I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Just like last time, the door of the mansion was still half-open, leaving only a small gap but not completely closed.

Serabelle pushed open the large iron gate in the front yard and walked in with ease, crossing the stone path in the middle of the lawn and arriving at the entrance of the villa.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that someone seemed to be sticking his head out of the window and looking out from the second floor of Agasa's house on the west side not far away.

Serabelle turned her head to look in that direction, and the other person immediately retracted his head.

But the long black hair that fluttered in the wind for a moment exposed her identity.

Mingmei? What are you doing?

Blinking in confusion, and after thinking for a while, she decided not to dwell on the question too much and walked in through the door.

Although the temperature has been rising for many days in a row as it is early summer, it is cloudy and rainy today, so the temperature outside is much cooler than that indoors.

He put on shoe covers at the entrance and entered the living room. Yukiko was still waiting for him on the sofa.

But unlike last time, the older girl didn't fall asleep this time.

Although the posture is similar to sleeping, also lying flat on the sofa, wearing yoga clothes that outline the soft and beautiful curves, and the face is covered with green cucumber slices.

Hearing the noise coming from the door, Yukiko picked up the two cucumber slices stuck on her eyelids and slowly opened her eyes.

"Yohoo, you're here? Did you enjoy your meal with that lady?"

Serabelle licked her lips subconsciously, as if the aroma of fried chicken still lingered between her lips and teeth.

"It's... okay."

It must be said that it is worthy of being carefully selected by Dr. Agasa, the taste is really authentic.

"Tsk, you don't really think they're inviting you to dinner, do you?"

Yukiko couldn't help laughing when she saw him like this. Her facial muscles moved and the cucumber slices fell down. She hurriedly caught them with her hands, but found that more slices fell down with the movement. She simply stood up and caught all the cucumbers and held them in her hands like a small bowl, then crossed her long legs on the sofa and talked freely.

"Amei-chan who's staying at Dr. Agasa's house next door, I know, I know~ I didn't see her the last time you were there, but I've gotten to know her when I've been visiting her for a while, and I've heard about your story. I guess she might have a crush on you, right?"

"It's not that simple..."

Serabelle sat down on the sofa next to her, propped up her cheek and muttered something.

Yukiko tilted her head and said, "I know you don't believe it, but it's true. Haven't you heard that women are all emotional animals? Especially young girls who have never experienced the world. If they meet someone who is willing to risk his life to save them, how can they not be moved at all?"

"Unless he's too ugly, right?" Serabelle added casually.

"As the saying goes, if you meet a handsome guy, you have nothing to repay him except your body. If you meet an ugly guy, you also have nothing to repay him except your slavery in the next life."

Yukiko took advantage of this joke.

Then she picked up a cucumber slice from the small pile in her hand and handed it to Serabelle with a smile on her face.

"Would you like to try Sister Yukiko's original cucumber?"

"Cucumber salad with cosmetic flavor? I think it's better to forget it." Serabelle tactically leaned back to create distance.

"No, no, it's all natural, without any cosmetic ingredients!"

As Yukiko spoke, she pulled out a napkin from the box of napkins on the coffee table and wiped it vigorously on her face which was still stained with cucumber juice, showing it to Serabel, indicating that she was absolutely without makeup today.

“…I don’t want that either.”

"Forget it, I'll eat it myself. I can't waste food."

After being rejected repeatedly, Yukiko pouted a little unhappily, casually flicked the cucumber slice on her fingertips into her mouth, chewed it twice, and then spat it out with a "rua" sound.

"It's a bit salty and tastes weird... Forget it, I'm not going to eat it."

After saying that, he covered his mouth, jumped off the sofa and ran to the kitchen.

Two minutes later, Yukiko, calm and beautiful again, returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Serabelle fished out her phone and waved the chat history in front of her. "So, it's time to get down to business. Why did you call me here?"

"Well, about this..."

Yukiko took another napkin to wipe the remaining water stains on her hands, then sat up straight, cleared her throat and spoke in a tone like a TV hostess.

"There's some clue about what you asked me to look up a few days ago, Sera-kun. It's rumored that the famous movie star Chrissie Wynyard will appear on Broadway in New York soon. Roar, roar, roar!"

"Oh?"

Serabelle was stunned, surprisingly not that surprised.

Yes, New York's Broadway is similar to London's West End. It is an important place for the development of American drama and musicals, and is almost synonymous with musicals.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem impossible for a famous movie star to appear there.

But the problem is-

"Sister Yukiko, is your source of information reliable?"

“Very reliable!”

Yukiko gave a firm thumbs up.

“It even came from my own mouth!”

"?"

Serabelle thought to herself, sister, you seemed to have said not long ago that you were not familiar with Chris Wynyard. This came from her own mouth, so could it be that you called and asked directly?

Well, of course that can't be the case.

As Yukiko also took out her mobile phone and opened a social platform with a little blue bird icon, Serabel quickly understood what this "personal" conversation was all about.

That was a status posted by Chrissie Wynyard herself on Twitter, which roughly meant that she would appear on Broadway in New York for three consecutive days starting from the day after tomorrow.

