The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

A medicine that can cause pain to the point of losing personality, damaging memory, and destroying perception.

In fact, the cost of this drug is very expensive, but there is no way...

Who makes [Boss] really small-minded?

And although efficiency comes first, profit comes first is the philosophy of Capte Group...

But after all, the Captor Group is made up of people.

And a group composed of people will definitely have selfish desires.

It's just that the Capt Group only serves the selfish desires of Capt Resi.

……

"Mandra, you're awake...the operation was successful. You have become a pure-blooded Aslan! It will be up to you to restore Victoria's glory in the future!"

"!"

Mandela, who had just woken up and was still a little confused, immediately opened her eyes after hearing Capt's words, and at the same time reached out to touch her ears.

Of course, it was still a familiar touch, and the tips of the cat ears had not become dull.

The ears of the Aslan clan are shorter and rounder than those of ordinary films.

'Fortunately, I haven't changed... Really, if you want to change, you have to become a leader like Drac? '

Mandela breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the familiar face in front of her that needed a beating, her not-so-smart mind realized that she had been tricked.

"..."

But Mandela did not lose her temper like before because she was tricked by Capt.

She looked around and saw the familiar ruins, while the soldiers in Shenchi were busy cleaning up the remaining Victoria soldiers.

Among them, Vaifan, who holds a city-breaking spear, and Luper, who holds a shield that can launch grenades, caused Shenchi a lot of trouble.

"thanks……"

Mandela's thin voice reached Capt's ears, but Capt put on a sad expression.

"Oh~ I didn't expect that I worked so hard to save you, but all I got in exchange was a light thank you... It hurts, it hurts too much. What on earth have I done to make you disrespect me so much and regard my help as yours?" Take it for granted? You don’t even want to call me brother like you did when you were a kid!"

Capt put his hands to his heart.With a devastated look, Mandela looked like an opera singer with grandiose movements.

Mandela was silent for a moment, and then forced out a few words from her throat, which was a little unfamiliar.

"Thank you Capt...brother."

"I can't hear you! I can't hear you at all! You want to express your gratitude to me in such a low voice? Do it again!"

"..."

Mandela clenched her fists.

Although she knew that Capt saved her life...but she really wanted to hit him.

Does Capt know how to read the atmosphere?

But there is no way. At this moment, I can't be tough in front of Capt.

And... In fact, Mandela was not very resistant.

Anyway, it’s not like I didn’t scream when I was a kid.

However, if one of his subordinates hears their respected leader softly calling others brother, then his career as a cadre in Shenchi will be over, right?

Now, while there is no one around, let's make a loud, loud noise to block this guy's mouth!

"Thank you! Brother Capte...are you satisfied?"

"Good! Very energetic! I'm very satisfied... It's worth the medicine to hear you call me brother!"

"...So, how should I repay you?"

Mandela ignored Capt's nonsense behind him.

She knew the situation best... The potion that could pull her out of hell was definitely expensive.

Most of the so-called Originium inhibitors sold on the market are just pain relievers in a different package.

But the medicine Capte gave him was different...it really suppressed the rapidly increasing concentration of Originium in Mandela's body at that time.

This is the true Originium Inhibitor.

But...if what he just took was a real Originium inhibitor, how should Mandela repay Capte?

Mandela didn't know.

So she chose to ask directly.

……

"...It's too early to talk about repayment, Mandela."

Capt changed the subject.

It is indeed too early.

If you want Mandela to give up her bottom line and become a tool in the hands of Capt like Manticore and Jeston, who regard Capt's orders above all else, just a life-saving grace is not enough.

For Mandela, some things are more important than her own life, so how could she destroy what she wanted to do even at the cost of saving her life?

Only by putting a long line can you catch big fish.

Although for some people, overly heavy favors are more likely to arouse hostility, Black Snake is certain that Mandela is not that kind of person.

Capt did not secretly add the black snake to the potion this time to erode the not-so-smart Film... After all, the value of the other party is not like that of Mephistopheles, and it is worth risking his identity to fight for it.

Not everyone is worthy of being corrupted by the black snake.

Especially the body of Capt, which involves too many things, is not suitable for exposing the existence of the black snake.

But Black Snake thinks that he still has the ability to discern people... Well, it is mainly based on the inference that Mandela has never killed Cept in the many futures predicted by Cept.

In the [futures] predicted by Capt, even though the leader of the deep pool had used emotions and words to completely control the not-so-smart Felin, Mandela did not show any concern for Capt. How about, at best, they are locked in a small room isolated from the world... There is no way, after all, the few months that Capt and Mandela spent together were far less than the years that Mandela stayed in the deep pool.

