About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Come on, you XXXX (down-to-earth Longmen swear words)!!"

Exia stuck his head out of the car window, waved, and then happily got back into the car.

"I never thought I would do such an idiotic thing with you..."

Texas, who was driving, sighed, but a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, the group (mainly the Archangels) had just robbed an "air gun shooting" stall in a park and got away with it. They were truly a group of evil people.

The trio of Texas, Exiah, and Orson initially only used Exiah himself as the "atmosphere group" to maintain balance.

After all, Texas basically has a blank expression on her face most of the time, and no one knows whether she is happy or angry.

Orson acts as a "fuse", trying his best to stop the idiot when Archangel is about to do something outrageous.

However, as the three of them continued to "wander aimlessly", even Texas seemed to be slowly infected by the atmosphere. It cannot be said that he took the initiative to follow Archangel to do stupid things, but he no longer resisted. He followed the crowd and started various messy actions while complaining.

"Ah, stop the car, Texas~~"

Exia hadn't finished opening the gifts she had just looted, and when passing by a bar, Exia waved to Texas to stop.

"What's wrong, Exia? Are you feeling unwell?"

Orson came over and asked, while Exia shook his head.

"No, Orson, it just so happens that everyone has nothing to do today, so let's go to the bar for a drink!"

“Uh…”

Exiah pointed to the bar on the roadside and said excitedly, and Texas, who was sitting in the driver's seat, did not refute Exiah this time. Instead, he nodded slightly to indicate that it was not impossible.

"Orson, you said before that you can't drink, right?"

"Yeah, come to think of it, you guys have seen it before..."

Orsen rubbed his hair and responded somewhat embarrassedly. When he first joined Penguin Logistics and introduced himself, he told everyone that he was intolerant to alcohol.

At first, everyone didn't quite believe it, but then one day, when Archangel Nero, who was the first to arrive at the office to get breakfast, saw Orson lying unconscious on the ground, he was almost scared to death.

When Orson regained consciousness, everyone found out that he was unconscious because he tasted the rum ice cream while making it.

After that, 'Orson can't drink alcohol' became one of the few facts that everyone in Penguin Logistics accepted.

Back in the present, Texas parks the car and tosses the keys to Orson.

"I'll leave the driving to you, Orson. Just for a chat, come in and sit down."

Texas looked at Orson. Although his eyes were still calm and composed, this time there was a hint of expectation in them.

"Well, please leave it to me."

Orson nodded. Although he was like Altaïr meeting water when it came to alcohol (meaning he would break into pieces at the first touch), unless he met a first-sight killer like Ghost Sister, Orson still had a chance of avoiding the coma ending.

The bar chosen by Angel was somewhat familiar to Orson. The last time he was pulled over by Chen Huijie and fell unconscious, and when he was resurrected from (Chen's) bed, he went to this bar.

"Did Texas and Exia often drink together in the past?"

After they sat down, Orson, unfamiliar with the bar's drinks and procedures, rarely offered to help. Instead, he sat in his seat and asked the two curiously.

"Well, it's okay. Actually, I used to just drink some wine distributed by the church after prayer, but since I joined Penguin Logistics, because the boss himself is an alcoholic, we have more or less been exposed to some drinking parties."

Exiah said as he ordered a glass of cider.

"By the way, I once visited the prayer church early and saw that the wine they gave us was just grape juice mixed with mineral water!"

Exiah rarely showed an angry expression and knocked on the table to protest, while Orson was a little curious why Exiah reacted so strongly to drinking fake wine.

"When I first participated in the hotel protection operation with the boss, Angelus thought he could drink a lot, but he ended up drinking a bottle of Sargon Special in one gulp and was then carried away."

Texas quietly revealed the secrets from the side.

"Wow... I always thought I was a great drinker, but it turns out it was just grape juice mixed with water!"

Exiah had a look of regret on his face and drank the cider that had just been handed to him.

