Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Nagashima Koki, as always, spoke with righteous indignation and twisted logic, waving her hand: "Shoot! Smash the doors and windows, rush in and capture him and his parents! Fire!"

　"..." Everyone was shocked... Although most people didn't quite understand what was being said before, they did understand once the firing began.

　Should we fire? Now? Here?

　Isn't this going too far with arrogance?

　Those who understood what Xiaoxi was talking about informed the other members of the gang...

　It can only be said that although Nagashima Koki's fallacies and heresies have been criticized by Congyu, Nagashima Riko, and the doctor.

　But surprisingly, it suited the tastes of these mafia members.

　No wonder, all I can say is...

　No wonder the godfather took a liking to this child...

　When they were that age, they were still doing math in school, while Nagashima Koki was already leading a group of people into battle.

　This kid was born to be a mafia member!

　Nagashima Koki: "Fire!"

　At Nagashima Koki's command, the gang members all drew their guns... It's worth mentioning that there were no Chicago typewriters.

　The gang members were basically all armed with a handgun, and occasionally some carried rifles... This was America, after all, not Italy.

　The typewriter-style firepower suppression gang warfare isn't popular here.

　Even so, the firepower is already quite outrageous.

　"Da da da!!!"

　"Da da da!!!!"

　"Da da da..."

　Amidst the intense gunfire, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering and wood and sawdust flying everywhere.

　Soon the house's doors and windows were riddled with holes, making it look like a house on a battlefield.

　Then...

　"boom!!"

　The battle ended with a fireball thrown by a member of a magical girl gang, completely smashing the already crumbling gate.

　The gunfire stopped, and the street became as quiet as if no one lived there.

　Almost deafened by the noise, Nagashima Koki picked at her ears and looked at the two trembling men inside the door.

　An adult and a minor who doesn't look young.

　At this moment, the latter, who was the target of this operation, appeared to have been hit by a stray bullet, clutching his arm and screaming in pain.

　"Ahhhh!!!"

　Xiao Xi looked at the other person without changing her expression, and asked the person next to her, "Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I have a bit of face blindness."

　To be precise, she felt that Americans, especially those of a certain age group and living in similar circumstances, didn't seem to look that different.

　Even with the legendary eyes, she still couldn't escape this curse...

　Because it has nothing to do with the eyes, it's purely because I haven't spent enough time with foreigners, or rather, I haven't watched many foreign films.

　"No, we're quite sure... what's next?"

　The male gang member who responded asked Nagashima Koki what to do next... He was already quite impressed with this kid who was born with the body of a yakuza saint.

　"Next... need I say more? Just rush in, subdue both of them, and point a gun at the boy's head."

　As Nagashima Koki said this, she watched the gang members nod and give instructions to their subordinates, who then did as she said.

　"Then, give him a chance to say his last words, and let him guess why we came..."

　As Nagashima Koki gave the instruction, she threw the finished lollipop into the trash can by the door.

　Upon seeing this, the female gang members around her immediately took out new candies, helped unwrap them, and handed them over.

　It's like lighting a cigarette for your older brother.

　Nagashima Koki nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the male gang member who was pointing a gun at the boy's head: "Can he guess?"

　The answer is obviously no.

　"Heh, then tell him..."

　"The Creeper Gang, on behalf of Miss Stanley, sends their regards... then take him down, I don't need to teach you that, do I?"

　"..."

　"Yes, lady!"

　"boom!"

　Chapter 637 Do you want to improve?

　The Pope's work is very demanding. He prays every morning, whether it is a Sunday or not, and if it is a Sunday, he holds a service.

　The term "Sunday" actually derives from the act of "worship".

　If it is not a Sunday, the Pope will also have other religious ceremonies and a lot of paperwork.

　It may also involve receiving visitors, reading, writing, and adding "error-free" commentaries to obscure scriptures.

　Hmm, the so-called infallible answer seems to require explanation... It's better to keep it simple.

　Otherwise it would be too weak (I'm sure of it).

　As we all know, God's intentions are difficult to fathom, which has led to countless different interpretations of passages in the Bible.

　So much so that even in modern times, new interpretations continue to emerge.

　These interpretations may be so reasonable that they could be promoted as new "correct interpretations".

　It's possible that there's only a certain degree of truth to it, but when you look at it all together, there are some contradictions... and some out-of-character (OOC) elements.

　In other words, if the interpreted behavior of a character does not match the correct understanding of the character's personality, then it is unreasonable.

　And some are completely unreasonable.

　The latter will naturally be rejected outright, while the difference between the former two is difficult to discern, so they will be collected and given to an absolute authority for judgment.

　This is the Pope's job...

　The ultimate interpretation reveals the fallacies, enabling mortals to better understand and gravitate towards the divine... the flawless answer.

