About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Not only that, now there is even an electric unicorn Jingzhe who claims to be his "sister"... No matter how you look at it, with the arrival of so many people, his already "colorful" life will definitely become even worse.

Putting these people aside, there's also a blue-haired fallen angel who doesn't seem to be a good person either...

While cooking, Orson was thinking about what kind of turbulence would happen in Longmen next. Because of distraction, the egg in Orson's hand accidentally fell down.

"Hmm...Huh?"

Orson reached out to catch the egg, but found that the egg's falling speed suddenly slowed down, and it fell slowly as if it fell into a gel.

"Making breakfast for everyone, Orson~?"

"Ms. Mostima?"

Orson found that the blue fallen angel had appeared beside him at some point. She was leaning against the kitchen door, looking at him with her usual unpredictable smile.

"Nice to meet you again. I didn't expect you to actually be staying temporarily in the Penguin Logistics office. How did you get everyone's permission?"

Mostima walked over to the delayed egg and held it, then released the Originium technique and placed the egg in Orson's palm.

"I am just seriously applying for your residence permit. I am also looking for other places to live, but the current situation does not allow it."

Orson initially wanted to find a room to rent, but after the previous Sicilian Gang attack, he decided to stay at Penguin Logistics for the time being.

Although it may sound a bit arrogant to say this, Orson believes that if he works at Penguin Logistics, he can ensure the safety of these "predecessors" to the greatest extent.

"Yeah, it's not very stable. Things were quite turbulent that night, but now things have finally calmed down. Are you still willing to continue with me, Orson~?"

Mostima smiled and approached Orson. She reached out her hand to him, but the latter dodged it in panic and stepped back.

"Hey, you were so relaxed and at ease when you were 'conquering' girls, why do you treat me differently?"

Mostima asked Orson, and at the same time sat down gently on the kitchen counter and continued to look at Orson.

"...I've never done anything like 'grabbing girls'. I just want to repay those who sincerely help me."

Orson frowned and grumbled quietly, cracking the eggs in his hand into the pan.

"Hehe, what about me?"

Mostima nodded, stretched out her finger and poked Orson with a smile.

"Even you, Miss Mastema."

Orson dodged to the side and responded at the same time, not forgetting to control the rest to roll up the salt bottle next to it and sprinkle salt into the pot.

"Me too... Hehe, in that case, can you make me some breakfast too?"

It seemed that Mostima had no intention of leaving. Instead, she stayed close to Orson and even wrapped her long devil tail around the inside of Orson's thigh, giving Orson goose bumps all over his body.

"Come on - Miss Mastema, if you keep up this behavior, I, uh, will squeeze mustard into your eggs."

Orson delivered a threat in a way that looked lame and actually was lame.

While Orson's personality could restrain most people, he was somewhat overwhelmed by a personality like "Sister Shi Le". As for Mostima, who was even more demonic than Sister Shi Le, Orson was completely passive.

"That sounds really scary~"

Mostima shrugged, indicating that she was frightened by Orson's terrifying threat, and then walked to the dining table next to her and fiddled with the vase on the table.

Orson, who was finally released by the female durian, breathed a sigh of relief, but he thought of something else. While putting the sausages into the pan, he took the initiative to ask Mostima.

"Excalibur was looking for you yesterday. Didn't you go to see her later?"

Hearing the name of the Angel, Mastema just smiled and shook her head.

"That girl is too reckless, and she always has endless enthusiasm and drive. This is the type of person I can't handle. So let her cool down a bit. It will be better for both of us."

"Hmm... Although I don't know the relationship between you and Exia, Miss Mastema, is this really okay? Even I can sense that she misses you, and it's been a long time since you last saw each other, at least - wuwu!?"

Orson was halfway through his words when Mostima suddenly stood up and placed his hands on both sides of his cheeks.

"Although I know you have no ill intentions, it's not a good habit to offer self-righteous advice to others without authorization, Orson. Or rather—have you finally decided to become closer to me, close enough to share each other's sins?"

Mostima extended the tip of her indigo tongue and gently moved closer to Orson. Her warm and moist breath was even visible to the naked eye.

"Ms. Mastema—"

Orson took out a piece of toast and stuffed it into Mostima's mouth, then stepped back to try to create some distance, but before he could take two steps, he bumped into the edge of the table.

"Regarding that night... uh, did you behave like that because you saw me as someone... with some special meaning to you?"

"See him as some kind of character?"

Mostima put the toast in his mouth aside and continued to approach Orson like a hunter.

"What I saw was a saint, but also a demon, a savior, but also a destroyer. He was a redeemer with a steadfast gaze, and at the same time—a false and empty being, unable even to grasp the true nature of his own existence."

"I'm not sure what you're saying, but could you please stop rubbing my head, Miss Mostima..."

Mostima was saying all sorts of fancy and mysterious things, but his hands were constantly rubbing Orson's head back and forth.

"Hahaha, it feels even smoother than I imagined, so I've become a bit addicted. Don't worry, Orson. Did you know that according to Rhine Life's latest research, having your head rubbed is beneficial to physical development?"

"real!!"

"I lied to you."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Orson broke free from Mastema and ran straight to the corner to plant mushrooms.

"Oh my, did I accidentally go too far? Anyway—Orson, it doesn't matter what you are in my eyes. What matters is, what am I in your eyes? An angel, a demon, a chaos mixed in between? You didn't hear my melody last time, so what about this time?"

Mostima put away her usual joking and calm tone. Although she still showed no sadness or joy, Orson felt that this sentence was more formal.

"Come and listen, Orson. My heartbeat, my melody, my everything."

