Fuji Continent, Heiankyo, the end of the Tsuchigomon Trail, Harumi Mansion.

The courtyard of this mansion is different, neither like ordinary people who raise livestock, nor like rich and noble families who create a dry landscape. There is only grass in the courtyard, and the path leading from the entrance to the house is not deliberately trimmed, and it seems to be trampled by wild beasts. Although there are no gardenias, the fragrance of gardenias fills the court. There is a wisteria tree clinging to the wall, and there are no flowers on the vine.

On the beech-paved verandah, two men are drinking wine with grilled sweetfish. One of them was dressed in the usual dress of the minister, and the long sword with a sheath casually was placed aside. He leaned forward slightly, carefully picking up a pinch of golden fish.

The other was dressed in a leisurely white hunting suit, and drank the wine in one gulp, his slender eyes not knowing which floating cloud in the sky he was looking at. He put down his glass, and suddenly said:

"Boya."

"Huh?"

The man with his mouth full of fish asked in a nasal voice.

"I'll go out."

"What's the matter?"

"My flowers have been plucked."

The man in the hunting suit got up, walked out of the courtyard, and returned in the blink of an eye or two. Holding a wisteria flower with missing petals, he walked to the wall and put the flower back on the vine.

"Qingming, where have you been?" Boya asked.

"Yuzhou."

"Huh?!"

"Iganosato, to be exact."

"I thought you were just going around the doorway. How do you do it? ”

"I said, 'I'm going to Yuzhou.'"

"And then?"

"And there we went."

"Huh?"

The man known as "Qingming" couldn't help but laugh: "Boya, this is the 'curse'." ”

"What! It's a curse again! Boya exclaimed like a child.

"Then you can understand."

"I can't! I can even say that sentence, why is it a curse? ”

"I've told you before that a name is the shortest spell, right?"

"Hmm."

"Then why can't waka be a mantra? Why can't Tang poems be mantras? Why can't nursery rhymes be mantras? ”

"I don't understand."

Qingming poured wine for the two empty glasses and said with a smile, "Here, cheers." ”

"Cheers."

As soon as the two of them drank it all, Qingming said: "For example, when we say 'Cheers', we are casting a 'Cheers' curse on ourselves. Then in any case, the wine must be drunk. ”

“……”

"I said, 'I'm going to Yuzhou,' then I put a curse on myself that I want to go to Yuzhou."

"I see!"

Although he said this, judging from Boya's expression, he probably still didn't understand.

"Why are you here today?"

"Oh, that's right. A strange thing happened at Matsuo Shrine a few days ago......"

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Honey Worm: Level 65, Flower Essence (Monster). The honey worm is the Shikigami of the great onmyoji Abe Harumi, and the prototype is a wisteria flower. It's the Shikigami who is the worst at fighting. Very patient. He understands music and rhythm, and his specialty is dance. Good skills include [Vine Drill], [Pollen Therapy], [Strangulation], and [Toughness]. You can also act in humanoid form before becoming a hero.

The 65-level elite, not weak but not strong, was disabled by the kings in two or three clicks, so there was nothing to be afraid of. The problem is that when the sword soldier Wuji unloaded one of the arms of this god, Abe Qingming Shi Ran appeared to save the god, and glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally.

With just one glance, Qingyi made a judgment: he can't win.

The other party is a "demigod".

Abe Harumi saved Shikami and disappeared again, never interfering in the battle here, and never leaving a word. The sword soldier Wuji didn't understand it at first, but after understanding it, he shouted angrily: "We have three necromantic kings here, does he look down on us or what?!" ”

"I'd rather he looked down on us." Qingyi calmed down and commanded the summoned little brother to rush and kill.

After repelling the most tricky honey worms, the rest of the people were left alone, and it was not until the end of the game that fifty ashigaru were killed. The prototype of the river god is nothing more than a level 58 loach, which was decapitated by the sword soldier Wuji by stepping on his tail. The river that has lost its gods is at best an ordinary water vein, and Kazuki Ringo connects the two water veins, which in turn pollutes the surface water with the Santu River, and places two more bridges. At this point, the situation in Iganosato was initially stable.

The river god is weaker than the Shikigami, which is completely understandable. After using the offline time to read some Japanese myths and legends, Qingyi knew that Japan's "gods" are actually very watery. Because the Japanese worship "animism", in their imagination, even a fish and a bird may have divinity, which is why there are 8 million gods in Japan. And those who can really be called divine power generally live in Takamagahara and do not easily appear in the human world. Among the official gods, Ebisu is an exception, as the god of seven blessings, he is relatively close to the world, and he is very down-to-earth.

"I'm going offline."

"Offline again?"

"Go to work tomorrow, boss, do you think everyone is like you?"

After going offline, Qingyi thought to himself: Why are Daobing Wuji and Huayue Ringo so free and don't have to go to work during the day? Could it be that both of them are squatting at home?

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Gospel Continent, Twilight Empire, Snow City, "Mermaid Harbor".

"It's really not a human job." Love complained to Starmack. His complaint was justified – he negotiated with Salamonro, and within a few days of finalizing the agreement, Seruvega sent someone to test it. If you don't negotiate, you can't do it, if Seruvega runs away to unite with Astant, His Majesty will definitely kill him when he comes back. As soon as he thought of the "friendliness" of the Bone Tyrant, he felt uncomfortable from head to toe.

