I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 242 Intertwined Daily Life

Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport is the largest international airport in France and one of the most important aviation hubs in Europe.

It takes 27 hours and [-] minutes to get here from Tokyo Haneda International.

Before the plane lands, whether it is the T1 terminal with a reinforced concrete structure and a cylindrical ring-shaped building, or the T2 terminal with wave-shaped symmetry...

You can have an unobstructed view of the entire airport from the first-class cabin at high altitude.

The current time in Paris is 05:30 pm on December [-]th, and the mobile phone time in Baishi's flight mode has jumped to December [-]th.

Different times made him feel particularly profound about arriving in a foreign country.

"Huajian, we're here, wake up quickly."

"I didn't sleep at all..."

A distressed voice sounded, and her face became extremely pale, just like the skull pattern engraved on her coat.

He grabbed his favorite knife.

It wouldn't be so uncomfortable if I could get a good night's sleep during the flight.

When the plane landed at the airport, Huajian Ju immediately unbuckled her seat belt and stood up slowly.

"Do you need my help?"

Shiraishi's current attitude, like his suit, is full of English gentlemanly demeanor.

"unnecessary!"

Huajian Ju answered him in a rather irritable tone.

Seeing that this person still had the energy to get angry, Shiraishi didn't say anything, stood up, and picked up the suitcase, which contained Hanama Kiku's daily necessities.

This person has a more nostalgic personality, and he needs to bring toothbrushes, toothpaste, pajamas, etc. that he often uses when he goes outside.

Normally, these were Sai Qing Yelian's underground fire spaces. Now, due to the needs of investigation, the two sides acted separately.

On their side is Ming, who is investigating Saito Chika with great fanfare.

Disguised Takagi Kaku and Aono Ren investigate the Holy Knights in the dark.

They will be notified as soon as there are results.

Before that, the two of them were only responsible for finding Chika Saito so as not to make the people of the Holy Knights suspicious.

Shiraishi set a deadline in his mind to play with them until the day before the end of the month. If it didn't work, he would help solve the problem.

You can't miss Kiryuin Miya's birthday.

He went downstairs along the first-class VIP passage. The airport even arranged a rental for traveling.

With her feet on the ground, Huajianju felt alive. She stretched out towards the sunset, looked at the deep blue sky with few white clouds, and said with a smile: "It's really comfortable."

"Have you booked a hotel?"

Shiraishi asked aloud. If there wasn't one, he asked the driver to help find one.

Huajianju put down her raised hands and said with a smile: "Of course, I am not a person who saves money. I booked a royal suite at the Plaza Athénée Hotel in Paris. It costs [-] US dollars per night and rents it for half a month."

He raised his head slightly and said, "It's not my money anyway."

Investigating the Holy Knights is not a trivial matter, and the above will generously cover all expenses during this period.

Naturally, she wanted to order a hotel room, which is said to be the largest in Paris. It is said to be 450 square meters. The pictures were also seen online. It is indeed very luxurious.

Shiraishi nodded and said to the driver guarding here: "Please go to the Plaza Athénée Hotel in Paris."

"Okay, please come with me."

The driver was smiling all over his face. He liked to provide the best service to these wealthy people, and the tip he gave might be worth a day's fare.

……

Shiraishi stayed in the back seat and looked at Paris outside the car window.

Someone once described Paris like this: "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris when you were young, then no matter where you go in your life, it will be with you, because Paris is a moveable feast."

Shiraishi peeled off the filter and looked at the scenery outside the window. It was actually not bad.

The streets are neat and tidy, with maple and ginkgo trees on both sides, and bright flowers are sometimes interspersed between the white sculptures.

The integrated Parisian architecture makes people feel unique.

The fly in the ointment is the people.

Is this Paris or Africa? !
Shiraishi complained in his mind, turned around and looked at Hanajian Ju, making her look a little confused, "Is there anything dirty on me?"

"It's okay, I'm just imagining the lost French romance."

"You must be out of your mind."

