Final Volume: Part 2—
Given the complex relationship between Gin and Bourbon, his connection with Heine is not that surprising.
Although there is no such thing as sincere friendship within the Black Organization, Gin and Heine have, after all, shared a relationship spanning over a decade.
Whether or not they could be called 'friends,' or whether they deserved to be called 'friends,' there was no denying that Heine and Gin knew each other far better than the average person.
By comparison, Heine was undoubtedly someone who could make Gin lower his guard slightly.
They had once had duels, once made bets, once drank together until dawn, once fought side by side to bandage wounds.
Borse had once seen Heine ask the Silver-haired youth if he wanted to go eating together in an extremely casual tone, the always cold Gin glanced at him and said a faint "Okay."
Later, Heine fell in love with Sheila at first sight. They did everything together, appearing as a perfect couple, looking like a winner in life who had finally found a partner. His former flirtatious and frivolous mannerisms vanished without a trace.
Of course, looking at Sheila's breathtaking beauty, every frown, smile, movement was peerless and stunning; it was no wonder Heine fell for him.
Vermouth once said with a half-smile that perhaps he had finally settled down.
But looking at it now, even though he already has a girlfriend, it hasn't affected the friendship between him and Gin.
Even so, Borse thought—
Since returning from Italy, the relationship between Gin and Heine has become increasingly close.
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Final Volume: Part 3—
After returning from abroad, Gin suddenly told Borse to go away on another trip.
This was clearly not a requirement from the Black Organization, given Borse's current status, he was under no obligation to follow Gin's instructions entirely.
Especially since the instructions were so strange.
But Borse still obeyed.
He asked nothing and said nothing; just like many times before, he silently followed Gin's instructions.
Later, Borse learned from Vermouth that "he" could go with his to search for the whereabouts of the Researcher involved in the Betrayal many years ago.
This was clearly not something Borse had done, Borse also knew that there was nothing wrong with his memory; the possibility of a split personality did not exist.
Connecting this to some things that had happened before, he naturally realized that Gin had 'borrowed' his identity.
However, he still said nothing.
Whatever Gin wants, he can just take it.
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Final Volume: Part 4—
Soon, Gin sent him to Italy.
The mission assigned by the Silver-haired man was nothing more than an Unimportant mission—the only troublesome part was that this mission was extremely time-consuming.
Logically, a mission like this shouldn't be handled by Borse, but as he had said before—
Since it was a mission arranged by Gin, he naturally had no objections.
As long as it was a mission arranged by Gin, he would have no objections.
Moreover, Borse had a faint sense of foreboding.
Soon, he will know the Truth.
But before that, he estimated he would have to stay abroad for a while.
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Final Volume: Part Five—
As Borse expected, Gin indeed had no intention of letting him return.
Just as the timing of a mission completion, an email from Gin took Borse to the UK, then to France, then to Finland.
In just one short month, he had practically traveled all around Europe.
At first, the orders came directly from Gin, then, they came from Heine or Sheila regarding Gin's orders.
Borse was naturally unhappy.
But he was not stupid.
As everything was nearly settled, Gin finally had Borse end his solo trip through Europe.
When the black-haired youth once again met the silver-haired man's green eyes, Borse tilted his head slightly and looked up at the man he had always respected: "Could you tell me what the previous arrangement was for?"
Borse was certainly unhappy.
But he was no fool.
He knew clearly that Gin's arrangement seemed like exile, but in reality, it was protection.
After all these years of circling around, everything has been witnessed.
In the end.. there really was a sliver of sincerity.
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Final Volume: Part Six—
Just as he thought, Borse knows part of the Truth.
Gin told him a part of the Truth himself.
That is enough.
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Final Volume: Part 7—
That man asked him if he wanted to follow him.
Borse felt that this question was truly meaningless.
After all, from the very beginning until now, he has been constantly chasing after that man's silhouette.
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Perhaps you no longer remember my original answer.
But it doesn't matter.
I will remember it.
Even if I am the only one who treats it as a promise, it remains a promise that I hold true.
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Author's Note: Thank you to Jiye Qianchen Little Angel for the landmine, love you, mwah~
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Riri Yeye 28 bottles; Cult 8 bottles; Yali Jun 6 bottles; Qingjiu, Yinian, Luxian 5 bottles; Ye Shi 4 bottles; Weihuan Jihe YY 3 bottles; Qianxue 2 bottles; Bai Chenshang 1 bottle;
Very [male] thanks to everyone for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 194 Chapter 175 How many days did you stay in London..
Gin always prioritizes efficiency, Madra is equally reliable. Under their mutual understanding and cooperation, the transfer of power proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Of course, in the rush of it all, none of this was entirely without flaws.
It was just that within the organization, Heine and Sheila were able to look after Ichimi and fill in the gaps; as for Vermouth, for some unknown reason, he also lent a hand to varying degrees.
In just half a month, most of Gin's confidants had been 'assigned' to different locations.
And during this time, the Silver-haired man had remained completely missing.
Whether it was Heine or Madra, or even Borse, no one had any way to contact him. If not for the occasional, seemingly ordinary yet heavily implied scattered Messages received by chance, they would have thought Gin had simply vanished from the face of the earth.
Borse was somewhat worried about this, but in his usual indifferent manner, he did not show his concern; Pino and the Researchers in Italy were currently facing a bottleneck in their research on Silver Bullet, which undoubtedly weighed on the minds of Sheila and Heine. Once it was confirmed that Gin was fine, Heine said no more.
Of course, a deeper reason was, naturally, that they also believed in Gin's ability.
Anyway, there hasn't been any rumor leaking through the Black Organization that they have "already discovered Gin," have there?
Now, for the time being, let us turn our Vision to the other side.
It is obvious that Gin did not vanish into thin air—
He had simply gone to Europe.
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The weather in London, UK, is mostly just a choice between bad and worse; whether it is the continuous light rain or the Sun, which one can hardly see all year round, it makes outsiders feel unsettled.
Gin pulled down the brim of his cap and looked up at the seemingly endless drizzle. Dark clouds filled the gloomy sky, the Sun was like a moody Little girl, stingy with its light, making everything seem to turn grey.
The Cafe was quite elegantly decorated; from the interior design to the attitude of the Waiters, there was nothing to complain about.
The constant temperature from the air conditioning kept the air in the shop cool but not excessively chilly, satisfying the needs of most Customers. A mellow aroma of Coffee drifted through the air, fragrant and enticing; several atmospheric Crystal lamps on the Ceiling scattered bright light, making Everything in the shop clear and bright.
Gin sat in an empty seat in the corner, with a black coffee on the wooden table. The black coffee in the white porcelain coffee cup provided a sharp contrast in color, the steam caused a faint mist to rise from the cup.
The Silver-haired man tapped his finger lightly against the side of the coffee cup, then turned his head to look at the street view outside through the transparent glass wall.
He was waiting for someone.
The person Gin was waiting for was clearly very punctual as well. With more than ten minutes left before the appointed time, he pushed open the door and walked into the Cafe.
Whether it was due to a special unspoken understanding between the two—perhaps we could call it the Villain's tacit understanding—Gin raised his eyebrows and met the newcomer's vision.
Takao Haruki gave a light smile.
This fellow, who called himself the Hell Puppeteer, had a refined and handsome face, his tall, lean build gave him an air of scholarly weakness.
At this moment, Takao Haruki was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. The cuff of his right hand, which held an umbrella, was slightly rolled up, revealing a small section of his lean arm. With a faint smile on his lips, he looked like an impeccable office worker.
He put away his umbrella at the entrance and strolled into the cafe.
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