Mostima walked up to Orson, but the fallen angel did not put on a smiling expression as he was about to do. It was the first time Orson noticed that when Mostima put away his smile, there seemed to be a hint of sadness on his face.

"Ms. Mastema, you—"

"Good morning, Orson! I want to have apple for breakfast today—Eh! Momomo Mostima!?"

Orson was just about to listen to Mostima's melody, but something unexpected happened again - Archangel opened the door and greeted Orson carelessly, with Texas following beside him.

The moment she noticed Mastema, her CPU almost overloaded and burned. However, before she could react, Mastema smiled and stuck out his tongue, then pulled out the 'Black Key' behind him and activated the Originium Technique - Chain of Desolate Time.

"Wait--"

Exia was fixed in a surprised position with her arms stretched forward, and even Texas beside her was imprisoned.

"Eh, Miss Mastema, what are you doing...?"

Orson, who was not affected by the Chains of Desolate Time, was confused. What was the meaning of Mostima hitting Varudo as soon as they met? Exiah was not some bad high school student selling fish.

"It would be very difficult to explain if we were caught now. The Chains of Desolate Time won't bind them for long. Come with me for a while, Orson?"

Mostima smiled and stretched out her hand to Orson, dragging him to the edge of the office window without any explanation.

"—a moment! Hey, Mastema, I knew you were back!"

The restraints of the Chains of Desolate Time were released, and Archangel Power immediately chased in the direction of the two.

"..."

Texas didn't say anything, but she followed closely without any hesitation.

"Let me borrow your mascots for a day, Exia and Texas~"

"etc……!"

"Eh? Miss Mastema, are you going to—Wuwaaaaaaaa!"

The blue-haired fallen angel waved to the two people rushing towards him, then hugged Orson and jumped out of the window without any hesitation.

"I haven't finished making breakfast yet--!"

Exia and Texas rushed to the window, but looking out following Orson's screams, they could see nothing.

“…Archangel.”

"...Yes, I know. Even if it's Mastema, I won't back down in this situation."

Exia and Texas looked at each other, and then they made preparations for tracking in perfect tacit understanding.

——You are so brave to snatch a man right under my nose!

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"Uh uh uh... I feel a little nauseous. Fortunately, I didn't have breakfast. Miss Mostima, please stop kneading me now..."

At a breakfast stall on Longmen Street, Orson rested his head on the table with a troubled look on his face, while Mostima sat next to Orson, smiling as always, but one of her hands kept rubbing Orson's head like a dog's head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect your physique to be more fragile than I thought. I guess you should not use the white keys to offset gravity next time."

Mastema apologized with a smile and reached out for two trays of dumplings.

"As compensation, let me treat you to breakfast. Although I've been to many city-states in Yan Country, the buns in Longmen are still more delicious."

Mostima picked up a bun, blew on it, and then gently extended the tip of her tongue to test the temperature.

"Ms. Mostima must have been to many places, right?"

After taking a long time to calm down, Orson sent a text message to Texas Exia to tell them that he was safe and not to worry, while looking up and asking Mostima.

“Of course, I have seen many interesting sights and many unforgettable secrets.”

"Traveling around the world... what does it feel like? There's someone I know—strictly speaking, I don't know her yet, but I know she's been to many corners of this continent."

Orson recalled his memories of the doctor, but no matter how hard he dug, all he could get was the "phantom" he witnessed when Rosemary went berserk.

"Of course I can tell you, but for a Messenger, intelligence is a treasure more precious than purified Originium, red gold, or ancient technology. You have to buy it, okay? Don't worry, since you're an employee of Penguin Logistics, I'll give you a 9% discount. How about that?"

Mostima said to Orson with a smile, but was finally scalded by the soup of the dumplings that she had been trying to cook for a long time.

“What a subtle discount…”

"Haha, a piece of excellent intelligence can determine the life and death of millions of people. Or do you think those lives should also be labeled 'free'?"

"...I see. How much does it cost?"

Orson nodded, then looked at Mastema.

"Kiss my cheek."

"Hey!?"

Orson was shocked by what Mastema called the "price".

"Is it too cheap to believe?"

"No... I just think it's too weird. I can't do this. Ms. Mostima, is there any other way to pay? I still have some money on hand, although it may not be much. I guess you'll have to go to Alina..."

"—"

Seeing Orson's 'rejection' without any hesitation, Mostima was stunned for a moment, and then he showed that elusive smile again.

Mostima stood up and sat in front of Orson. She swung her legs gently, and her tail swung more frequently as if in joy.

"Another form of payment? Of course, there is one, if you consider it shameful to leave a lip mark on the cheek of a Fallen Angel."

"No...that's not what I meant, Miss Mastema—Pfft!"

Orson, who thought he had said something wrong, was about to explain, but Mostima once again put the white silk gloves on Orson's hair.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, Orson. Although if you really choose to kiss me, I will accept it with a smile, but I am also happy about your rejection."

Mostima loosened her grip, looked up at the slightly gloomy sky, and then returned her gaze to Orson's dark pupils.

"Come with me on a mission. I was originally planning to refuse, but if you can help me, I might be able to do that old gentleman a favor."

Mastema stood up from in front of Orson. She was still smiling, but it seemed that the smile was not as big as before when she was trying to maintain it.

"Old man, mission?"

"Well, it's just a tutoring and bodyguard job. If you're lucky, you might even be able to hook up with one of the city's most prestigious ladies. But Exia will probably be pissed, haha."

Miss...?

Orson vaguely felt that this task might not be "easy".

40 minutes later--

"Oh, oh, ohson...?"

"It's you, Miss Lin. We meet again."