Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In fact, is it really "ability"?

——The two young girls came up with so many shocking guesses after just a few exchanges.

"Your way of expressing your worry is so cute. But people who aren't honest have blond hair."

"I'm just worried about my own safety."

There was no expression on her face and her voice was as cold as Yukino's as she explained.

She put a lot of emphasis on 'myself'.

Yes, yes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha laughed secretly.

Chapter 104 Yukinoshita's strengths and weaknesses

"We have new companions."

"Welcome."

Around the long table were rows of vintage high-backed Western chairs. After the meeting began, the lighting became dimmer, with only a copper lamp in the center of the table emitting a faint yellow light like a dozen fireflies.

The decayed mahogany bookshelf, the pure wool carpet, the peeling but not damaged wall paint, the aged and green candlesticks and... the ticking sound of the second hand.

There are quite a few people in the dark environment.

"What should I call you? You should have given yourself a 'name', right?"

Yukinoshita Yukino spoke with an expressionless mask: "Cat."

"Cat...?" The organizer chuckled twice and snapped his fingers in the direction of Yukino.

After a moment, her expressionless mask was suddenly stained with light blue and black paint, and a black cat with dark blue pupils leaped into the pale background and took root there.

"It's a pity that Huojianshe left, but rules are rules." The inward-shrinking black vortex didn't look like a human face, but Xueno felt that he was looking at her curiously: "I hope you can bring new possibilities to the dance."

"Ms. Cat, welcome to the Masquerade."

"You will gradually understand some rules after attending one party after another, but there is only one thing -" the host said with a kind smile: "Never, never disclose information about the party and its members to non-party members -"

"My advice is, it's best not to say anything."

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't say anything, but nodded.

well.

The organizer retracted his gaze and knocked on the table:

"Let's start trading. The authorities seem to have tightened their control recently. I heard that many organizations smaller than ours have suspended their activities. Perhaps we will soon enter a long-term hibernation, so everyone, seize every precious opportunity."

The format of the 'flea market' was so simple and direct that it was beyond Yukinoshita Yukino's expectations: although Kasumigaoka Utaha had told her in detail before, seeing it with her own eyes was always more shocking and...absurd than hearing about it.

This group of guys who have transcended "mortals" really started to do business one after another...

"What do you think?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned forward to make sure she spoke softly so Yukino could hear her: "I told you."

“It’s hard to believe…”

"The solution to your 'problem' lies among these people. Should I do it or should you?"

Yukinoshita Yukino shook her head slightly.

Once you take this step, of course everything depends on yourself.

In the gap between the voices, she moved her ears and suddenly heard a familiar topic.

"…I need an item that can protect me from Disqualification."

Disqualified?

"A friend of mine, yes, it is not in the organization - to become a "contact", it can't resist the surge of mysterious infections from both sides."

The man wearing a cute raccoon mask said, "I need something to help it get through this difficult time." Then he looked at the organizer and said, "If you have any way, I can provide you with the information you want to know - you, or everyone here, should know that I know a lot."

The 'it' that the raccoon was talking about was probably a very important person, so much so that everyone could hear the anxiety in his voice: this was not the quality that an 'intelligence officer' should have.

"Contact? There's no way to resist..."

"So your friends don't qualify, raccoon."

Opposite him, the figure who was playing with the Rubik's Cube twisted it and said casually: "The 'Contactor' is the prerequisite for the 'Ritualist'. If your friend can't even bear the 'mystery' brought by the 'Contactor', I don't think it's necessary for you to help..."

Click.

A few seconds later, the restored eighth-order Rubik's Cube was thrown casually on the table.

The speaker looked up.

There is a cloudy eye carved into the mask.

"Survival of the fittest. You are doing useless work."

Although she couldn't see his facial expression, Kasumigaoka Utaha could clearly hear the coldness in Raccoon's tone: "This matter seems to have nothing to do with you."

Eyes shrugged and said in a very youthful voice: "Just chatting, I'm just trying to persuade you not to waste your time on trash."

“There is not just one way in the world.”