"What's the news lately?" Wipe down his glass with a rag, Starmik propped his elbows on the counter, indicating that he was willing to listen. God, his furry arms are thick enough.

"There is news. Our new majesty has rejected three requests in a row, and now the dwarf has a lot of opinions. ”

Nev wants to go to Bigbowo as a military observer, Master Patra wants to attend the Gospel Continent Architects Exchange, and Fermat wants to take Martirel (Arcane Puppet) to the Iron City for a seminar. No matter how you look at these three things, they are serious, but Black Edge will not approve them on the grounds of personal safety.

Starmack thought so: "This can't be helped, I heard that the clone of Pythagoras appeared in Snow City a few days ago. Now even the country is not stable, and going abroad is simply a joke about your own life. Be careful, too, the people of Saramonroe hate you very much now. ”

"Whatever they want." Love held his forehead, his head slowly lowered, and his fingers crossed into a white hair, looking depressed. "They don't dare to hate the guardian heroes, so they come to hate a little person like me."

"You're a little man? was favored by His Majesty's blue eyes, and immediately ascended to the throne after returning to China, Sam's eyes were red to death. Don't be in the midst of blessings and don't know blessings. Alas, I used to be a big man, too. Starmack looked at it with a relaxed face.

"Big shots?" Love looked up and immediately questioned: "Didn't you say that you were both unemployed and poor before?" ”

Starmack was surprised: "Huh? Is it? When did I say that? ”

"Just last time, you said you loved your lady very much." Love vaguely felt that he had been deceived.

"Ma'am? No, no, no, I'm still single! Starmac crossed his fingers and twisted them.

"Huh?" Love's train of thought was a little overwhelmed: "So, who is that woman?" ”

"Hey, you know~" Starmack smiled ambiguously and patted Love on the shoulder. It dawned on Love—the woman was a prostitute.

Prostitutes-women are the most employed profession by women on the seashore, and they comfort hungry sailors; And sailors, who were difficult to marry because of the needs of their profession, were willing to drown in the gentle countryside of prostitutes. Starmack's love story that night seems to be mostly bragging, which is also a common problem of sailors, if you don't believe it, there are sailors in every tavern on the beach who bet that they have hooked up with mermaids and sirens.

We continued. I was a big guy at the time. How big is it? Tsk, it's not an exaggeration to say that 'under one person, above ten thousand'! ”

"You're good enough." Love replied nonchalantly.

"It's done!" Starr McHaha laughed and quickly mixed a cocktail of red and pink colors: "This is my newly created 'Yunxia', which is inspired by the national treasure 'Yunxia of Saramonroe'!" The appearance, taste, and sweetness are all suitable for women, but even strong men can put them down, and the quality of this wine is the same as that of women - the most deceiving. ”

Love leaned back, as if he could escape the wine: "What happened to that prostitute after you became a big man?" Still in contact? ”

"No more. I said buddies, I'm all big shots, and beautiful women are all in their arms, is it still like living with a bitch? Starmack pursed his lips, and naturally took the glass, which he dried. A flush burned across his face, and it seemed that he was not exaggerating the power of the cocktail.

Seeing that the cup was empty, Love leaned forward again and lazily lay on the bar: "Uncle, it's not right to like the new and hate the old, so people will accompany you for a while." ”

Starmack snorted disapprovingly, snorting wine as he continued to mix. His fingers trembled a little, so he shook some wine on the bar: "Women are like that, when you love her, you tend to lose your mind, and then make mistakes." How many kings have the fuck lost their thrones because of their beauties? Belch! Belch! Let's talk about it...... I'm going to be a big deal......"

Looking at the ceiling, the tavern owner seemed to remember the past, grinning, looking a little silly, but looking at his occasional grandeur in his eyes, it made people feel a little bit of pride: "It's not easy, I'm a foreigner, it's difficult to climb up...... The apex of power! But fate is it...... It's capricious, luck comes, I tell you, you can't stop it! Overnight, I went from a poor boy to a big man! Ha ha...... The bitch who could only live in a broken hut, eat leftover seafood, and sleep with the cheapest bitch can suddenly sit in a mansion, eat caviar, and fuck the prettiest elves and mermaids! Those nobles and officials who were once unattainable, one by one, rushed to slap me up, just to have dinner with me? I used to be penniless, but I was better at speaking than the law...... Ridiculous, you say?! ”

"You like the feeling?" Love asked.

"That's right, fuck – I love it! I used to have everything, but now it's all gone! Damn otherworldly creatures, if they hadn't invaded, I would still be able to eat and drink spicy food and spicy food now, how could I be reduced to being a chef in this shitty place! I really should let some crappy playwrights take a look, this is called fate to make people! ”

Perhaps in need of alcohol to vent his anger, Starmich poured glass after glass until he was drunk. Love gently picked up the glass, took a sip, and shook his head numbly.

The physiology of necromantic creatures has long since come to a halt, and it is never possible to be paralyzed by alcohol. Some of the emotions released by alcohol seem to Love to be vague and plausible. The thoughts that come out of [Reading Spirituality] are like the plot of a second-rate storybook, and it is impossible for him to resonate with him from the beginning to the end.

Because he saw too clearly, he couldn't feel it, and he couldn't understand it, so Love never had friends. When he found that he was not sad about it, he felt deeply sad.