"Lord Sara, this is the result of the investigation of the Eagle Division, similar to other families, in addition to betraying the general, all kinds of evil things have been done."

Starting with the evidence of another Tianling affiliated family, Kujou Sara was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning, and just asked as usual.

"How many innocent can be pardoned?"

"The newborn cub of that vicious dog in the yard of the Eagle Division's family."

Every family in Inazuma has the habit of recruiting samurai, and practicing martial arts is extremely costly for Mora, and many samurai do choose to accept recruitment.

They perform the duties of guardian of the main family and abide by the spirit of the samurai, but they never go too far into the affairs of those families, because then they will be completely bound.

At least on the bright side...

Kujou Sara and his party are not worried about these samurai who have too much contact with the family, in addition to the general, no matter how sharp the sword is, it will also decay one day, but it does not prevent them from approaching as a samurai to obtain information.

The fierce drinks were combined with the pills provided by the Narukami Taisha Shrine, and in the private room of the Uyutei Tavern, terrifying news came out of their mouths.

This behavior is naturally abnormal, but with the cover of Yaedo, they procured the wine reserves of all the ships on the docks on the outlying islands, making a gesture of wanting to break into the alcohol industry.

Inazuma's liquor industry was greatly shaken, and a large number of liquor merchants began to sell at low prices, coupled with the depressing atmosphere throughout the day, many people chose to use alcohol to relieve their sorrows.

The drunken samurai was just one of them.

"Huh~ This kind of corruption, only with a big purge can Inazuma be clean again, that's because there is such a worm, and the eternity of the shogun can't be realized."

"Wait until the Rong Cai Festival, let me be the headman!"

Ying, who had already blended into the Great Purge team, volunteered to pat her chest and blow away the dust that didn't exist on the blade, and the Sky Blade shimmered with a cyan light.

In order to avoid leaking secrets, when she came out, she dumped Paimon, who was the easiest to say, to Shisui.

After this wave, there must be at least 100,000 rough stones!

"Give me the most dangerous place."

Kujou Sara said honestly, "I'll leave it to you that day, Traveler. Please don't let the Shogun stop us from purging. ”

“……”

Ying's smile froze, and she looked at the tengu in front of her with a serious expression, and asked cautiously, "Didn't you say that the castle tower was handed over to that fox?" ”

"Yae Miyaji said that if a traveler wants help, she is more than welcome."

Kujou Sara didn't know.

Yae Miko, who had a very clear self-awareness, didn't want to block the castle tower alone from the beginning, and she was ready to go and roll in front of the water stop because she couldn't fool the travelers.

If it were an ordinary time, Yae Miko would definitely not approve of Kujo Sara's plan, after all, that puppet has no feelings, although it only has the power of Kage Nanatsuni, but it is not something that an ordinary family member can match.

Now that there is a guarantee in the city, it seems that he has no interest in the purge of Kujou Sara, and he is probably paying attention to it all the time, so he doesn't have to worry about not being able to dodge the second knife when the time comes.

You can't die, and Ying can still observe the outside world in the Pure Land of One Heart, but the bitterness will definitely be eaten, maybe she will be pulled in with her.

How can that work?

There is a lonely one inside, there is no little witch to tease, the light to relieve boredom, the delicious, hot fried tofu, and then it can only be boring to flirt.

My dear gods will be angry and crying.

"It's really the most dangerous place."

Ying Le said tentatively: "Do you think it is possible that those family treasures will be the most dangerous?" ”

"Travelers, please rest assured that the treasure trove is not within the scope of our Great Purge, and even if someone takes advantage of the theft, Shikanoin Heizou will be responsible for recovering it."

Kujou Sara refuted the traveler's proposal.

The most important thing in the Great Purge is naturally to remove the moths, except for the Lord of the Three Missions, which is then decided by the Shogun, the rest of the people must not stay to enjoy the light of the Shogun.

"Lord Sara, Lunoin has found important clues about the Society's execution, and judging from the evidence, it is very likely that they secretly funded the rebels."

