About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

The emperor said this to Orson with a solemn oath, patting his belly.

"Hahaha! I advise you not to listen to him. This was originally just a robbery. If you mention the name of the famous emperor, it will probably become a murder."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, O'El, the chairman of Fengchi Logistics, who was nearly 1 meters tall and had pectoral muscles several times bigger than those of Exia, took over the conversation with a big laugh.

"Gah! You, a guy who can only bang his head against the wall, have no right to complain about me like that!"

The emperor flapped his wings and retorted angrily, while Orson was chatting with another young Fengti boy named Baisong, who was about the same height as himself, at the bar a little away from the table where they were sitting.

"Your dad is so big... that head and that height, I'm so envious."

Orson stared at Baisong's father with envy, and Baisong, who heard these subtle words, glanced at Orson, then silently moved a few steps to the side.

"No, uh... that's not what I meant. What I meant was that I also want to have that toned body and that super confident way of speaking."

Orson quickly explained that he had finally gotten rid of Ino (Mephistopheles) temporarily, and he could not call himself a gay no matter what.

"I actually find it quite troublesome to get along with him sometimes... Anyway, you must be Mr. Orson, right? I've heard from my father that you're a very talented person. Furthermore, the Emperor told me that he could learn a lot from you, and I hope you can provide him with guidance."

Baisong politely extended his hand to Orson with a very humble attitude.

"Guidance or something... Hehehe, since the boss has said so, then I will teach you all my unique skills! From today on, you are my apprentice number one. Anyway, let's start with 'talking, learning, entertaining and singing'."

"...?"

Baisong tilted his head when he heard the incomprehensible words.

"Hmm? Didn't you ask me to teach you the basics of crosstalk?"

Orson blinked and asked, after all, he always thought that his "greatest ability" was crosstalk.

"Hmm? I thought it was a courier's transportation technique."

Baisong also blinked. After all, Xiaoniu was currently learning to become a qualified courier in order to take over Fengchi Logistics in the future.

"Idiot, it's electronic music!"

Finally, the emperor on the side announced the correct answer.

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Back to the present, facing the blue-haired angel's Originium staff, Orson understood two things:

First, his grand plan of "promoting crosstalk culture to all parts of Terra" is still at a standstill.

Secondly, the Emperor, this birdman, was only responsible for bragging and did not inform other employees who were not at Longmen of his existence.

——This damn penguin... From now on, you can only find Wallace when you go out to eat!

Orson cursed the emperor in his heart with an extremely vicious curse to avenge his failure, and at the same time thought about how he could prove his identity.

But the blue-haired angel in front of the door didn't seem to intend to continue confronting Orson.

"The excuse of finding this place is enough. Your spirit of not giving up really touched me. - Chain of Desolate Time"

The blue-haired angel smiled as always, and then activated the final step of the Originium technique.

In an instant, a clock dial constructed from pure Originium spell energy emerged from behind the blue-haired angel. The hour hand and minute hand intertwined with each other and finally overlapped at Orson.

clang--

After a low bell rang, the blue-haired angel put away his staff.

"Because it only affects one target, the Black Key isn't necessary—there seems no need to explain this to you now, Mr. Intruder."

The blue-haired fallen angel still had a smile on her face. She walked gently towards Orson, but the latter became completely motionless, just like the white-faced owl in the update system.

[Chain of Desolate Time], also known as [Zhavarudo Youth Version] to be more down-to-earth, is an Originium skill that can freeze time for a specific target within a certain range.

"Are you a killer from Syracuse? Or perhaps a hired assassin from one of Penguin Logistics' many enemies? Anyway, let me see the weapon you hold in your hand first."

The fallen angel walked up to Orson and looked at the weapon in his hand - it was a rag.

"..."

He was planning to put this thing into the mouth of the Archangel to cause suffocation.

The fallen angel was stunned for a moment, but quickly imagined the purpose of this thing.

"There were also unusual noises in the kitchen. Are they planning to fake it as a gas leak or explosion? It's their usual trick... huh?"

The fallen angel walked towards the kitchen, but what he saw was not the cut gas line, but porridge simmering on low heat.

The fallen angel tilted his head, but didn't dwell on it. After all, assassins were often considered to be somewhat deviant. Perhaps this young killer's hobby was simply to consume porridge after killing his target... perhaps.

The fallen angel turned off the gas stove and then looked around the room.

It seems to be much cleaner than the last time I came back, although it feels like it's only half cleaned.

The fallen angel glanced at Orson. This guy was probably a killer disguised as a cleaning staff, huh.

Having reached this conclusion, the Fallen Angel walked to the bedside of the Archangel.

At this time, Angel's face was still flushed because of the weight gain. She was lying on the bed in her Penguin Logistics uniform, which was full of wrinkles because she turned over from time to time.

The fallen angel stretched out his hand and gently stroked the warm cheek of the Archangel, his expression still smiling.

"Haha, your alcohol tolerance is still not that good, Exia."

The fallen angel slowly moved her palm to the Archangel's forehead, and while brushing back her short red hair, she gently leaned over and kissed the Archangel's forehead with her lips.

"That's right, just keep going like this, Exia. Let me bear all the sins, and you just need to continue basking in the sunshine—"

“Ah…Ah!”

"—!"

Suddenly, a panicked and short sneeze was heard behind him. The fallen angel immediately stood up from beside the Archangel, took out his staff and pointed it at the source of the sound - Orson who was frozen in time.

Orson remained motionless, while the blue-haired angel stared at him silently with his pale green eyes. The two of them looked at each other in an extremely weird atmosphere.

"..."

