The Strongest Deduction of Zongman Chapter 2018

Because it is a tribute to the 'devil king', under the arrangement of the Beijing four families, the furniture and facilities in this office are even more luxurious than the royal family's ration.

However, Yuu has lived here only once so far, so this floor is closed all year round.

But now, this floor is occupied by a 'guardian'.

"...What, you want me to find an illustrator?" Kagurazaka Iris said in a rather surprised tone while sitting sideways on the desk in the chairman's room and processing the documents, holding the phone between his shoulders and head.

[You are most familiar with this aspect, aren't you? ] A calm voice came from the phone.

"I always feel that this job is not easy to do. You must have 'special' requirements for the illustrator, right?" Kagurazaka Ayame raised her eyebrows and said with twitching corners of her mouth.

[Beautiful, virginal, kind-hearted...] A malicious voice came out of the phone.

"Ha, are you looking for an illustrator or a wife? Besides, there are fewer female illustrators in Japan than 'pandas'. You want me to find a ghost?" Kagurazaka Iris took a deep breath. With a deep breath, he reached out and grabbed the phone, holding it in front of him and growling madly.

In the Izumi house, Yuu moved the phone to the distance with a calm face. He had expected the dissatisfaction of Kagurazaka Iris.

After all, he played with him all night last night, tried countless positions reluctantly, and had to endure the pain of breaking me in the morning, because he was busy with his new book, so he didn't have any grievances, that's a strange thing.

[The key to my office seems to be missing in the morning? ] A voice with a faint smile came from the phone.

Kagurazaka Iris resisted the urge to drop the phone, gritted her teeth and said bitterly. "Playing with me, you don't even give me an office space? You have to pay for social assistance!"

[Are you worth the price of an office? 】Yu said in surprise.

Kagurazaka Iris was slightly taken aback, looking around at the antique furniture costing billions of dollars, his expression eased. "I have to say, I like to hear this kind of love story."

"Well, I'll try my best. If I can't finish it, don't blame me." Kagurazaka Iris hung up the phone simply, covered her hot cheeks, and stared at the phone in a daze.

"Congratulations, Ms. Kagurazaka, oh, I should change my name to Your Highness Princess." A smiling voice came from the sofa in front of the desk.

"Oh, don't mention Mr. Amakasu, who knew it would turn out like this, originally I just regarded him as my younger brother." Kagurazaka Iris leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the engineering chair, facing the sofa as if going to work The young man of the ethnic group sighed helplessly.

"Oh, with your current status, you can just call me Amakasu Touma directly." Amakasu Touma said in a flattering tone with a signature smirk on his face.

"Hey, hey, when we met a few days ago, the business-like tone is fine. Your voice sounds very shocking." Hearing Amakasu Touma's flattering voice that made people feel uncomfortable all over , Kagurazaka Iris said with a slightly twitched corner of his mouth, with a strange expression.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Ms. Kagurazaka." The flattery on Amakasu Touma's face dissipated in an instant, returning to her usual smirk.

"Hey, you heard what the devil said just now. If there is someone to choose, please report to me in the near future. It would be better for the illustrator to take office within seven days." Kagurazaka Iris put the phone on the office and shrugged shrugged.

"Uh, I'm going to ask if there are any suitable candidates for this generation of aristocratic women." As soon as the words fell, Amakasu Touma's figure disappeared into the office.

"Tsk, I have so many requests, I don't know if I can find them." Kagurazaka Iris watched Amakasu Fuyuma's disappearing back, curled her lips.

After leaning on the chair and pondering for a while, Kagurazaka Iris sighed softly, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "MISS Ericsson? Yes, I am Kagurazaka."

*****

London, England

National Gallery in Trafalgar Square.

"Your Highness, are you planning to come here to find a so-called light novel illustrator?" The tall Caucasian woman pushed her glasses, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

At the end, she also added a sentence. "And, it's still at one in the morning."

At this moment, a breeze blew past, blowing away the movement that blocked the moonlight, allowing the bright moonlight to benefit the earth.

The cold light shone on Princess Alice's body, and the waist-length blond hair shone faintly under the moonlight. However, this beautiful scene was destroyed by the deep tiredness on the girl's face.

"I don't want to either. When I heard that Yu needed an illustrator, I came here with a feverish brain. Oops, what should I do if I have dark circles." Alice held a small mirror in her hand, holding her cheek in a panic, Check out the corner of your eye.

"That demon king who can be called the witch's 'killer' really did a good thing." Ericsson pushed his glasses and said gloatingly.

"Alas! Which king's blood is really terrible." Alice put away the small mirror, and sighed deeply with a helpless expression on her face.

"Then, Your Royal Highness, what is the purpose of coming to the National Art Museum in the middle of the night?" Ericsson said with some doubts.

"Just follow me." Eyes bent into a crescent shape, Alice chuckled lightly and dragged Ericsson into the art gallery.

After turning several corners, Alice stood at the door of a room, snickered and opened a door with magic.

Beige lights came from the room, and in the center of a pile of ink paintings, a blond girl was concentrating on drawing on the drawing board in front of her.

"Xiao Zhenbai~~~" Alice floated behind the blond girl, hugged the girl's willow-like waist in a funny way, and blew lightly on the girl's ear.

Shiina Mashiro: "..."

Alice, who didn't get a response for a long time, was not angry either. After all, she has the character of Shiina Mashiro, who is called the flower of art in the British Empire, and she understands it very well.

Alice raised her delicate white hand, pulled up the thin white shirt on Shiina Mashiro's body, poked~ into it, and said with a smirk. "Let my sister see, how is Xiao Zhenbai's development?"

Boom——!

Ericsson shook his red right hand and said with a cold face. "Please stop such harassment, Your Royal Highness."

"It's too much... MISS Ericsson, you've been fired, fired!!!" Alice covered her head, squatted on the ground, looked at Ericsson with teary eyes, and said angrily.

Gada -!

As the last stroke fell, Shiina Mashiro looked at the vivid sunflowers on the drawing board, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she turned around.

At this moment, she saw Alice squatting beside her, with her little head tilted slightly, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face, as if she was wondering why there was an extra person beside her.

"Well, finished painting? Mashiro." Alice stood up, gently grasped Shiina Mashiro's soft and tender hands, and said softly.

"Alice...?"

Like clouds that cannot be captured, the ethereal voice slowly sounded.

"Hey, Xiao Mabai, I heard that you were grounded by your grandfather because you wanted to be a cartoonist?" Alice showed a look of resentment against the enemy.

Shiina Mashiro nodded lightly, as if the grounded girl Alice mentioned was not her, she still maintained her calm face and watched Alice silently.

"Hey, now I have a way to get rid of your grandpa's entanglement!" After finishing speaking, looking at the ethereal girl in front of her, Alice felt a little guilt flashed inexplicably. Friends, pushing into the fire pit.

Shiina Mashiro slightly widened her eyes.

Chapter 85 Who is the photographer? (fifth more)

(Changed to 84, the original photo at the end has been harmonized, remind you that it is a sacred whole fruit, you want 483583535)

"Huh~huh~" You lightly hummed a tune of unknown meaning, and gently swung the pan with his right hand, making the egg buns in the pan flip and fold in half continuously.

On the kitchen table beside him, three servings of rice stir-fried with sauce are neatly placed.

"Yu, so you know how to cook? You're making omelet rice, right?" The confident and pretty loli voice sounded beside Yu.