I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Without waiting for the front desk to respond, Vermouth hung up the phone after saying the last sentence.

Through the golden elevator door next to the low cabinet, she saw her somewhat unhappy expression.

What does it mean that he didn't come to see her first after coming back?

……

On the other side, Serabelle took the elevator upstairs and arrived at a familiar door.

This was the room he personally booked for Curacao a few days ago, using his ID card. If Curacao hadn't completely packed up and run away, he would definitely still be living here.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Serabelle took the initiative to go forward and knock on the door.

There was no immediate sound from inside the door. After about four or five seconds, Serabelle tilted her head to look at the crack at the bottom of the door.

There was light inside.

But there was no way. After all, Curacao could not predict that he would come back tonight. Even if he heard the knock on the door and realized something was wrong, it would be too late to turn off the lights, which would arouse suspicion.

And there was indeed no sound inside, not even the sound of water taking a shower.

Serabelle rolled her eyes inwardly and knocked on the door again.

"It's me, open the door."

"..."

Click.

The door handle was pressed and the door opened a little.

Curacao, who had been away for several days, showed half of his face through the hole.

"…Why are you here?"

"This is the room I booked, why can't I come?"

Serabelle shrugged.

"Besides, I only asked you to hide here temporarily. After a few days, shouldn't you come over to check on the situation?"

"So where did you go the other day?"

Curacao regretted the moment he said this.

Although she was mistakenly admitted into the organization because of her talent and was forced to work for the organization for many years, and she could not make any trustworthy friends in the environment of the organization, this does not mean that she is completely ignorant of the world.

The sentence just now was obviously something that only young lovers would say out of anger, as if she was blaming Serabelle for leaving her in the hotel and not paying any attention to her for the past few days.

What Curacao didn't expect was that Serabelle actually answered her.

"I went on a trip to the recently popular Shenhai Island. It was pretty good, but the place is a little small."

"oh oh."

Now Miss White Hair felt even more at a loss.

Traveling? Did he go alone, or...

Just as Curacao was about to let her thoughts wander, Serabelle interrupted her.

"So, can you let me go in first?"

Chapter 695: Curacao

There was no faint scent of tea or coffee in the room, nothing at all.

After entering the room, Serabelle went to sit down at the coffee table by the window, and Curacao followed suit.

The coffee table was empty, and the two of them sat facing each other across the table.

It felt a bit like looking in a mirror.

Curacao's previous position in the organization was somewhat similar to that of Serabelle in MI6. The missions were nothing more than the same old three things - where to go, who to kill, and what to bring back.

So there is no such thing as "hospitality" in her mind.

Because Serabel was going to come in, she let him in. Because Serabel sat down at the coffee table, she also sat down at the coffee table... and then they started a staring contest.

Generally speaking, people would call this behavior impolite.

But because Curacao is very beautiful, has a good figure, and has white hair and heterochromic eyes, we can put it another way: she is cute in her honesty.

"It's getting late now, so I'll get straight to the point."

Serabelle was not the type of person who liked to talk at length, and seeing that Curacao remained silent, he simply spoke directly.

"Have you figured out what to do next?"

"I……"

Curacao opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment.

Because this is an open question.

In her memory, it seemed that she had only ever done multiple-choice questions, and the organization also only gave her multiple-choice questions.

For example, Rum once asked him to help him do something. If he agreed to do it, he would live, but if he refused, he would die.

Curacao didn't want to die yet, so he chose to agree.

After that there are various tasks, and the only options are success or failure. If you succeed, you will continue to live, but if you fail, you will die.

So Curacao has been successful until now.

As a result, Serabelle now gave her the space to express herself freely, no longer limiting her options, but allowing her to decide her own life.

Curacao frowned and hesitated: "I don't understand what you mean, aren't you going to let me do something for you?"

"...?"

Now the person who didn't understand became Serabell.

What does it mean to do things for yourself? Regardless of Curacao's ability, Serabel thinks that his busiest thing right now is probably to "take care" of his girlfriends every day.

But it's not necessarily possible for someone else to do this kind of thing.

As for helping, that is nonsense. Could it be that... you want Curacao to help you push your butt?

That kind of thing is too weird.

"You don't seem to understand what I mean."

Quickly shaking off the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Serabelle shook her head.