And a PS sentence was added at the end - looking forward to meeting you all.

This "everyone" does not explicitly refer to who exactly, but it is probably similar to idol activities, where idols and fans meet by chance on the street, then take photos together and post them on social media to attract more people.

It can be considered as a means of idol management.

But, the day after tomorrow... time is a bit tight.

Chapter 86: A Mother's Worry When Her Son Travels Away (bushi)

After finishing their business and chatting for a while, Serabel left Yukiko.

Back to Beihu Hotel, it’s time for dinner.

At the dinner table, Serabell mentioned to Akai Mari and Sera Masumi that she was going to the United States.

"Broadway, New York?"

As expected, upon hearing the place name, Akai Mary immediately put down her bowl and chopsticks and frowned.

It’s not that she has any prejudice against the United States as a country or the city of New York.

It's just... it's too far.

The time required to travel from Japan to the United States and from the United Kingdom to Japan is about the same. Even if you take a direct flight, it will take nearly half a day, or twelve to thirteen hours. The distance between the two sides is about half the world.

"Well, I guess I have collected some reliable information."

Serabelle spoke incoherently while scratching her food.

"Sister Mary, do you remember what I told you before about the news I got from Kaito Kidd?"

"Are you talking about the one about Chris Wynyard?" Akai Mary's brows were still furrowed.

"Yes, according to the information I have received so far, he will probably appear on Broadway in New York the day after tomorrow, so I plan to go over and take a look."

"But wouldn't it be dangerous if we get involved with that organization?" Sera Masumi interrupted.

"It shouldn't be that dangerous."

Serabelle swallowed a mouthful of food and shrugged.

"After all, the other party probably doesn't know what I look like."

"Eh? But Berni-chan, didn't you meet the people from that organization last time? Will your identity be exposed?"

"It was just a brief encounter. Besides, it was so dark at that time, so he probably couldn't see anything clearly. And even if he could see clearly, how would he describe me? Black hair, yellow skin, Asian? This description is too general..."

Serabelle pouted.

"Oh, I was wearing a windbreaker that day and it was a bit conspicuous, but now that the weather is getting warmer, who would go out wearing a windbreaker? If I change my clothes, I won't be recognized anymore."

"That's right~"

Sera gave a thumbs up firmly.

This brings us to the correctness of Mary Akai's decision in London at that time.

Because I don't know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, I decided to go alone, so that even if I really encounter any unexpected events, I will have a backup plan.

In contrast, if Serabelle had gone with them, even if she could have killed all the ambushers, she might have been photographed by members of the organization hiding further away, exposing her identity.

After all, since the other party wanted to pretend to infiltrate MI6 at that time, it means that he had not yet successfully planted an undercover agent in MI6.

At least not among the top management...

In this way, even if the other party succeeds, Serabelle's identity will never be exposed in the short term, and there will be enough time to take Sera Masumi away from the UK.

"But it's not certain." Serabelle poured some soup into the rice and stirred it skillfully with chopsticks. "This is just a guess for now. Maybe the other party is not a member of the organization at all. After all, as a big star, why would he get involved with a black organization that doesn't even dare to show its head?"

"Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, we must not take it lightly!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Akai Mary scolded sternly.

"The other party is an organization that even I have been tracking down for so many years with MI6 connections and still have no clue about. No one knows how large their sphere of influence is, so even if the possibility is small, we must be fully prepared!"

"If I'm prepared, of course."

Serabelle gave her a look to reassure her.

"On the one hand, the other party probably doesn't know I exist at all. On the other hand, I have already hired someone who can cover for me."

"Who?" Akai Mary asked immediately.

"Kudo Yukiko, currently living in 2-chome 21-ichi, Beika-cho."

Serabelle directly gave the contact address.

He didn't say how Yukiko would specifically cover for him, but Akai Mary didn't ask.

Because it makes no sense.

Just like those who go looking for venture capital will modify their business plans to the greatest extent possible to make them sound both attractive and reliable, people are subjective, and even if more is said now, it will only give Akai Mary a little more psychological comfort.

If something unexpected really happens, the only thing that will be useful is the contact address.

"Kudo Yukiko... I seem to have heard of her. She used to be called Fujimine Yukiko, and she was a good friend of Sharon Wynyard."

Sera Masumi swallowed the last bite of food, thought seriously for a while, and said firmly.

She didn't have any other intentions, she just wanted to provide the information she could think of at the moment.

However, Akai Mari did not reply.

Serabelle didn't reply.

Her eyes wandered between the two silent people for a while, and the girl with tiger teeth carefully picked up the bowl and stood up.

"That...I've eaten."

Akai Mary hummed without looking away: "Majun, go back to your room and do your homework first. I have something to tell Bell."

"Oh oh..."

Although he was very curious about what his mother would say to Onii-chan, considering the heavy atmosphere at the scene, after weighing the pros and cons, Shiliang Da Maomao tactfully took the bowl into the kitchen and went back to his bedroom to do his homework.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind her, Akai Mary jumped off the dining chair and walked step by step to Serabel.

Their eyes met, and the British girl opened her red lips.

"This time...how confident are you?"