By the time Lan and Ashina returned to Hiratano, everything was calm on the surface.

Mount Kumgang has already entered a closed state, and the flow of news is not smooth. And the four of them also ploughed the chickens and dogs on the mountain.

Madame Butterfly, as one of the few people who knew that she had followed the past to join in the fun, did not ask any more questions after seeing the old guy come back with a ruddy face.

In her opinion, this is what Reeda looks like he is bent on slashing people.

The day is approaching when the rift between the celestial spheres will open again, and the roaring bear's head necklace around Lan's neck is already shaking occasionally.

He didn't do anything else during this time, just recuperated and studied in the inner house of Hirata Sho.

In his free time, the wolf will fight with him a few times under the orders of the butterfly, and this silent ninja talent is also among the top ones.

Ashina single-mindedly leaked some of his swordsmanship to him. The speed at which he comprehended it was just as incredible as Lane's.

Ashin seems to have seen the posture of the demon hunter who is about to leave or travel far away, but the martial artist has a free and easy personality, and he will not be a mother-in-law at such a time.

So in the past few days, he has just chatted with Lan En about the customs of the country of Reed.

The size is analogous to modern times, like the white snake lord of the whole train. The rumored female warrior of the Caving Canyon and the Snake Eye Clan. The Bodhisattva Valley at the bottom of the Ashina Mountains and the monkeys inside are already capable of making swords and muskets

Strange worlds are full of bizarre situations.

Rann was amazed, but didn't have the idea of running all the way over to find out.

Every world is a vast landscape that the locals will never see in their lifetime.

He's just a passing stranger, and he shouldn't be too greedy for these wonders that even the locals have never seen.

Half a month later, the witcher formally expressed his intention to leave the employment relationship to Miko Kuro in the inner house of Hirata Sho, and Miko, who had expected it, also officially agreed.

Under the local ritual, Rann was transformed back into a non-employed traveler.

According to Ashigaru, who was patrolling the edge of the Ryuquan River, this man was wearing Nanban armor, silver medium and long hair, and a handsome and bewitching appearance. In the afternoon of the same day, he appeared at the water draw place of the Longquan River.

I simply clapped my hands on the ten, visited the river and then went up the mountain.

At that time, there were rumors of woodcutters that there was a strange scene in the bamboo forest on the mountain. When people cautiously groped their way through, there was only a small patch of unusually small patches of ground that seemed to have been blown by a small whirlwind. After that, there was no peculiarity.

A Ming country man and Nanban swordsman who shines like a meteor, but is fleeting and disappears, this superposition of identity and power seems to be very in line with the aesthetic taste of the reed celebrity.

Portraits and secretaries depicting demon hunters began to circulate vaguely.

The trend of the times is irreversible, and Ashina will eventually be besieged by the inner government.

This matter is clear to Ashina, the current lord of the country, Ashina Ichiro, and even Hirata Shokuro's Miko Kuro.

But Miko Kuro's vision, and the entanglement of karma in him, made his vision no longer limited to one time and one country.

He must cut off his noble status as 'Miko' and cut off the chain of this curse.

But the little man has already had the consciousness to pay for it.

But along the way, the taciturn ninja would never turn his back on his master.

He will fulfill his master's wish with the wedge pill in his hand, and if the wedge pill can't do it, then there is a more suitable and blood-red knife

The immortal slash [Worship Tears], as well as the fate on the blade, have been borne by people.

When the wolf walked into the ruins of Xianfeng Temple, which had been occupied by sporadic bandits, rang the rattle in the thirty-three halls, and entered the hallway of illusion.

A dwarf winter melon-like ninja wearing a black iron hat who had met him at Hirata House a few years ago shared with him in the hallway his experience of dealing with strange gatekeepers.

These experiences were much more effective than the vague words of the monks in the hallucination.

And after confirming that the wolf had accepted the immortal slash and was able to use some of his divine abilities with ease, the Kuroka ninja breathed a sigh of relief. It's like finally having fulfilled my wish and fulfilling someone's request.

He followed the wolf out of the illusory gallery, and left the reed surrounded by mountains without a trace.

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The difference in air pressure created by the fissure where the celestial spheres meet stirred a layer of lake water on the large marble floor of the Dagon Temple.

Lan En stumbled a little when he came out this time.

The 'temper' of the celestial sphere intersection rift is a bit difficult to figure out, and he was able to take a pack horse from another world last time, pulling gold coins and dragon bones out smoothly.

But this time, he was alone as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine.

The Witcher is no different from a drunkard who has drunk too much, and his steps are sluggish and messy due to a temporary malfunction of his brain.

I can turn even an exclamation mark into a question mark when I walk.

It's a shame that he didn't get any high-value items of great size and weight back from the other world this time, otherwise he might not be able to get them back.

Even if it's to carry your own reward safely in the future, you have to hurry up and get the magic package."

In a daze, Lan En was still complaining about his poor situation.

The work I'm doing now is quite high-end, and I'm going on a business trip directly from a conceptual god to another world.

But the problem is that high-end work requires high-end 'equipment support'.

Earn more, spend more.

When Lan came back this time, he didn't see the lady of the lake. He determined this by looking around after a two-minute break to regain normal.

It's normal to think about it, a concept god should be quite busy.

Except for Lan En's first trip to the other world, after confirming that he returned safely, a relatively stable process has been formed.

It's not necessary to keep an eye on it all the time.

To be honest, Lan En still has a little regret in this situation.

It's not that I can't see the goddess who doesn't care, it's just that I miss the super fast transportation where a wave hits the shore of the lake directly.

He saw the boat he had come from on the shore of the shallows of Black Tern Island.

It seems that a few months have passed, and there are even lake crabs that have been eaten clean and the carcasses have been sunburned into shriveled calcified hard flakes on the boat.

"It's winter."

Overcast clouds roll over Lake Vijma, blocking out the sun.

The water has turned a dull color and continues to get colder.

The boat seemed to be in good order, and Lane thought it might be the Miss Nymph who had been trying to 'eat' him.

As a messenger of the concept god, he had to drag an ordinary small fishing boat to the dry shore with his own hands. Thinking about it this way, the gods and divine envoys of this world have always been very down-to-earth.

With one hand, Lan turned the boat over and pushed it into the lake, driving towards the dark waters.

The forty-minute waterway voyage will not become shorter just because Lan En has learned a little more oriental martial arts than before.

In the small port of the village, Lan En drove back the fishing boat that had been missing for months under the eyes of the fishermen.

He went to the village tavern as he had done before.

And as soon as he reached the door of the tavern, he saw a beautiful mare with bright coat and smooth muscles standing in the stable.

The delicate decoration and fine needlework on the saddle all showed that this was not a noble mount that should have appeared in the village.

A charming but somewhat girlish female voice was chatting with Belengar in the tavern.

Lan En stood outside the tavern door, smashing his mouth, feeling a little difficult to do.

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