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"Is it alright? We protect the Cleansing God from the persecution of the 'prisoners,' and the Cleansing God helps us destroy the site of the 'Angel's Fall' ritual. It should be a win-win situation. What do you think, Cleansing God?"
The spirit did not answer.
She was silently drawing circles on the sand with her finger, cursing you to eat instant noodles without seasoning packets for the rest of your lives!
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At this moment, Fangcun was on his way on horseback...
In fact, the long-distance bus Fangcun was on arrived later than scheduled due to traffic congestion. It was already completely dark, and it was almost eight o'clock.
"Taxis in Japan are so expensive!"
Fangcun cried out in despair about her poverty. The few coins she borrowed from "Sister Pao" weren't even enough for her to afford a taxi ride there. Once she got there, she wouldn't have any money for food or a hotel.
Let's walk over there slowly...
Fang Cun pulled out the borrowed handheld console, turned on GPS navigation, and slowly made his way towards the seaside guesthouse.
Anyway, if it's performed according to the script, this magic trick is just an accident under the aura of divine intervention, and the person who cast the spell has no idea what they did.
So, there's no rush. We'll have to wait until at least tomorrow for their investigation results.
Thinking this, Fang Cun looked up and saw a convenience store on the street, and his stomach immediately started growling.
I only ate a small packet of fruit juice candy for lunch today; I spent the rest of the time on the bus and didn't have a chance to eat anything else.
Instant noodles, fried beef patties, potato pancakes, and fried chicken drumsticks!
Fang Cun had never thought that junk food could be so delicious. He devoured all the high-oil and high-calorie foods, then had a carton of milk. Touching his bald head, Fang Cun had entered a state of sage mode and just wanted to lie in bed and have a good sleep.
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After eight o'clock, the summer night truly begins.
The Jing Shen family gathered on the first floor of a seaside guesthouse, sitting around a round table. Although it was called the Jing Shen family, the roles had all been reversed.
Chapter 264 Dung Beetle
Chapter 264
The Jing Shen family gathered on the first floor of a seaside guesthouse, sitting around a round table. Although it was called the Jing Shen family, the roles had all been reversed.
Kanzaki Mizuori, as a "friend of the Pure God," naturally joins this group of strange characters.
Of course, to outsiders, her friend was a "rude red-haired foreign delinquent."
Jing Shen felt slightly uneasy. Since he didn't know when "The Fall of the Angels" would be completed, why was he still sitting here so leisurely?
However, for Kanzaki, since the phenomenon revolves around Shirogane, it seems that protecting Shirogane is also one of his obligations.
However, Tsuchimikado did not join the group; he is probably hiding in the shadows of the breakwater, playing with sea cockroaches.
To outsiders, he was a "male celebrity who had just gotten into trouble." As a professional spy, Tsuchimikado probably didn't want to be entangled in the crowd and unable to extricate himself.
Therefore, those sitting around the round table were all ordinary people.
On the surface.
Everyone was hungry, but there was no sign of any staff.
Turn on the TV, and you'll only see some weirdos acting out cheesy scenes—soap operas with absolutely no production value, not worth talking about at all.
Although she had no idea what to say, Yoruichi still started a conversation with Kanzaki.
"Hello, I am the mother of the demon tormentor. I didn't know demon tormentors knew foreign friends; this is truly an international era. Ah, here's an Egyptian amulet as a gift. It's an Egyptian scarab beetle; it's said that with it, you won't get lost in the desert."
Nightblade took out a glass bottle about the size of a pepper shaker, which contained dried-up insect corpses.
Jing Shen paused for a moment, then exclaimed loudly, "Isn't that a dung beetle? Don't bring that kind of thing out of the dining table, you idiot mom!"
"Do not."
Kanzaki calmly stated, "In Egypt, the scarab beetle is a symbol of reincarnation, and it, along with the eye of the falcon-headed god and the life symbol of Anko, are representative gifts of Egypt."
"Uh...right, right! Exorcism, even though Mom doesn't understand it very well either, you shouldn't dismiss other countries' cultures based on preconceived notions."
"What? Am I the only one? Am I the only one who thinks it's wrong to bring out a dried dung beetle corpse on the dinner table?"
Jōjin was deeply shocked. At that moment, "Misaka," sitting next to him, tugged at Jōjin's sleeve and said:
"No, I'm on my sister's side. It would be terrifying to use something like that as a phone charm; it might shake along with the phone when it vibrates."
"I really want to thank you for giving me such an objective answer, but I get super annoyed whenever I hear your cutesy voice."
"what the hell!"
Misaka pouted, but the straight-laced, stoic Jōjin completely ignored her.
At this moment, Jing Shen thought of something.
The Pure God family shouldn't have a "younger sister." So, in everyone's eyes, who exactly is "Misaka"?
So the Cleansing Spirit moved to another position and secretly inquired of the Forbidden Book Index, which was playing the role of the father:
"(Hey, I'm asking you, who's that little sister? I'm really curious...)"
Parentheses indicate speaking softly.
"Oh my, does the Touhou Project like girls who are like little sisters?"
It seems Dad's head is malfunctioning. Jing Shen reached out and gently tapped it with his hand, as if he were tapping a broken television set.
"Oh dear, he really has no mercy for women. That one is none other than the Dragon God, the demon-slaying cousin."
"(Cousin?)"
"Oh dear, have you forgotten her, Demon Slayer? Do you remember Uncle Dragon God and Aunt Dragon God? You haven't seen each other since you graduated from kindergarten and entered Academy City. But you and Dragon God used to share a blanket for afternoon naps."
"But...but this person wasn't here yesterday!"
"She only arrived this morning."