Huajian Ju rolled her eyes, looking out the car window with her purple eyes, and said: "I just want to go back to the hotel and take a shower, then drink and eat well, and have a good sleep.

Start work tomorrow. "

At this point, she became impatient and urged: "Uncle driver, drive faster."

"Uncle? Your age..."

Before he finished speaking, Huajianju's murderous gaze greeted her, as if to say, I will always be 20 years old.

So there is no problem in calling a man in his early thirties uncle!
Baishi swallowed back the next words, and urged instead: "Yes, drive faster, I will give you a tip of [-] U.S. dollars."

He has so much money that he doesn’t know what to do with it, so he simply uses it for rewards, acting like a stupid rich man with too much money.

When the driver heard that there was a tip of [-] US dollars, his eyes went straight. Damn the traffic rules. If you take your foot off the accelerator, you are disrespecting money.

Relying on his familiarity with the streets of Paris, the driver drove all the way.

……

The Plaza Athénée Hotel in Paris is located on Avenue Montaigne. Its curved exterior wall design and ubiquitous pink awnings and geraniums make the hotel full of feminine beauty.

The driver stopped the taxi smoothly. Shiraishi did not break his promise. He swiped his card to pay a tip of [-] US dollars and walked to the hotel with his suitcase.

Huajianju followed and went to the front desk to go through the check-in related procedures.

The hotel lobby is in line with people's perception of French style.

There are Internet celebrity bloggers who want to take photos and check in, as well as foreign tourists and beautiful beauties. There is no conspicuous black color hanging around here.

"Chrysanthemum among flowers."

She leaned against the front desk and showed her mobile phone page for ordering the royal suite.

After the other party quickly verified, he immediately stood up and said: "Andre, take Ms. and Mr. Huajian to the royal suite."

"Please come with me, both of you." Andre stepped forward quickly, with a well-trained smile on his face.

Huajianju yawned, and then told the front desk: "Bring dinner, you can order two set meals, the price doesn't matter.

The key is to be delicious and have the style of a French meal. "

"No problem, we have a three-star Michelin restaurant here, which is guaranteed to wow you."

The front desk lady replied with a smile.

……

The Royal Suite is indeed worthy of the word "royal". The interior is resplendent and embroidery outlined with gold threads can be seen everywhere.

The balcony that extends outward can see the Eiffel Tower towering over Paris.

Shiraishi canceled airplane mode and wanted to take pictures with his mobile phone.

Ding, there was a belated sound. Shiraishi found that Kiryuin sent him a message. He clicked on it and saw that it was a group photo of three people huddled at the dining table.

They all have a bruised nose and swollen face, especially Kannagi, who looks particularly like him, giving the impression that he was really beaten.

The swollen noses and swollen faces of Guilongyuan and Komori seemed a bit deliberate.

Shiraishi spoke a little, and leaned closer to his ear to listen, "Mr. Shiraishi, have you arrived yet? We are fine at the shrine."

"Posting photos like this is not very good at all." "You have to remember to eat on time."

The voices of the three people were all within ten seconds of speech, which sounded a bit messy.

With a soft smile on Baishi's face, he took pictures of the Eiffel Tower and the scene of the Royal Suite, and said in a voice: "I've already arrived in Paris, don't play too much at home.

Remember to go to bed on time every day. "

After telling them, Shiraishi turned around and saw Hanama Kiku coming out of the bathroom.

She was wearing her own dark skull pajamas, with a bloody slap on her chest, which happened to be the eye-catching part.

"Are you so fast?"

Shiraishi's face was filled with surprise. He probably didn't take more than a minute before and after taking a shower.

Huajianju's hair was wet, and she said disapprovingly: "Just take a shower, just rub it hard. Why do you wash it for so long? Look at my hands, they are all red."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, exposing her arms that looked like steamed lobsters to Shiraishi's eyes.

"You are too anxious."

Huajianju pulled down her sleeves, waved her hand and said: "If you are not active in drinking, then what fun is there in being a human being?
Don't dawdle, just go in and take a shower.

