"Dut!! ~~”

"There are thieves !!"

"Hurry, hurry!!"

"Yes!!"

"The thief must be found!!"

It was a quiet night, but a shrill whistle broke the peace, and the Ise Jingu Shrine, which had been plunged into darkness, was instantly lit up, and the footsteps of countless people were so noisy that they rushed to run, scurrying around in large and small houses with weapons

Everyone had an angry expression on their faces, and the way they gritted their teeth made people wonder if a certain culprit appeared in front of them in the next moment, they would not hesitate to open their mouths and bite the thief like a wild beast.

Just half an hour ago, the eight-foot mirror, one of the three neon artifacts that has been enshrined in Ise Jingu for generations, was stolen, and the guards were knocked unconscious and fell aside, and the guards who came to change shifts immediately blew the whistle, so the entire Ise Jingu was in chaos.

Originally, a large number of guards were arranged because of the theft of the Imperial Palace in Tokyo and the Atsuta Jingu Shrine in Nagoya, but it was useless, and the nets that were originally laid to catch the thieves were even more useless at the moment, everyone was running around like headless flies, but they couldn't catch a single hair of the thief, and they couldn't even see a corner of the thief's clothes, and even some of the traps laid down trapped some reckless guards, which made the person in charge who rushed to find the thief even more angry and irritated.

"Get it all moving!! If you can't catch that damn mouse!! You all apologize for my seppuku!! ”

"Hi !!"

A roar of anger resounded in the sky, and countless guards beat a spirit, and went to search even more desperately. Unfortunately, this is destined to be useless.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." On a certain tree 100 meters away from Ise Jingu, facing the brightly lit Ise Jingu in the distance, a dark shadow folded his hands apologetically and apologized in a low voice.

When he had finished speaking, listening to the noise that could be heard clearly even from this distance, the black shadow leaped into the dense woods and disappeared into the vast sea of trees.

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In the dimly lit room, only the TV flickered, and a faint glow spread throughout the large room.

"There have been three incidents since the theft of Ise Jingu, and there have been three incidents since then............... "The beautiful hostess on the TV frowned lightly, telling about the recent massive serial theft, and her words were full of anger, and she was very indignant that all the artifacts in her country had been stolen by a thief or gang of thieves, and her words were fierce, and there was no shortage of accusations of the government's incompetence.

"Sure enough, this is genuine, but..."On the opposite side of the TV, the golden figure sat comfortably on the soft sofa wrapped in high-grade leather and played with an ancient bronze mirror, he raised the bronze mirror and shook his head in disappointment, put the copper on the coffee table in front of him, he got up from the sofa, walked to the window, and opened the curtains, so that the outside sunlight could penetrate into the room.

Ashmida shook his head, in the past few days, he has been running to the Atsuta Shrine in Nagoya City, the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, and the Ise Shrine in Mie Prefecture to get the three artifacts that have been passed down from neon generation to get his hands, but the result is very disappointing to him, the Tiancong Cloud Sword and the eight-foot Qiong Magatama in the three artifacts are fakes made by later generations and are not original, although they also contain the power of faith, but for Ashmida, it is still too little. However, the fact that the eight-foot mirror is genuine still makes Ashmida feel a little relieved.

When the power of faith in those three so-called 'artifacts' is drained, they become ordinary items, no longer possessing an indestructible trait, and they will decay over time.

Feeling that the evil of this world in his body has decreased by about one percent, Ashmida exhaled slowly, it seems that his progress is still quite smooth, and after stealing all the antiquities in the neon country and draining the power of faith, he is setting off for other places.

"Bell~~"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and with a wave of his hand, Ashmida withdrew the 'front' three artifacts placed on the table back into his storage space.

"Please come in." After cleaning up, Ashmida called out softly to the door.

"Click~~"

"Guest, here's the lunch you ordered." The hotel waiter respectfully pushed open the door, he raised his head, and saw the more dazzling figure standing at the window bathed in the sun, he lost his mind for a while, and it took a while to react, and he hurriedly pushed the small cart to the small table in the room, and carefully placed the tableware and food.

"Thank you." Ashmida smiled, and casually pulled out a green Britannian coin from the neckline of his suit and placed it on the cart.

“！！” The waiter's eyes immediately widened when he saw the banknote of the cart, this is Britannian coin, it is worth more than their yen, even if the denomination of this coin is only two zeros, but this one is almost worth a month's salary!! Sure enough, it was the right thing to do to deliver food to this guest!! The waiter thought happily in his heart.

"Excuse me, what old shrines or other ancient buildings are there in this city?" Ashmida walked back to the couch from the window, lazily sinking his weight into the couch, looking at the waiter who was busy and asked.

The reason why Ashamida asked this instead of exuding his perception to find it was because he was no longer able to walk his perception on a large scale as before, and he had been warned by the 'god' of this world before, and the 'god' had once again asked him not to use too much power beyond ordinary people, of course, if someone offended his divine power, he could deal with it himself, and the 'god' just asked him not to harm the innocent and destroy the surrounding environment when he performed divine punishment.

Out of the consciousness that he is now in someone else's territory, and he must abide by other people's rules without violating his bottom line, Ashmida still agreed.

It is not enough to guide Ashmida to do things a little constrained, and he can't use too much power, and Ashmida is now using more of his own body elements and skills that can no longer be described in words.

"Huh?! An ancient shrine? The waiter hurriedly stopped what he was doing, facing such a generous big money master, if he answered well, there would definitely be more tips, he pondered for a while, and said with some hesitation: "We do seem to have such an ancient shrine here, it seems to be called Shouya Shrine...... However, it was heard that there was a withering of people, and almost no one went to worship, and only one priest was left in the shrine struggling to support him. ”

"Moriya Shrine?" Ashmida pondered for a moment, then pulled out a bill again and placed it on the dining cart, waving his hand at the waiter's surprised gaze, signaling that he could step back. Although he was a little reluctant to ask for more tips, the waiter quickly packed up his things, saluted respectfully to Ashmida, and then pushed the cart away.

"I really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance." Ashmida picked up the goblet on the table and shook it gently, the scarlet wine in the glass reflected Ashmida's expression, which was quite interested.

He raised his glass and drank it down, and the big and small voices began to echo in his mind, the mature voice, but acting as recklessly and rampaged as a child. and two gods whose voices are immature, but whose words are full of the wisdom of the elderly, who act decidely and then act, and who are wise (black-bellied).