Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 185 Arrival! Crazy wine Chablis

[The content of this chapter is actual (Chapter 182 - Black Concerto - Summer Night), and the explanation in this article is not included in the number of words in the main text. 】

The rights of direct members are beyond common sense.

Ireland is a subordinate trained by Pisk himself. Although the two are not related by blood, their relationship is better than that of father and son.

During his operation under Pisk, he encountered an incident where the person directly responsible almost took away more than half of his tasks, but no one dared to say anything.

——Not every member of the organization is like Gin, and they wish they had fewer tasks.

For most organizational personnel, tasks are equivalent to performance. Only with high performance can they be appreciated by that person.

This point can basically become the consensus of the entire organization - of course, that does not include the people from Gin.

The workload on Gin's side, including the division of territory, was actually inherited from the previous general manager, the one who collected a pile of wool from Pisk...

In other words, Gin's workload is not actually that large in normal terms.

But Gin doesn’t know that!

In fact, even the people on Pisk's side didn't know that Gin would be so busy: except for the people on Gin's side, most of the members were actually very leisurely.

However, because the tasks are assigned, the territory is assigned, and the communication between the organization members is regulated, to this day Gin doesn’t even know that others are idle...

He thought everyone was pretty much the same when busy.

...the topic has gone too far.

After listening to Ireland's words, Chablis nodded noncommittally:

"Of course I know this...but I can't guarantee that I can get back the part that was taken away by the previous generation."

Chablis' current status is actually much higher than that of Ireland, but the tone of the conversation between the two people seemed to be chatting about family matters.

After hearing what the other party said, Ireland sneered disdainfully: "Oh? There's something else that your crazy drunk can't guarantee?"

"How to talk? Who is crazy?"

Chablis gave him an angry look, which almost made Ireland sick to his stomach.

"Gin is the person directly responsible. How can I guarantee that?" Seeing Ireland's reaction, Chablis smiled with satisfaction, "To be honest, this is the first time I've heard of someone who can do it ten times in a row."

It will take several years, even twenty years to be in this position..."

"Soon you won't hear about it."

Ireland looked at his watch and said, "We have to transfer to the main line later. We should be able to reach our destination at about ten o'clock."

Chablis's eyes lit up: "Oh? Is it that person's villa? It's really exciting~"

As he spoke, he took off his black gloves, revealing a pair of hands that didn't match his appearance and figure at all - haggard, with distinct joints, and long and sharp nails, as if they were blades growing on the fingertips.

The fingers are constantly waving up and down, reflecting the owner's inner unrest.

Ireland silently stayed ten centimeters away from him, "Can you put that dangerous guy of yours away?"

"Can't~" Chablis hummed the Moonlight March, scratching the car glass with his sharp nails, making a series of heart-wrenching sounds...

Ireland covered her ears and rolled her eyes almost to the sky.

"How many people did you bring this time?"

'grumble--'

"Ang, I've brought all I can, twenty of them, maybe. Some of them won't arrive so soon."

‘呷——’

"Where's the one following you now?"

‘Crack——’

"Twelve, including you, thirteen..."

‘Zi~’

"Okay, we're here, transfer! If you show these dangerous things again, I'll throw you off!"

‘Squeak~~’

"Okay, okay... Ireland, don't be so rigid..."

‘呷唊——’

"Stop scratching the glass while riding!!!"

Ireland couldn't bear it and let out a loud roar.

He's had enough of this noise pollution!

…

Nagano Prefecture.

Chablis and Ireland's group changed cars and arrived at this place. After someone drove them to pick them up, they finally saw that person's villa——

The villa at dusk.

"As expected of your lord's mansion, it's magnificent!"

Chablis looked at this huge 'castle' from a distance, with his index fingers and thumbs forming a square frame, as if he wanted to record this scene forever...

Of course, he wore gloves.

After Ireland arrived here, his whole body became tense and he stopped talking to Chablis.

It's not just him.

All the black vehicles that drive here, whether they are drivers or people on the seats, have the same attitude as pilgrims.

——What an honor it is to have a glimpse of the mansion where that gentleman once lived?

For a time, every one of these members who came all the way from England with Chablis felt a little jealous about their companions who could stay in Japan for a long time.

"……arrive."

The winding path in the mountains looks long, but it only takes about ten minutes.

However, when they were approaching the annex, Ireland suddenly thought of a question:

"Chaplis, is your mobile phone number activated?"

"ah?"

Chablis was nervous and excited. When he heard this, the smile on his face was a little confused, "What cell phone?"

"...Didn't the boss give you that mobile phone number? Didn't you dial the number to the technical department and ask them to activate it for you?" An ominous premonition arose in Ireland's heart.

Sure enough, Chablis nodded naturally, "No, I was a little too excited after getting off the plane...I forgot about it."

When Chablis said "no", Ireland immediately took out a mobile phone from the other party's trench coat pocket and started dialing quickly.

But when he finished it, the car was already parked in front of the annex...

Ireland's eyes twitched twice, and he looked at Chablis expressionlessly: "Would you like to guess how many calls Gin made to you?"

"Forehead……"

Chablis seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem and counted on his fingers: "Probably, twelve links?"

"You think he has nothing to do!!" Ireland roared unbearably again.

A call will be made in ten minutes. If Gin has that much time, he will rip his head off on the spot!

Compared to Ireland's excited mood, Chablis was actually very calm the rest of the time, except for a bit of admiration when facing the villa.

He even comforted Ireland in turn: "Okay, okay, we're here anyway, and Gin won't run away."

Ireland:"……"

There is definitely something wrong with Chablis’s brain…

Is this a question of whether Gin can run or not?

This is a question of whether they can survive Gin!

(Gin, who was drinking coffee in the annex restaurant, sneezed.)

"Okay, let's go in."

Chablis adjusted his clothes, put on his wide coat and a wide-brimmed black top hat.

Ireland is also dressed in the same way...

Everyone who got off the dark vehicle was dressed in a black windbreaker and a top hat.

Such a scene makes the already oppressive darkness even more untouchable... If you touch it, you will inevitably fall into the abyss.

"Chaplis, don't go too far later."

"Don't worry Ireland, I'm sensible."

——Real wine catalog——

Chablis——******

——Real Wine Archives——

[Chaplis: from the UK, a peripheral member who was personally promoted by Pisk, and later became a direct subordinate of the boss//Characteristics: blond, blue eyes, **#**#**#**//has a close relationship with Ireland//in

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