With no guards to block the way, Gutou swaggered straight into the luxurious estate of the Sarich family. Maintaining his demeanor as a seasoned middle-aged man, the moment he stepped inside he began rummaging through cabinets as if he were in his own home, even tossing Beckett aside whom he had been dragging along all this time.
"Damn it, is this really a noble's house or what? What kind of messy garbage are they keeping in these cabinets—needles, gold-rimmed scissors... and why is there even a pack of balloons?"
With an attitude of serious and rigorous inquiry, Gutou very innocently opened the pack of "balloons." Getting his hand covered in grease, he tossed them aside with an expression of utter disgust and cursed, "Motherfucker, if you ask me, these nobles really know how to play. A crappy balloon covered in grease—do you have to lubricate your mouth before blowing them up or something? Damn it, are all their mouths inlaid with gold? So fucking pretentious." With that, he cast a deeply affectionate glance at Beckett, who was unconscious in the corner of the wall. "Bebop, oh wait, Saribob, is your master's underwear greased up too? Does he just let his bird hang out when he walks around? Well, you've gotta hand it to the rich—their refined tastes are truly elegant!"
Chapter 49