"I'm not hinting or testing you. I'm just letting you make your own decision and think about what you're going to do in the future."

"I...I don't know."

When this topic was mentioned, Curacao suddenly became confused.

The main reason was that she had never thought about this issue. When she was in the organization, she had imagined her final outcome when she had free time, but the conclusion she came to was always the same.

Either they fail in a mission and die, or they are shot in the back by other members of the organization during an internal fight within the organization.

In short, it will not end well.

As for the situation like now, where not only was she rescued after failing the mission and being captured by the police, but her immediate superior Rum was also killed, allowing her to successfully leave the organization, Curacao had never even thought about it.

"Then let me put it another way."

Serabelle tapped her forehead with her index finger, thought for a moment and said.

"What do you think is your biggest inconvenience right now?"

inconvenient?

Curacao began to think seriously about this issue.

In fact, the biggest inconvenience for ordinary people is having no money. As long as you have money, most problems in reality can be solved in minutes.

But for Curacao, she is not actually short of money. After all, as a core member of the organization's executive department, the commission offered to her by the organization is quite generous, even much higher than that of the hard-working Gin. So as long as she doesn't get involved in bad habits like gambling and drugs, it will be no problem for her to have enough food and drink for the rest of her life.

So Curacao's only problem at the moment is that she has to be sneaky every time she goes out to eat, for fear of being seen by other people in the organization.

"It's difficult to solve? Is it a problem on the organization's side?"

Serabelle noticed that Miss Whitehair was troubled and guessed what she was thinking.

"There is a saying that goes, if you can't solve the problem, solve the person who created it..."

"You mean, we can get rid of the organization?"

Curacao really understood it immediately.

But then she became conflicted again. After all, just thinking about getting rid of that huge organization made her feel... it was not completely impossible?

Wasn't her former boss, Rum, already killed?

At least Rum's death has proved the feasibility of this matter, and as Serabelle said, what she has to do is to solve the problem that is embarrassing her now.

What's more, as long as the organization is not eliminated, she will have to continue to sneak downstairs to eat and spend every day in isolation in her room.

If possible, Curacao would not want to live like this.

If possible, she also wanted to ride the Ferris wheel at the Toudou Aquarium, just like she did last time with Serabelle, but she would not be surrounded by a group of police officers, but would go there simply as a tourist... uh!

Suddenly realizing that there seemed to be something subtle about his thoughts, Curacao became a little flustered for a moment.

But she immediately regained her composure, pursed her lips and calmed down.

"We can take out the organization."

Perhaps even Curacao herself did not realize that she no longer used "I" here, but directly changed it to "we".

"Well……"

Serabelle had anticipated such an answer before coming here, so it didn't seem that surprising to her.

And since Curacao has this idea, it may not be a bad thing for him.

After thinking for a moment, Serabelle clapped her hands, leaned on the armrest of the chair and stood up.

"Okay, if you've decided, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there. Don't worry, it's not far. It's right in Beika Town."

What Serabelle was thinking of naturally was Elena Miyano's home. After all, the place was big enough, and with Curacao there, she would be able to protect herself even if she was really visited by people from the organization.

Besides, he had to tell Miyano Elena about Akai Mari's reply, about not planning to change back to his original body...

But just as Serabelle changed her shoes and opened the door, the figure of a golden-haired thousand-faced witch leaning against the wall across the corridor outside the door came into view.

Noticing the sound of the door opening, Vermouth glanced up, with a half-smile on her beautiful, almost enchanting face.

"Why, is this the end?"

Chapter 696: Compensating Vermouth

"He's been missing for so long, and the first thing he does when he comes back is to instigate a rebellion against Curacao?"

"What is subversion..."

"Yes, she doesn't need you to turn her against her."

"How to say……"

"You can tell by looking at her eyes. Remember the last time we were doing it in the bathroom, she suddenly came in and saw the expression on her face when she saw you and I hugging each other?"

"Can not remember……"

In the VIP elevator all the way up, the two chatted with each other.

Vermouth turned behind Serabell, stretched out her arms to wrap around both sides of her neck and hugged her from behind, then moved her head to one side and blew gently into the boy's earlobe. Her voice was as enchanting as always, but with a hint of resentment.

"So where have you been having fun after not seeing you for so many days without any news?"

“I just went out for a trip.”

Serabelle told the truth.