Nade�s appearance was almost a dead man.

�what�s the matter?�Aren�t these business hours?�

Iruki, who had picked up a bottle of alcohol that had been run over by his foot, asked as he put it in the trash can.

�When you drink, do you come up with good inspiration?�

Nade, scribbled on paper, patted his temple, sucking on his cigarette.

�Let me relax.�You can think creatively only when you release the tension that you must do.�

�Then how about coffee?�

�Awakening the tired brain.�

�Then what about cigarettes?�

�It tightens the blood vessels in the brain to speed up the blood flow.�I can think more than the same amount of time.�

So called, it was the three kinds of creation.

�Then die.�

�I can still hold on.�because you are young�It�s all about choice and concentration.�I�ll quit everything once this is resolved.�

Now Nade needed 120 percent.

�What�s going on anyway?�

Nade, who was relieved from being immersed in the ensuing conversation, raised his head and looked at Iruki.

�glad rags?�Where are you going?�

Iruki took out a letter.

�Sirone calls me.�I think I need some help.�I�m going to Kashan.�You won�t be coming back for a while.�

�Sirone?�

Nade jumped up on the table.

�I am?�Did you call me too?�

Iruki pretended to read the letter.

�It says you are not needed.�People like you just get water in a plate and snore����.�

�Don�t play around.�

Nade snatched the letter and read it.

�Hmm, that�s it, right?�

Nade�s eyes, blurry from fatigue, regained their clear firearms.

�Anyway, I�m sorry.�

�joy!�to be sorry�Go and help Sirone.�Because I have work to do on my own.� JrNovels.com