　After finishing his work in the morning, he finally had a chance to eat something... Today was not the Sabbath (Friday), so he could eat and drink well.

　You can't eat meat on Fridays.

　After quietly taking his seat, Joseph Van Milion looked at the food on the table and just picked up his knife and fork...

　"Old Deng, are you eating all this? Can you finish it?"

　That familiar voice suddenly came from the side, startling the Pope so much that his hand trembled... It's here again? What's it doing here again?!

　Cong Yu, who was being looked at by the Pope, casually sat down in the seat next to him: "Don't waste food. Avoid extravagance and never commit the sin of gluttony."

　Just from hearing this, Cong Yu felt that the Vatican was quite knowledgeable.

　Maybe he used to be in church?

　With this thought in mind, the Pope sighed, his old face wrinkling in frustration: "I don't have many years left to live, can't I even eat something good?"

　In response, Cong Yu turned to look at the two people who slowly emerged from the giant serpent behind him, and then began to speak from the contents of the sacred book—

　"But if you hold fast to your initial faith, you will have a share in heaven... otherwise, you will not."

　"……"teach

　Emperor: "???"

　How can you just rattle off lines like that? Did you memorize it so well? Who's the Pope here, you or me?

　"You're quite something... but I really can't finish all of this. Would you like to join me? It's not right to waste food on feasting."

　As he said this, Joseph Vanmillion looked at Dente and Theradore as they stepped off the Jormungandr train: "The same goes for you."

　The Pope looked at Dente, who was curiously looking around, and at his granddaughter whom he had only met a few times. His gaze then focused on the hat on her head...

　It feels really awkward, it doesn't match at all.

　Is it his imagination?

　"Yes, yes... What would you like to eat? Bread? And pumpkin soup, meat tarts, Polish dumplings, biscuits, cheesecake."

　"Isn't it good for your health to consume so many carbohydrates?"

　As Cong Yu said this, she took three sets of cutlery from the Jormungandr train and placed them in front of her and on the empty seats.

　Dente was immediately taken aback, but his body language betrayed him as he sat down to eat: "Cong Yu, do you really put everything into your spells?"

　That's for sure; the number of train carriages is virtually unlimited.

　But usually people only use the first carriage, so Cong Yu would put anything that might be useful in it.

　Now it just so happens to come in handy.

　"Oh, ha... what a rare experience."

　Theredo sat down with a sigh, and seeing Dente reach for the Holy Coins, she immediately slapped Dente's hand.

　For a vampire, both "teaching a lesson to the future pope" and "dining with the current pope" are quite novel experiences.

　Before eating, everyone knew that Cong Yu had something to say... except for Dente, who didn't have this awareness.

　So no one started eating right away. Only the Pope, who was already hungry, ignored everyone and ate and drank as usual.

　“I’ve already brought Dente to you, and if nothing unexpected happens, she will definitely take over your job.”

　As she said this, Cong Yu looked at the Pope, and in response to the Pope's clearly questioning gaze, Cong Yu gave Dente a wink.

　In response, Dente took off his hat.

　In an instant, soft light bathed the restaurant, making everything around it shine.

　"Pfft...ahem."

　The Pope nearly spat out his soup, but thankfully managed to swallow it.

　The price was a cough from choking.

　"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

　Joseph Van Million paused for a moment, then stared in shock at the halo above Dente's head: "What? What's going on?"

　"Well……"

　"You might not believe it, but the world is like this..."

　"Blah blah blah—"

　"..." Because the situation was quite lengthy, after Cong Yu finished talking while eating, everyone had almost finished eating.

　Only the Pope was too shocked to eat much; he looked like he was deep in thought: "There's... such a thing."

　After eating and drinking her fill, Cong Yu wiped her mouth and looked at Teredo questioningly. After Teredo gently shook her head, Cong Yu nodded.

　It seems that Theradore is planning to stay in the Vatican with Dente.

　"Well, that's settled then, I'm going back now."

　As he spoke casually, Cong Yu patted the Pope, who was deep in thought, on the shoulder: "It will probably be difficult to make Dente grow into a qualified Pope... but since it is ordained by the gods, you don't need to worry about it so much."

　Upon hearing this, Dente was immediately moved to tears of gratitude by Cong Yu.

　This means that she probably won't be strictly disciplined or forced to attend classes by her grandfather's side of the family.

　I've made up my mind, just to repay this kindness.

　Dente decided that after becoming Pope, he would appoint Theodore and Murasaki as his vice-popes.

　The old priest I knew was promoted directly to the head of the cardinals.

　All the other nuns I knew were transferred to my side as my personal guard, and they were paid very high salaries...

　She'll even take care of the guard dogs at the church gate!