"Thoroughly!"

Sure enough, even the most prestigious society has not escaped the fate of betrayal, two Fatui and one rebel, have they forgotten to be the honor of being a priest?

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According to Yae Miko's description, when Shadow created the collapse of the country, he borrowed a little bit of material from him, and Shisui still didn't worry about the collapse of the country after all.

This child must be upright and easy to offend people when he speaks outside, and if anyone moves his hands and feet, it is impossible for him to suffer, and the person on the other side may not be able to say it.

Thinking that he should be optimistic, Shisui takes Paimon out of the hotel with him, and heads in the direction of Hanamizaka, where a merchant who happens to meet Fontaine on the side of the road is forced to perform a play on the side of the street.

"The taste of Inazuma's three-color dumplings hasn't changed over the years, No."

"Thank you."

Guobang obediently took the dessert and looked at the drama performance opposite with fluttering eyes.

……

"Anfaloka, why are you doing this?"

The man standing on the high platform was dressed in a white and blue robe, holding a shining scepter, and his expression was in a trance, and his lips trembled and tears were dripping.

The man who was prostrate under the high platform laughed wildly and stretched out his hand, the spear pierced his heart, and the blood bloomed on the floor, and he trembled and picked up the irregular stones and piled them into a stone pile, and silently pulled off the bottom piece.

"Why? I just want to subvert your justice, I want to watch the so-called gods fall from the gods! It's just what I want."

"No...... If you want a throne, I can give it to you, you are my child..."

"What about justice!"

"It is not mine, it is the common property of the people, and according to the law, I cannot give to my children what belongs to me."

The god stepped down from the platform, lifted up his child in grief, and asked again:

"Why the hell are you doing that?"

Amfaloka angrily shook off the help from the gods and waved her hands.

"Don't ask stupid questions a second time! Isn't it beautiful that the moment when justice is destroyed, it is like a white flower falling into flames and turning into ashes, and a bird that crosses a high mountain falls into a lake?"

"It's not pretty, kid, it's something wrong with your heart."

"Of course there is something wrong with my heart, your soldier plunged a spear into my heart, and now you have a chance to come and sweep the dust off my heart."

Amfaloka staggered back two steps, pulled out the tip of her spear, and slashed open her chest, revealing her water-made heart.

"As pure as ever, as beautiful as ever, what dust will your scepter sweep away for me?"

"No...... I don't ......."

"There is no dust in my heart! There will never be you in an empty home! When I step into your temple, you will never tell me to leave!"

Anfaloka pushed the god away with all his might, and his figure staggered into the distance, he didn't know where to go when he failed, he just ran aimlessly.

Flowing across streams, trampling on deserts, crushing hard tree trunks, blood grinding out of his hands after climbing the peak, time worn away his will, endless dust pouring into his heart through his open chest.

As he walked, the mad Son of God came to a distant place where he didn't know him, where people were dressed in strange clothes and spoke with strange accents.

The long journey drained the last drop of his blood, and the inhuman God's outcast was finally unable to hold on under the torture of his injuries, and he weakly grasped the clothes of the passers-by.

"Hey, did you see my mother?"

Asking like this one by one, the abandoned son of God walked half the street, and finally a passer-by scolded him impatiently.

"Where's the madman? Get out of here!"

Anfaloka blinked in a trance:

"Yes, that's right, Mother is true."

The obsession in the heart is erased, and the abandoned son who left his hometown bloomed his last life in a foreign land.

……

"This is carefully adapted from the legend of our Fontaine, I don't know the end of the God's Abandoned Son, I can't say that I will change my name and live in other places, if you feel interesting, please support me! Those who have money hold a money field, and those who don't have money hold a personal field. ”

Amid the shouts of the merchants of Fontaine, there was the thin sound of two sticks breaking.

In the lively atmosphere at the end of the play, two people left the street in silence.

Paimon, who was relieved to settle the three-color dumplings, blinked blankly.