As they were talking, loud footsteps came from the entrance towards the seaside; the boss had returned.
"Sorry, I haven't had time to greet you. The loudspeaker by the beach broke down and it took quite a while to fix it."
Kanzaki, who was closest to the boss, turned around and said:
"Please don't mind, the loudspeaker can be used to announce tsunami information and assist in disaster relief work. Such matters concerning human lives should of course be given priority. What's going on with this?"
"Tyr? Is that some kind of slang term?"
The tall man with long red hair asked suspiciously.
"Are you about to have dinner? We don't have a huge selection here, but the advantage is that it's fast!"
"No. Uh (I was so careless! I completely forgot that Tyr is on a hunting mission in Japan!)"
It seems that Tyr is now completely under the control of "Angel's Fall".
I suppose all magicians in the world are probably the same; magicians like Tsuchimikado and Kanzaki who noticed the anomaly are a minority.
Kanzaki muttered to herself, but no one around her noticed. Everyone was focused on choosing their main meal from a limited selection of options, such as ramen, yakisoba, and curry.
(P.S.: Because the boss is affected by the spell, no one else notices that he is currently wearing a red-haired skin, so in everyone's eyes only Kanzaki is red-haired.)
The tall, imposing owner, having finished taking everyone's orders, strode into the depths of the restaurant. At that moment, Index: Forbidden Books placed his hand on his cheek, looked at Kanzaki, and said:
"Wow, your Japanese is really good! Uncle really admires you."
"??"
Kanzaki's shoulders twitched slightly. "Ah, no, thank you for the compliment."
Although Kanzaki and Index are both members of the Anglican Church, they are currently estranged for some reason. Kanzaki is quite troubled by this sudden conversation.
Of course, no one else, including the amnesiac Jing Shen, knew these inside stories.
"Wow, you're very polite and humble. I thought you were a rough and tough person because you're so tall."
Kanzaki, who was only slightly taller than the average Japanese person, trembled slightly on the shoulder.
But no one around her noticed her reaction. "Misaka" then added:
"However, your choice of words is a bit strange, it feels a bit masculine. You're so tall, you should probably try to speak in a more feminine way. Also, your movements are a little bit like a boy's."
Kanzaki, who had undergone more training than the average man, had a slight tremor in his cheek muscles.
He murmured, "Only...only a little bit?"
Jing Shen had already sensed something was wrong, but Ye Ren interrupted, saying:
"Alright, alright, stop saying that. With language, as long as the meaning is conveyed correctly, that's enough, right? I believe she speaks like that because the person who taught her Japanese was male. And whether she looks tall or not doesn't matter, does it?"
Kanzaki's entire body began to tremble slightly.
Chapter 265 Sneaking into the Village, Don't Shoot
Chapter 265
Jingshen hurriedly used all his body language to comfort Shenlie:
(Kanzaki! Kanzaki! They're not talking about you! They're just mistaking you for "Tyr Magnus"! They're definitely not saying you're tall and strong, that you look like a brave and robust woman!)
The next second, Kanzaki slowly stood up.
Completely unaware, Kiyokami realized that the words she uttered were the most hurtful. Kanzaki grabbed Kiyokami's collar and whispered:
"(I see, so that's your opinion?)"
As she said this, she dragged Jing Shen away from the round table.
"(Wait a minute! Where are you taking me? Are you going to torture me? Ah! That should be the bathroom. I've heard that there's a torture method in American prisons where they keep showering prisoners with cold water until they lose body temperature!)"
Kanzaki did not answer.
The spirit of purification was like a dead snake, being dragged further and further away.
Kanzaki didn't drag Jōjin to any strange place; they just went deeper into the shop.
For Kanzaki, there didn't seem to be any particular destination. After arriving at a secluded place and giving Jōjin a good scolding, Kanzaki's gaze was suddenly drawn to a frosted glass sliding door next to her.
"By the way, the guesthouse also has a bathroom. It's a bit embarrassing to say, but the emergency situation these past few days has kept me from taking a bath."
That's right, the seaside guesthouses have bathrooms. Just like the simple bathrooms set up on the beach, their purpose is to allow tourists to wash the seawater off their skin.
Jing Shen glanced back at the corridor he had come from and asked:
"But do you have time to shower? If 'Angel's Fall' is completed, it will be too late, won't it?"
"You're right."
Kanzaki hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I know I shouldn't let personal feelings interfere at a time like this. But I really can't stand seeing that child smile at me; I don't deserve that."
Kanzaki said with a bitter expression.
She seemed to be running away from something.
"..."
The Pure One remained silent. When they stormed the alchemist fortress "Misawa Academy," Tyr had spoken of the Index of Forbidden Books with the same expression.
That must be a serious trauma that should never be reopened.
Therefore, Jing Shen decided not to interfere any further.
If it were her before she lost her memory, she'd probably be babbling again.
"Oh, by the way, why did you pull me to the bathroom? Are we having a tactical meeting?"
"..." Kanzaki shook her head slightly.
"No, what I want to ask you is very simple. I just want you to stay here and watch over things. This bathroom should be shared like a hot spring or a public bathhouse, right?"
Jing Shen remained silent.
In this small seaside guesthouse, the bathrooms are naturally not separated by gender. There's only one bathroom; when a girl goes in, it's the women's bathroom, and when a boy goes in, it's the men's bathroom.
Kanzaki is known to everyone as "Tyr Magnus".
So even if other women could see Kanzaki's silhouette through the frosted glass, they might still think, "Oh, it's a girl taking a bath now," and walk in without a care, especially the guesthouse owner.
"Are you thinking, 'This might actually be kind of fun?'"
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