As for Texas, she ordered a glass of "The Godfather". She seemed a little absent-minded while looking at the glass. Perhaps it was not because of the cocktail, but the past experience behind this cocktail.

"Drink slowly, Exia. I heard drinking too quickly can make you drunk!"

Orson held a cup of hot milk in his hand, warning the Archangel in a frightening tone while putting the "secret recipe for height increase" into his mouth in small sips.

"Just kidding, I'm invincible now! I feel so light, and this is the first time I've ever drunk with such joy. I have nothing to fear anymore. After this drink, I'll go back home and blow up the school!"

It was obvious that Angelica had a great time with Orson and Texas today. She was having fun faster and more vigorously than in any previous drinking party.

25 minutes later--

"Zzzz...Zzzz"

The Angel of Death, who was still setting flags half an hour ago, was now collapsed on the sofa and snoring. Even the RGB light on his head showed the prompt "0x000000 The memory cannot be read".

"Ugh, I ended up drinking too much...Texas, should we go back?"

Orson, who was not very good at persuading others to drink or not, sighed as he looked at the Archangel and asked Texas beside him.

"...Orson"

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

Texas called Orson's name in a low voice. At the same time, she slowly stood up from the sofa, staggered to Orson, and then -

It fell directly on Orson with a plop.

"Ehhhhhhh!? Texas?"

Orson was stunned for a moment. He looked at Texas in panic, who was now in close contact with him. Then he noticed in the dim light that Texas's delicate face had been covered with a blush at some point.

“Texas?”

"Uh-huh..."

Orson tried to call Texas, but the lone wolf just snorted softly, and the hot breath spread across Orson's cheek.

——As a result, Texas and Exia both drank too much!

Unlike Exia who was drinking and making loud promises, Texas had been drinking slowly in small sips, getting drunk silently.

Look at what you have been protecting! It turns out you have protected nothing!

"Anyway, let's take Texas—"

"Orson... I... don't want to be... a lone wolf..."

"—"

With his brain numbed by alcohol, Texas, half asleep and half awake, uttered these words.

Unlike her usual cold and trustworthy appearance, Texas must have experienced unforgettable, tearing and stinging memories, but this lone wolf never took the initiative to tell others about it.

"Don't be afraid, you are not alone, Texas."

Orson reached out his hand and gently stroked Texas' hair. Texas finally slowed down his slightly rapid breathing, and his eyes in the dream were no longer as wrinkled as before.

——The side he shows to others is a calm and carefree detachment, but in reality he is just a young wolf cub that has been hurt and is afraid of being alone.

Orson thought so in his heart, and at the same time, the hand that was touching the dog's head with a smile accidentally touched the ear on Texas' head.

Der~

As long as his palm touched Texas's furry ears, they would immediately stick to his hair, and when his palm was removed, they would bounce back up.

"Eh……"

The nature of the "touching" changed at this moment. Orson was no longer the soul friend who "accompanied her to comfort the injured wolf", but became a naughty child who "was so fun to scratch his ears".

"Holy crap, bro! This guy must be that Luper from Penguin Logistics, right? How could you possibly have gotten him? And you're even doing something so erotic in public?"

"what?"

A drunk uncle passing by gave Orson a thumbs-up after seeing the posture of Orson and Texas. Orson naturally tilted his head in confusion at first, and then realized how bad the "structural status" of himself and Texas was at a glance.

To others, Orson looked like a wealthy, powerful second-generation tycoon who'd come to the bar to play with women. He'd sit down on the sofa, and the women nearby would lean over, even willingly tolerating his wanton play with their sensitive parts (ears). The first victim was a Lupo girl, and next to him lay another, tender, Sakota girl, waiting to be tasted.

Orson gently moved Texas away from himself, then stood up in a flash, so fast!

——It’s better to send Texas and Exia back as soon as possible!

It's not about chivalry, but if I stay like this any longer and get caught by acquaintances/reporters, I'm afraid I'll have to sit in the private room of the Guard Bureau again the next day.

