman, we are just quasi-core members of Saluzzo. We must respect people with high status."

Harriman was silent for a while and said: "Broca, you are right, I am a little anxious."

When the three of them were first recruited into Saluzzo by Ciro, they were very competitive with each other.

Now a month has passed, and both Harriman and Malcolm have vaguely recognized Broca as the captain of their three-person team.

At this time, Malcolm called from the sofa: "Broca, Harriman, do you want to eat charcoal-grilled sandworm legs?"

"No," Harriman said.

Broca said: "I'll give you two...just one."

At this time, he exhaled, threw the information on the table, seemed to want to change his mood, and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, Harriman, do you remember that mole beast named Little Silver?"

"Huh?" Harriman blinked and suddenly laughed:

"Ha, you're talking about the one that Mr. Ciro introduced to us in a serious manner, Miss Lapland's pet?"

Of course, Harriman remembered the mole beast. When Mr. Ciro named three people and one rat that day, Harriman almost couldn't hold his breath.

Broca said: "I heard Mr. Ciro casually say that the mole beast has helped Saluzzo a lot recently."

Harriman: "?"

Harriman was watching the rain quietly by the window, but now Broca's sudden and incomprehensible words shocked Harriman.

He vigorously scratched his messy black hair and said, "Broca, are you sure you heard correctly?"

"How can a mole beast help Saluzzo? Is it to help consume the endless imported pineapples in the headquarters?"

Harriman was somewhat amused by Broca's speech:

"Broca, to be honest, I think that mole beast is probably already dead. Considering the average lifespan of a mole beast..."

"..."

Harriman didn't hear Broca's comment on his words for a long time, and couldn't help but turn around and look at Broca:

"Broca, why don't you speak?"

"Ah." Broca's eyelids twitched wildly, "I just saw a familiar... mole beast."