"Yes, yes. Unfortunately, what you said was only valid before the new era. We are all gifted humans who have been blessed. Some of you here have even begun to break away from the limitations of humans. No matter how hard the waste tries, it is just a waste of resources. If you have that kind of thing, you might as well use it at the ball. Being able to protect the "disqualified" from risks proves that it can also play a role in the face of pollution from higher organisms."

"That's a lot of different prices, raccoon."

The raccoon was silent.

It can be seen that the two people have never gotten along well.

One is a "profiteer" who seems loyal to his friends but is a bit cunning; the other is a spoiler who is domineering but subtly "reminds" everyone.

Masquerade...

The interpersonal relationships here are surprisingly simple.

Yukinoshita Yukino's brain was working rapidly.

That's right, simple.

For her, she can draw a clear logical diagram of interpersonal relationships in her mind from just a few words and each person's different stance and behavior - this is a natural ability given to her by her living environment.

As long as she was in the organization and as long as she attended the meetings long enough, this logical picture became clearer.

very good…

Mr. Raccoon?

I think I have something like what you are talking about.

dong dong.

Yukinoshita Yukino knocked on the table.

The masks all looked over at the same time.

"Mr. Raccoon, I think I should be able to provide you with some information."

information?

"That's right. I can't guarantee that you can get it 100%, nor can I guarantee the authenticity of the information. Even so, do you need it?"

Yukinoshita Yukino is not stupid, and there is no benefit in jumping out and saying 'I have what you want'.

She just wanted to use the 'message' in exchange for a private conversation with Mr. Raccoon.

"If it's news..."

That friend must be really important to him.

Raccoon didn't think much and nodded decisively: "Of course." He looked at the organizer: "I hope to use your 'independent' room."

"No problem. Who will pay for it?"

Providing an independent space for members to trade comes at a price, and the organizer is not a philanthropist.

This new guy doesn't seem to be able to...

"I'll pay for it."

Raccoon stood up and nodded to Yukinoshita Yukino: "Please rest assured, we cannot hurt each other in the 'independent' space created by the organizer." He knew that this 'cat lady' with a cold voice was participating in the party for the first time, so he explained.

"Come with me."

On the left side at the end of the conference room, there is a small door covered with silk cloth.

Before Yukinoshita Yukino pushed the chair away and stood up, she glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha secretly and poked her senior's thigh with her finger.

Reassure her.

……

The independent space is much smaller than the conference room, and is only large enough to accommodate a round table and three or four chairs.

Mr. Raccoon and Yukino sat facing each other.

"Let's get straight to the point, Miss Cat. How are you going to sell your information?"

"No news."

Xue Na paused and said, "I have the item you mentioned that can resist "disqualification."

The raccoon got a little excited and leaned forward on the table, "What?"

"Have you ever seen anything like that?!"

"Does it really exist?"

"It's not 'seen'." Yukinoshita Yukino corrected seriously: "It's 'owned'."

Items to protect against "disqualification"...

Really exists...

The raccoon sat back in his chair in disbelief: This new member who joined on the first day...

Yukinoshita Yukino continued nonchalantly, "I do have it, and I can give it to you now."

She rolled up her sleeves, removed the rubber band from her wrist, and threw it to the raccoon across the table.

Not caring at all about its value.

——Because according to Yukino’s calculations, this rubber band from a certain bad girl had been worn by her for many days…

Haha, it’s almost ineffective.

and so…

"So to show my sincerity, I can let you verify it first." Yukinoshita Yukino pointed to the rubber band on the table, and her cold voice was filled with sincerity, as if she was a child who was ignorant of the world but had a treasure in his hand: "Let your friend wear it on his wrist, it can probably keep it safe for three to five days."

"Once you've verified it, we can discuss 'price'."

The price after verification will be determined by me.

Press… “times”, or press “items”.

The deep blue eyes behind the mask quietly flashed with calculation.

——As a Yukinoshita, this is something that is ingrained in my bones.

then…

Just accept Mr. Raccoon's gratitude.

"Are you sure you want to give this to me?"

“…It’s worth more than you think, newbie.”

"Have you verified its effectiveness?"

"Wait - I, I seem to feel... an extraordinary power..."

Listening to Mr. Raccoon's excited words, it soon turned into an "adult's advice" to her not to show off her wealth at the dance party.