I just saw that there was a lot of wine in the wine cabinet. I drank it all in one go tonight! "

Wine in the wine cabinet is extra.

But Huajianju, who is not short of money, doesn't care about the price at all, just drink it as soon as he drinks it. In a big hotel like this, he doesn't dare to play wine assassin.

Of course, even if you don't play, the price of the wine that can be placed here will not be low.

"Okay," Shiraishi turned around and headed to the bathroom. When he was stripping off and preparing to take a shower, the thumping of footsteps suddenly sounded, "Wait a minute."

Huajianju shouted and opened the bathroom door with her hand, "Sorry, I forgot to take out my clothes."

She glanced at Shiraishi's body. The towel was wrapped around his waist, and there were eight packs of abdominal muscles on it.

"You're not as thin as you look. You're quite good."

"If you don't leave, believe it or not, I will lift off the towel."

Baishi replied angrily, he actually dared to act like a hooligan in front of him, he was really acting like a machete in front of Guan Gong, and he was overestimating his abilities.

"Hey, if you have the ability, you can do it. I won't suffer any loss."

Huajianju still had a tough mouth, and her hands were not slow to put away her clothes.

Mainly underwear.

Too dirty to be seen.

"Get out of here right away."

Shiraishi didn't really open up. People who take jokes seriously can easily lose friends.

"OK~" Huajian Ju made corresponding gestures and left the bathroom with a smile.

This is the gap between men and women.

If he had broken into the bathroom where Huajianju was taking a bath, he might have started a fight on the spot.

Shiraishi thought about the scene and found that he had a reaction. He had to say that the formation of the different treatment made some sense.

heroic nature".

While sighing, he washed away the fatigue on his body with hot water. He originally planned to take a dip, but the urging voice of Huajianju kept coming from outside, shouting to hurry up, hurry up.

He was not in the mood, so he simply put on the clean bathrobe provided by the hotel and strode out.

The suite is heated, so you don't have to worry about whether it will be cold when you wear it outside.

Huajian Ju sat on the sofa and waved, "You are so slow."

"I'm taking a shower, not rushing to the grave."

Shiraishi complained, sitting across from him, holding a wine glass in his hand, "What kind of wine is this?"

"whisky."

Huajianju replied with a smile and narrowed her eyes: "Haha, our arrival will definitely make those with a guilty conscience unable to sleep well."

"I hope Takagi and the others can make progress, cheers."

Ding, the two goblets collided with each other, making a pleasant sound. The light yellow wine swayed in the glasses, showing a luxurious golden color under the light.

……

The sun was setting on the horizon, and the half-waned moon hung in the sky.

The night wind blew from the sparkling Seine River. The man was wearing a thick cotton coat, a hat, and a black mask that covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes.

Like a lake full of life.

Everyone who looks into these eyes will notice the tranquility and beauty of life.

The man was walking slowly, with the magnificent twin towers in front of him. They were majestic yet tranquil and were one of the most famous landmarks in Paris.

Notre Dame de Paris.

This is a church with a long history and romantic color. It is located on the bank of the Seine. Its magnificent architecture and unique style make tourists linger.

Every wall and every detail shows a profound cultural and artistic heritage.

The facade of the church is divided into three floors. The bottom floor is a tall group of statues, the top is a relief-shaped vertical window and rope pane, and the top is a structure of crown angles, mortises and spires.

The interior walls are composed of large-area stained glass windows, which look colorful and extremely beautiful under the sunlight during the day.

At night, it will look dim and a bit quiet and eerie.

Any religious place will take on a gloomy atmosphere at night when no one is around.

Perhaps this is why Notre Dame de Paris usually refuses entry to tourists at night.

With those trivial matters in mind, the man walked into the main hall of the church.

Fluctuations of magic power filled the air, and holy white light filled every inch of the temple.

The strange thing is that there is nothing strange outside.

Nine magicians of the seventh realm gathered in front of the huge cross, and white light also emitted from the cross.