Orson drank the remaining milk in the cup, and then began to carry the two penguin logistics porters who "carried life and death".

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I've heard a lot about Texas and Exia today, but it turns out none of this is free...

Orson thought so as he didn't dare to call for a pause in front of so many people and could only hold a girl with one hand and move towards the exit like a porter.

After moving the two people who still showed no signs of waking up into the car, Orson drove to the room where Texas lived based on the information he had obtained previously.

After leaving the sleepy angel in the car and setting up more than 5 alarm tracking detection devices around the area, Orson carried Texas to the apartment.

Just as Orson had expected, the decoration of Texas' room was extremely simple, and the room contained only the minimum items and furniture needed to sustain life, just like her lifestyle - full of distance and emptiness.

It doesn't seem like a room a girl should live in, but more like a place where someone who seems like they could disappear at any moment lives.

"..."

Orson gently placed Texas on the bed. Although sleeping in uniform should be uncomfortable, it is better than waking up to find that he had stripped his clothes.

Before leaving the room, Orson thought about it, and finally secretly apologized to the Archangel in the car, while he took out some random ingredients from Texas's refrigerator to make a bowl of stew, put it on the table and put a note on it to remind Texas to heat it up tomorrow. After all, eating something is good for relieving a hangover.

After sending Texas home and accidentally getting a glimpse of the girl's "living conditions", Orson has to deliver the second shipment.

The area where the Angels live is closer to the downtown area, and the decoration style is also much more trendy.

"Ugh...it's so messy."

But the situation in Exiah's room is a bit disappointing. In a sense, it is the complete opposite of Texas. Orson can find a silencer in the kitchen and a vacuum cleaner on the wall of the gun maintenance workbench.

After moving the Archangel, who still had the 404error RGB light tube on her head, to the bed, Orson finally couldn't hold back his excitement when he saw the Archangel lying on the bed with a flushed face and gasping softly. He rolled up his sleeves on the spot and helped Archangel clean up the room.

When Orson was looking at the underwear scattered on the ground and wondering whether to clean it up, he suddenly sensed the invasion of an "outsider".

"Stay away from her, you little thief. You picked the wrong target, didn't you?"

"—"

Following the sound, I looked towards the entrance. A "fallen angel" with long blue hair was leaning against the door, holding a staff in his hand and looking at Orson with a smile.

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"Did you choose the wrong target?"

"—"

After seeing the blue-haired "angel", Orson was stunned.

I knew this Sakota girl, but for a moment I couldn't remember her name.

Because the situation was more urgent than he had imagined, Orson had to prove his identity immediately, so he followed the most subconscious thought in his mind and said the girl's name:

"You misunderstood, Miss Timo!"

"..."

It seems I called the wrong name.

The blue-haired fallen angel still maintained a smiling expression, but the degree of the Originium skill stimulated by the staff in his hand was approaching the critical point.

"I'm a companion of Exiah, and I recently joined Penguin Logistics. You should have heard this information, right, Mordred... uh, Miss Angel?"

Orson wisely decided not to try to find out the girl's real name for the time being.

"A new employee, a companion of Exiah, hmm. It seems you've done a very thorough investigation, New Employee Shonen-kun? But unfortunately, I haven't received any information about the new companion from the Emperor, so - I apologize."

The blue-haired angel pointed the staff in his hand at Orson, and the faint light of the Originium skill became more and more dazzling.

——The emperor didn’t tell the other members?

Hearing the blue-haired angel's words, Orson recalled the time two or three days ago when he was dragged out by Q Coins:

Because he became an employee of both Penguin Logistics and "Fengchi Logistics (fake)", and the emperor happened to be an acquaintance of the boss of Fengchi Logistics, the penguin used this as an excuse to go out and have a drink with his old friend.

"Listen up, Orson! From now on, you're an employee of Penguin Logistics. I'll share this information with all of our employees. If you get into trouble out there, just mention my name!"