Within a few seconds, a trace of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the "frozen" Orson.

"boom!!"

"Wow!"

Without a second thought, the fallen angel activated his staff and launched an attack of pure Originium energy, while the "frozen Orson" dodged the attack by turning his head.

"You weren't frozen by the Chains of Desolate Time?"

The fallen angel looked at Orson, and although his expression did not change, there was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Actually, I've already broken through the time-stop state, but I always feel like... uh, it's not the right time to release it yet..."

Orson avoided the question. A lily had just blossomed in front of him (and it was a drunken sleep play), and it was obvious that Orson had not recovered yet.

"...In Lateran, a kiss on the forehead signifies trust and protection. I hope you will know this and then die."

"Wait a minute—ngh!"

The powerful spell burst out from the staff and rushed towards him like a shotgun, and Orson could only invalidate the opponent's attack.

"Oh, it seems he's no ordinary assassin."

The fallen angel raised his eyebrows slightly when his attack suddenly disappeared.

"I'm really a new employee at Penguin Logistics! You can call Texas... No, Texas is probably dreaming right now. You can contact Kong Croissant and the others."

Orson was still trying to explain his legal identity, and this time the other party nodded.

"I see. Perhaps that's true. But the current situation has nothing to do with your identity. Can I eliminate you for personal reasons?"

The fallen angel asked Orson with a smile on his face.

"Please allow me to refuse!?"

The fallen angel pulled out a peculiarly shaped, black staff from the weapon rack on his back and pointed it at Orson.

This time, a dial with a wider range and brighter brightness was engraved on the entire room, and the hour and minute hands were intertwined as always and pointed at Orson.

"【take a bow】"

Orson sighed, and just before the pointers overlapped, he extended his index finger and gently placed it against his lips.

The huge dial instantly dissipated into the air just because of this one action.

Looking at the incomprehensible scene in front of him, for the first time, subtle emotional fluctuations occurred on the fallen angel's face.

"Miss, whose name I can't recall at the moment, I'm not completely incapable of fighting. If you still intend to continue, then I will accompany you to the end."

Orson rubbed his throat, his expression slightly unhappy. He had tried very hard to explain his identity, but this Sakota/Sarkaz girl still had no intention of having a proper conversation with him.

Orson is not the kind of guy who acts stupidly when he sees a girl. When his warnings are ignored, he will choose the most popular way of conversation in the North - negotiating with fists.

"The Chains of Desolate Time were broken, no, forcibly erased? I see, you are—"

"Mmmmmmm..."

The fallen angel seemed to realize something, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the Archangel who climbed out of the bed in a daze.

"My head's spinning... I'm so thirsty... Mastema, you're back... Hey, Mastema!?"

The dazed Angel Exia immediately woke up after seeing the fallen angel, Mostima. She jumped out of bed and walked towards the blue-haired girl.

"When are you coming back--Wow!"

"Be careful!" "Be careful"

Exia, who was still drunk, accidentally fell forward after taking two steps, and Orson and Mostima reached out almost at the same time to try to hug Exia.

The result was that the two of them hugged the fallen Archangel at the same time, and Orson and Mastema were almost stuck together.

"Hey, hey, hey... Sorry, I'm still a little dizzy—oh, Mostima, this is Orson. Although he may not seem very reliable, he's actually a super reliable, almost all-rounder, and an excellent new employee of Penguin Logistics!"

Being hugged by the two men, Exiah smiled carefree, then stood up and introduced Orson's identity to Mostima.

"Orson, is this our new friend, Exia?"

"Rather than saying friends, it's better to say... uh huh, it's almost the same..."

Exia originally wanted to say something, but after glancing at Orson beside him, he changed the subject.

"..."

After hearing Exiah's answer, Mastema was silent for a moment, then she put on her signature business-like smile again.

"I see. Congratulations, Exia, you've made a new friend. As for Orson, I'm sorry. It seems I made a mistake before. I hope we can put aside our prejudices, including what we just saw, and get along well with each other."

Mostima seemed to be apologizing to Orson, but in fact, he was telling Orson in a very subtle way that if he dared to tell others about what he had seen before, he would be in round 2 again.

After knowing the other party's real name, apart from eliminating the awkward feeling of "it's right on the tip of my tongue but I can't say it out", Orson actually still couldn't remember any more specific information about this fallen angel.

But the only thing that can be understood now is that Mastema cares about Archangel very much, but for some reason she does not want to show this care in front of Archangel.

"I've been wrong before, too. I always called you by the wrong name, Mostima-senpai. Please give me your guidance in the future."

Orson didn't intend to bring up something irrelevant. He didn't want to be called "the hunk who called Tallulah his wife" wherever he went.

"0v0? What's going on? It feels like something happened between you and Mastema, Orson."

Exia, who had been sleeping soundly before, looked curiously at the two people who "seemed to have a story".

"It's your illusion, Angel."

Mastema ruffled the Angel's hair skillfully.

"Speaking of which, Mastema, why didn't you tell me you were coming back? If you had told me in advance, I would have brought Orson and Texas to pick you up!"

Exiah's drunken state had not yet dissipated. She leaned against Mastema and complained softly, as if she was acting coquettishly.

"Because I was afraid you would worry about me, but since you've caught me, I won't leave first this time."

Mastema smiled and led Exia back to her bed, explaining slowly.

"Really? You always disappeared suddenly before, leaving no trace at all...!"

"Really, really, Miss Exia, I won't disappear suddenly."

"It's a deal then... I absolutely... um... Zzzz"

Exiah was quickly coaxed back to sleep by Mastema's stroking of her fur.