Joan of Arc, who had waist-length braids on the back of her head, knelt in front of the cross and quietly recited a prayer that no one could understand.

The God of Creation... Hojo Hiirago walked to a row of seats and sat down casually.

In the past, that would have been something that would have been unimaginable.

However, Joan of Arc was able to come up with a complete set of methods to create gods, which seemed to verify the fact that she jumped from a parallel universe.

Hojo Hiirago stayed there and watched for a while.

After Joan of Arc recited the prayer, the power of her own faith merged into the white light surrounding the cross.

She stood up, a little sweat dripped from her forehead, wiped it with her hand, and stopped reading.

It is possible to create God by rubbing those beliefs together violently, but who has the ability to combine such a huge power of belief?

At least, Joan of Arc couldn't do it.

The only way she could choose was to take it step by step.

"Why do you have time to come to my place?" Joan of Arc walked up to Hojo Hiirago, her expression was not friendly like an ally, but just impatient.

Hojo Hiirago spread his hands and said: "I received news that Hanama Kiku and Shiraishi came to Paris together. On the surface, they were looking for Saito Chika, but in fact they wanted to explore the relationship between us."

"Why did the news leak?"

"I dealt with the spies planted by the Magic Council in Paris, but they still became suspicious and sent people to investigate."

Joan of Arc was not surprised. The Magic Council and the Paladins couldn't talk about harmony. It's normal to have infiltration. "Do you want to kill them?"

Hojo Hiirago shook his head and said: "Don't have such thoughts."

Joan of Arc was puzzled and said: "I know that Huajian Ju is the leader of the younger generation of Beichen Heart Sword Style."

"She's not important."

Hojo Hiirago shook his head and interrupted her, saying in an extremely serious tone: "The truly terrifying person is Shiraishi!

If he really wants to be our enemy, we won't even have a chance to resist.

He should be the only human being who can compete with Taichu. "

"Competed with Taichu?!"

Joan of Arc was startled at first, then shook her head and said: "No one can compete with Taichu. You have never seen Taichu's power, so you would say such a thing.

That kind of power can never be matched by humans, and even the legendary ninth realm is not worth mentioning in front of Taichu. "

Hojo Hiirago was too lazy to argue with her about things that no one could convince anyone, and said sternly: "Shiraishi didn't take action, which means that this action is probably to accompany Hanama Kiku.

But he is not a patient person. We need to find Chika Saito before his patience runs out, solve the apparent excuse, and dispel their doubts about our union. "

Joan of Arc didn't believe that Shiraishi was that troublesome, but she didn't want to cause trouble when she created God. "What are you going to do?"

"Let's put on a scene together and then let you kill me."

Hojo Hiirago told him the plan he had thought about.

Joan frowned and said, "Can feigning death fool them?"

"Of course not."

Jeanne finally showed a hint of surprise on her face, "You want to commit suicide?"

"No, I'm not going to die."

Hojo Hiirago's answer made Jeanne feel like she was being teased. There was a faint scowl on her face, and she growled: "You can't fool me by pretending to die. You won't die. Are you kidding me?"

"As long as our will remains on earth, we will never die."

Hojo Hiirago replied softly, and familiar figures and names appeared in front of his eyes.

Carrying the lives of the dead and moving forward is the fate of revolutionaries.

Like weeds in the world, they die when winter comes, but become vibrant in spring.

Now that winter has arrived, it will wither and die when it needs to, keeping the grass roots that will revive in the spring.

After all, his name is too conspicuous, and as long as he is alive, he will be hunted by those people.

On the contrary, if he dies, those people will relax their vigilance and think that there will no longer be a red person in the world.

In that environment, the successors who inherit their will can develop better and wait for the right opportunity to realize their common ideals.

"You..." The anger on Jeanne's face disappeared, and for the first time, she realized so deeply that although the paths were different, both parties were pursuing ideals.

Hojo Hiirago smiled, but did not show any sad expression, "I want to find Saito Chika, fake the illusion of union with it, and then you kill me on the spot.

