"We've called you here today for one reason only. The Organization has taken on a great many tasks recently." As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone except Lazia lowered their heads, refusing to look at Glenlivet. "We will now begin new task assignments. Who wants to go to Europe or America?"
Silence filled the room. Glenlivet knew it would be like this, so he had prepared the assignments in advance. "Bourbon, go to Europe and cooperate with Chartreuse. Chianti and Korn, head to Germany. As for America, let Vermouth handle it." Glenlivet still had a mountain of tasks on his own plate.
Ever since his reckless all-in gamble had paid off, followed by a punishing grind at breakneck speed, Glenlivet had spent the last three days alternating between solving cases with Edogawa Conan by day and carrying out Organization missions by night. It had been brutal on his real body, but wonderfully lucrative for his merit points. In three days, he had ground out 1,500 points—proof positive that the Grim Reaper was a stellar teammate.
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