At least that's what Black Snake thinks.

No one understands human nature better than Him!

But it doesn't matter...because feelings change.

Capte was confident that he would snatch away the chess piece that had been "temporarily stored" by the leader in the deep pool for many years in a short period of time.

Black snakes like to steal other people's things.

This is the instinct of [erosion].

……

"You are already an infected person, Mandela."

"Although it is only mild, and there are no obvious black crystals on the outside, after all, you were infected due to excessive use of spells, and were restrained by [Mule's Medicine]... However, this does not change the fact that you are an infected person. "

"That drug will only be effective on infected people, and it can only contain it, not eradicate it."

"Mandra... do you feel a dull pain somewhere inside your body?"

"The torture you will suffer is far more than this. You will not be able to go back to your old life in the future. Ore Disease will completely change your destiny."

"People who once followed you will leave you, and even turn around to hate you and spurn you. It will be difficult for you to lead your warriors, and it will be difficult for your compatriots to accept you..."

"Mandra, is this worth it?"

Capt asked Mandela, who was still lying weakly on the ground in front of him.

"...It's also a sacrifice."

Mandela was silent for a moment and replied in a low voice.

Then he said harshly:

"What's more, maybe you made a mistake again this time? Don't have a preconceived idea of ​​our leader just because you saw that fake... She is strong and gentle, and she will never give up on me!"

Capt said noncommittally.

"Indeed, maybe I made a mistake again this time... What's more, a fool who is not even afraid of death, how can he be afraid of ore disease? At worst, he could just commit suicide."

Capt extended his hand to Mandela.

Mandela originally wanted to hold Capt's hand outstretched to her and use his strength to stand up, but the outstretched arm suddenly stopped midway.

Yes, she is already an infected person.

Mandela hesitated.

But suddenly, Capt took the initiative to hold Mandela's hand and pulled her up.

"Mandra...it's not your fault that you're stupid. After all, it's an unchangeable fate. But it's your fault that you're stupid and don't improve yourself through learning."

Seeing Mandela's surprised look, Capt laughed and said:

"You don't even know that normal human contact with an infected person will not cause infection, do you? With this level of knowledge, you still want to save your compatriots? In my group, this is common sense that even the cleaning staff knows... …Well, I really worry about the future of my compatriots whom I have never met.”

Mandela ignored Capt's cynicism.

She was just reminiscing about what she had just felt.

'Capt's hands... are so warm. '

It was as warm as Mandela's memory when the two met for the first time.

……

Just when Capt used his "superb speaking skills" to try to pry Mandela's heart, continue to increase the intimacy, and prepare to "win" Mandela away from Abrana.

Things were not peaceful around the communication tower in Xiaoqiu County.

"...Does your Captor Group want to be the enemy of Victoria?"

The horn stared at Jeston in front of him.

At this time, the other party's posture was different from that in the banquet hall.

The dark iron covered the opponent's hands and turned into a pair of broadswords.

The black metal floating around has intercepted countless artillery fires for its owner.

……

"Dear Earl White Wolf's daughter, the Captor Group has always abided by Victoria's laws and regulations, and how can a business group be qualified to be Victoria's enemy... Don't talk nonsense without evidence."

Jeston answered calmly.

Then with a wave of his hand, the floating black metal gathered into an iron knife and slashed out of the air, splitting a Victoria garrison in half who was approaching him sneakily, and blood was spread on the ground.

"...Capt Group will pay the price."

Seeing this, Horn frowned.

Although the local garrison has violated Victoria's bottom line, the Horn would rather send these garrison to a military court than to be killed by a guy with unknown purpose.

"Really? Miss Scamanderos...then I want to ask you, what price should these Victorian soldiers pay for indiscriminately attacking civilians?"

"...what will usher them in will be Victoria's trial."

"Haha, do you believe what you say? Dear noble lady... I'm sorry, I have lived in Colombia for too long, and I no longer know how to treat a Victorian nobleman with etiquette."

"Such boring words cannot anger me... Since you have forgotten how to treat a noble, then I guess you have not forgotten how to treat an enemy."

"Misunderstanding! I told you it was a misunderstanding! The Capte Group has never wanted to be an enemy of Victoria."

"Then why are you here?"

"Of course to prevent this disaster from happening!"

At this time, Jeston himself didn't believe what he said, but he had no choice.

[Boss]’s original words are really this.

Jeston felt that his boss's habit of talking nonsense was the same as his taste in naming, and he was hopeless.

Chapter 2: After teasing the silly cat and then teasing the autistic manticore, it is a beautiful thing.

"Ah~ I'm so sorry, dear Leo, I was busy with some important things just now... Is there anything you want to report to me?"