Nothing was said all night.

Although Kiyohime is crazy, she can still communicate.

Especially, for some reason, this crazy little girl always sees the two masters of Yagi and Fujimaru as Lord Anzhen, so she obeys the two of them.

Fujimaru Rika slept until noon, and when she stretched her body, she felt a clicking sound from her shoulders, neck and joints everywhere, and she slept comfortably.

After all, the bed here was for the nobility, and it was much more comfortable than the ordinary clerk's room rationed by the Chaldeans.

If it weren't for the size of the things she brought back from the peculiarity, she would have wanted to get a bed over.

"Good morning, Matthew."

Rika Fujimaru greeted the girl with a slightly flushed face beside her.

"Ahh......h

was so excited that Matthew couldn't even speak. I don't know what happened to Matthew before she woke up, but in short, it was something that made Matthew excited.

As soon as he realized that he had said the wrong thing in a panic, Matthew covered his mouth with his lovely hands and looked panicked.

"Huh? Matthew, what's wrong? ”

"Ah, no, nothing! Absolute! What the! All! No! Happen! ”

Matthew bit hard word by word, his pink-purple hair approached at once, and his dark purple eyes were full of unquestionable serious expressions. Fujimaru Rika smiled awkwardly, she didn't expect Matthew to react so much, originally just joking with her.

Decisively skipping the topic, she asked the time while getting dressed, and chatted a few details about things. When she was ready, Rika Fujimaru opened the door and was about to go to the living room......

"Lord Anzhen, the little girl Qingji has been waiting for a long time!"

"Wow!"

As soon as she opened the door, she heard a sweet and greasy female voice coming from under her feet, so frightened that she quickly took a step back, and then looked carefully at the door, and sure enough, it was Qingji!

This woman, in the extremely humble posture of an ancient Japanese woman, knelt on the ground, lowered her head deeply on the floor, and asked Fujimaru Rika to say goodbye.

"Kiyohime?!"

"Lord Ah-jin! Let's go! Let's eat together! ”

Half-forced by Kiyohime to the living room, Yagi and the others were already there, holding coffee, and the black-haired swordsman who felt the bitter taste raised his hand to say hello to her.

Like Matthew, he was a sub-subordinate, and he did not need to rest in essence, but he was still mentally tired, and sleep was a habitual means of relaxation, not a necessary act. Yesterday, I read Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales to Qing Ji all night, and he painfully came to the conclusion that Andersen's fairy tales are not for ordinary people to read.

Because most of the fairy tales are completely different from the versions he watched when he was a child.

There is a feeling of childhood collapse. Now, he's using caffeine to relieve his mental pain.

Kiyohime's cooking skills are excellent.

Although this analogy is strange, it is unexpected, it is a cooking skill of the same level as the cat maid Miss Tamamo Cat seen in the Jura Forest before.

In terms of cuisine, there are both French and Japanese cuisine. However, I guess I have fully considered the differences between Asian and European food cultures, and Kiyohime cooks a lot of French food. Unlike the usual French cuisine, where there is only a little food on a large plate, each plate is full.

Plenty of rest and delicious food, two things that you are used to on a daily basis can no longer get used to, are now precious. Especially Rika Fujimaru, who has just made a long journey, is even more so.

Qing Ji, as always, poured out her fanatical love to the two people called An Zhen, how to say it, although they have only met for a day, the two have begun to get used to it.

In the midst of the small talk in the morning, I suddenly heard the bell ringing.

Heavy huge bells.

It rang eight times in a row, and I don't know what bell it was.

The sound was so loud that it was as if the buildings were all resonating.

As the building rumbled, everyone could hear the huge bell clearly.

"What kind of bell is this?"

Yagi Yukisai said.

"Ah, it's the clock of tomorrow, it's something Sanson likes. Every time this bell is ringed, it means that the execution begins. Every few rings correspond to the number of people who have been executed today. ”

“？！”

Just listening to it, it makes Fujimaru Richika's hairs stand on end, it's just a demon, this kind of person.

"Is it eight today, hey, could it be that the people who were not successfully executed yesterday plus the sinners who have been found today?"

Kiyohime muttered, her eyes fixed on Rika Fujimaru.

"Lord Ah-jin! Forget the trivialities! Now, please concentrate on tasting Kiyohime's carefully ...... for you"

Before she finished speaking, Rika Fujimaru pushed her hand away slightly roughly, and looked at Yagi Yukisai: "Yagi-senpai, let's go quickly!" Can't let them be so domineering! ”

Really, very naïve idea.

I want to save those who can.

There are so many people in the world who are thirsting for salvation, and if they are redeemed one by one, it is far from enough to be at the level of human beings. Only God has this power.

Therefore, the more human beings try to save human beings, the more they will feel small and inadequate to themselves, and they may succeed at first, but as they save more people, the more people will be expected to be expected, until one day, they will be crushed by this kind of redemption.

Fujimaru Rika's behavior is naïve and stupid.

"Okay. Let's go. ”

Yukisai Yagi agreed with a smile.

But that's her style.

This is like what the savior of humanity and the savior of mankind should say.

Be naïve or stupid.

If you don't even do what you can to save those who can, as a human being, you will be too indifferent and ruthless.

Yagi Yukisai himself will definitely be clear, but he doesn't hate the idea of Fujimaru Rika trying to save everyone.

It is precisely because I don't have this kindness that I want to protect this kindness. It is precisely because it is difficult for everyone to be kind that kindness is rare. This is what you have to be a savior. The rest is to be supplemented by yourself and these reliable followers.

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On the execution table, Sanson held a strangely shaped sword in his hand. The whole looks like a widened one-handed sword, and the blades on both sides are blunt, as if they are wearing a huge scabbard.

However, outside the rounded head of the top of the sword, a pair of sharp, sickle-like structures protrude out and are pieced together to resemble axes.

This is a special weapon that gives the feeling of a guillotine.

Sanson poked it on the floor of the execution platform, shivering down below, but had to gather the crowd at his feet to watch the execution.

These people deserve a painless death.

In the pre-Sanson years, death was a painful thing.

This is especially true of executions.

Therefore, there is a need for executioners, a profession that specializes in honing the art of killing in order to bring sinners a painless death. In Sanson's time, with the invention of the guillotine, executions became more convenient and efficient.

And this efficiency has led to a significant increase in the number of people executed.

(Death is the hope of tomorrow.) As an executor of death, all you need to do is hone your execution skills. What if the last savior of mankind stands on his guillotine? The noble man who stood up for humanity is worthy of his guillotine and the execution props he has created with all his might. ）

"Come on...... Come on, Chaldean! ”

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