Chapter 2018:
Because it is a tribute to the 'Demon King', under the arrangement of the four families in Beijing, the furniture and facilities of this office are even more luxurious than the royal family's rationing.
However, Yuu has only lived here once so far, so this floor is closed all year round.
And now, this floor is occupied by a 'guardian'.
"...What, you want me to find an illustrator?" Kagurazaka Ayame said in a rather surprised tone while sitting on the desk in the chairman's office and processing documents.
【You are most familiar with this aspect, aren't you? 】A calm voice came from the phone.
"I always feel that this errand is not easy to do. You must have 'special' requirements for the illustrator, right?" Kagurazaka Ayame frowned, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
[Beautiful, virtuous, kind-hearted...] A malicious voice came out of the phone.
"Ha, are you looking for an illustrator or a wife? Besides, there are fewer female illustrators who meet your requirements than 'Pandas' in Japan, right? Are you asking me to find a ghost?" Kagurazaka Iris took a deep breath. With a sigh, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the phone, holding it in front of him and roaring frantically.
In the Izumi mansion, Yu moved the phone to a distance with a calm expression on his face. He had long expected his dissatisfaction with Kagurazaka Ayame.
After all, he played with him all night last night, tried countless poses reluctantly, and had to endure the pain of breaking the melon in the morning, because his new book was busy and there was no resentment, that was called a strange thing.
[The key to my office seems to be missing in the morning? ] A voice with a faint smile came from the phone.
Kagurazaka Iris resisted the urge to drop the phone, gritted his teeth and said bitterly. "You're playing with me, and you don't even give me an office space? You have to pay for social assistance!"
【Are you worth the price of an office? 】Yu said in surprise.
Kagurazaka Ayame was taken aback for a moment, looking around at the antique furniture that cost billions of dollars, her expression softened. "I have to say, I really like to hear this love story."
"Well, I'll try my best. If I can't finish it, don't blame me." Kagurazaka Ayame simply hung up the phone, covered her hot cheeks, and stared at the phone absentmindedly.
"Congratulations, Miss Kagurazaka, oh, you should change your name to Her Royal Highness." A smiling voice came from the sofa in front of the desk.
"Hey, don't mention Mr. Amakasu, who would have known this would turn out to be the case. Originally, I just treated him as my younger brother." Kagurazaka Ayame leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the engineering chair, facing the sofa as if he was going to work. The youth of the clan sighed helplessly.
"Oops, with your current status, you can just call me Touma Amakasu." Touma Amakusa said with a smirk that was the hallmark on his face.
"Hey, hey, it's okay to have a business-like tone when we met a few days ago. Your voice makes people feel very uncomfortable." Hearing the unpleasant pinch of Amakusa Touma's voice , Kagurazaka Iris twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a strange expression.
"Oh, I'm really sorry about that, Miss Kagurazaka." The smirk on Amakusa Touma's face disappeared instantly, and he resumed his usual smirk.
"Hey, you heard what the Demon King just said. If someone chooses, please report to me soon. It's better for the illustrator to take up the post within seven days." Kagurazaka Ayame put the phone on the office and shrugged. shrugged.
"Uh, I'm going to ask if this generation of women from aristocratic families can meet the requirements." As soon as the words fell, Touma Amakusa's figure disappeared in the office.
"Tsk, there are so many requests, and I don't know if I can find it or not." Kagurazaka Iris looked at the disappearing back of Amakusa Touma and pouted.
After leaning on the chair and pondering for a moment, Kagurazaka Ayame sighed, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "MISS Ericsson? Yes, I'm Kagurazaka."
*****
London, England
The National Gallery in Trafalgar Square.
"Your Highness Princess, are you planning to come here to find a so-called light novel illustrator?" The tall white woman pushed her glasses, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
Finally, she added another sentence. "And, it's still one o'clock in the morning."
At this moment, a gust of breeze blew past, blowing away the movement that blocked the moonlight, allowing the bright moonlight to benefit the earth.
A cold radiance shone on Princess Alice's body, and her waist-length blond hair glowed faintly in the moonlight. However, this beautiful scene was destroyed by the deep tiredness on the girl's face.
"I don't want to either. When I heard that you needed an illustrator, I came here with a fever. Oops, what should I do if I have dark circles under my eyes." Alice held a small mirror in her hand and held her cheek in a panic. Check out the corner of your eye.
"That Demon King, who can be called the witch's killer, really did a good thing." Ericsson pushed his glasses and said with some schadenfreude.
"Alas! Which king's bloodline is really bad." Alice put away the small mirror and sighed deeply with a helpless expression on her face.
"Then, Her Royal Highness, what is the purpose of coming to the National Gallery in the middle of the night?" Ericsson said with some doubts.
"Just come with me." With her eyes curved into a crescent shape, Alice chuckled and dragged Ericsson into the art gallery.
After turning a few corners, Alice stood at the door of a room, snickering and using magic to open a door.
Beige lights came from the room, and in the center of the piles of ink paintings, a blond girl was focusing on drawing on the drawing board in front of her.
"Xiao Zhenbai~~~" Alice floated behind the blond girl, hugged the girl's willow-like waist in a funny way, and blew lightly on the girl's ear.
Shiina Mashiro: "..."
Alice, who didn't get a response for a while, didn't get angry. After all, she had the character of Shiina Mashiro, who was called the Flower of Art of the British Empire, and she knew it very well.
Alice raised her fair and delicate little hand, pulled up the thin white shirt on Shiina Mashiro's body, probed into it, and said with a smirk. "Let my sister see how Xiao Zhenbai is developing?"
Boom-!
Ericsson shook his red right hand and said with a cold face. "Please stop such harassment, Her Royal Highness."
"That's too much... MISS Ericsson, you are fired, fired!!!" Alice covered her head, squatted on the ground, looked at Ericsson with tears in her eyes, and said angrily.
Gada--!
As the last stroke fell, Shiina Mashiro looked at the vivid sunflowers on the drawing board, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he turned around.
At this moment, she saw Alice squatting beside her, her little head tilted slightly, and a confused look appeared on her face, as if she was wondering why there was another person beside her.
"Well, the painting is over? Mashiro." Alice stood up, her face softly grabbed Shiina Mashiro's soft and tender little hand, and said softly.
"Alice... Silk?"
Like a cloud that cannot be captured, the ethereal voice sounded slowly.
"Hey, Xiao Zhenbai, I heard that you were grounded by your grandfather because you wanted to be a cartoonist?" Alice showed an indignant look on her face.
Shiina Mashiro nodded lightly, as if the grounded girl that Alice was talking about was not her, she still maintained her calm face and silently watched Alice.
"Hey, I have a way to get rid of your grandfather's entanglement now!" After speaking, looking at the ethereal girl in front of her, Alice's heart inexplicably flashed a trace of guilt. She always felt that she seemed to be taking away the childhood in front of her. Friends, you are pushing into the fire pit.
Shiina Mashiro's eyes widened slightly.
Chapter 85 Who is the photographer? (fifth more)
(Use 84 instead, the original photo at the end has been harmonized, reminding me that it is the sacred whole fruit, I want 483583535)
"Hum~hum~" Yu Qing hummed a tune of unknown meaning, and gently shook the frying pan with her right hand, causing the egg buns in the pan to constantly turn and fold in half.
On the kitchen table beside him, three servings of rice stir-fried with sauce were neatly arranged.
"Yu, so you know how to cook? It's omelet, right?" The confident and charming Loli sounded beside Yu.