That spirit can be left to Hanama Kiku.

Let Hua Jianju take my body back. If I remember, I have already prepared it in advance, so I don't need to worry about any problems. "

"Ah."

Joan of Arc nodded, it would still take a few months to create God.

During this period, it is the best thing to avoid attracting the attention of other forces.

"The only question now is how do we find Chika Saito?"

Hojo Hiirago rubbed his chin. The other party was able to escape from the FBI's encirclement and suppression. He was definitely not an ordinary high-level spirit.

As for the whereabouts, in all of Paris, only the goblin killer is most likely to know the whereabouts of Chika Saito.

It is said that Chika Saito was chased to Paris by that person.

How to take advantage of this?

Hojo Hiirago fell into deep thought.

……

Silent all night.

The cool breeze in the morning came in through the open balcony door. Under the wrap of the heater, the wind became somewhat warm, bringing a light mint fragrance, and the warm sunshine shone on the evergreen ivy.

Shiraishi was awakened by the wind, "Hmm."

He turned sideways, almost falling off the sofa, yawned, and reached for the phone on the table.

I looked at the time, afternoon... No, this is still Japanese time.

The time Shiraishi transferred to France was 07:30 am.

"Hey, Hanama, don't sleep. Didn't we agree to find the whereabouts of Saito Chika today?"

"It's long-winded."

A grumpy voice came from behind the sofa, and the disheveled Hanana Ju sat up, clutching the sofa, "Call the front desk and help us make two breakfasts and bring them up.

I'll have some cake for dessert, and some extra sugar. "

While talking, she wanted to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Shiraishi's sleepy eyes suddenly widened and reminded him: "Hey, you should put on some pants for me!"

"Isn't that what I'm wearing?"

Huajian Ju looked down and saw that the pants of her pajamas were gone for some reason, leaving only her underwear, "There's nothing wrong with that. All the places that should be covered are covered. You even have to scream for this."

He scratched his head carelessly with his hands and said with a narrow smile, "Is he a virgin?"

"How is it possible? My virginity has long been gone."

Shiraishi retorted, unable to look away.

The wrinkled pajamas and messy hair were paired with underwear with four bright red characters printed on it.

If it were a woman with average looks and figure, she would be sloppy.

If you put it on Huajianju, it is full of wildness.

"If not, don't scream there."

Huajian Ju waved her hands indifferently and strode towards the sink.

Shiraishi shook his head and did not continue to remind.

It's not him who suffers.

I took a look at my phone and saw that Miyu Kiryuin had replied to the message. I clicked on it and saw a big teddy bear emoticon. I nodded repeatedly, indicating that I would be obedient.

Shiraishi smiled and typed on his phone, "I just woke up here. Have you finished your training?"

The message will soon appear as read.

Doodle.

The other party directly sends a video call.

Shiraishi clicked to accept, his big face printed in the video, "Shiraishi-kun, good morning! I'm here waiting for Komori to cook."

"How was your practice today?" Bai Shi leaned back on the sofa and asked about their progress with a smile.

Oniryuin Miya replied with a smile: "I have learned the thunder god form, but I can't use it for too long. If it takes more than 1 minute, it will be very tiring."

"You did very well."

There was a hint of surprise on Shiraishi's face. According to his guess, if the other party wants to learn the Thunder God form, he may not have hope until next year.

Will his departure promote their growth?

"Kiryuin, don't delay Shiraishi-kun's work there."

Rin Kannagi did not appear in the camera, and she seemed to intentionally keep her voice out of the camera.

"It's okay, right?
Shiraishi-kun~"

"Yeah, I just got up and still have some time to chat."

Shiraishi smiled and said: "In the group photo you sent me yesterday, Kannagi's makeup is the most realistic, and there is no trace of makeup at all."

"Ha ha!"

Miyu Kiryuin burst into laughter.

Bai Shi was a little confused. Did he say something wrong?
"Hey, Shiraishi, you can wash now."

Hanama Kiku appears without pants.

(End of this chapter)