Chapter 167 Come if you want to win favor

167.

In today's bean-scattering activity, you have further confirmed your true identity——

Yes, you are the Emperor of Honmaru.

The little Fei became the big Ruga, so you also grew from the little emperor of Honmaru to the big emperor of Honmaru, not to mention...

"We are like the emperor and his harem."

Especially when throwing beans, some blades are always releasing flood water.

I'll just run a few steps just for the sake of showing my support. Seeing that your face is full of doting, I won't struggle at all. I'll just lie down there and let you do whatever you want.

These guys... you thought with great sorrow, have turned the thrilling battle royale into a game of "Come and catch me" and "Beauty, here I come" that the tyrant emperor and his concubines would play in the back garden.

Bad, so bad! You are such an honest, fair and just Chicken Soup Emperor, not a tyrant.

"Hmm? What is the master talking about?" Mikazuki Munechika turned his head and chuckled, "Hahaha, harem? If the master wants..."

He blinked, lowered his voice, and hinted: "Of course we can..."

"Dead Dopu."

You stuffed a piece of peony cake into Mikazuki Munechika's mouth, and felt that what this blade said next would destroy the pure Honmaru relationship, so you'd better let him shut up first.

"I can, but you can't." You said seriously, "My harem doesn't need beautiful swords that only know how to flatter the master."

You need very practical "harem", for example, those who can write documents, cook, farm... Well, some blades, such as Sakiri Hasebe, although they flatter the master, but they are very fast in writing documents and calculating accounts. When you meet this blade, you are really moved and can't resist, so you have to let him join the harem with great difficulty.

"Oh——" Mikazuki Munechika smiled even more happily. He raised his hands and covered the lower half of his face with his sleeves. "So, does this mean that the Lord really likes this face?"

"The master also likes the little fox..."

"The fur."

Kogumaru rudely pushed his "little brother" away. The hair on his head moved, and he looked over with bloodshot eyes, his tone sounding a little aggrieved and coquettish.

"Master, it's been a long time since you came to comb my hair." Kokomonmaru took out the comb you gave him from his arms and rubbed it with his face. He looked back at you and said, "I wonder if Master can comb my hair on the first day of the new year?"

"Haha..." Mikazuki Munechika, who was almost squeezed to the point of falling over, raised his hand to straighten his hair ornament, "Kokitsunemaru-dono, didn't you comb your hair with a blade comb yesterday and it went very smoothly?"

"Miratsuki-dono was mistaken." Kogunimaru remained calm, "It's normal for an old man who has lived for a thousand years to have blurred vision."

Veins started popping out on Mikazuki Munechika's forehead. "Hahaha, is that so?"

…

Looking at this scene, you began to let your mind go blank. Then you expressionlessly snatched Kogumura's comb and stuffed it into Mikazuki Munechika's hand. You said coldly, "You both have long hair, comb each other's hair. Brothers, please help each other."

I won't fight for you anymore. If you want to be weird, go to Sanjo Stable and be weird. You are a single-minded person. What you love will only be 108 samurai swords and all the heavy swords that came later... After all, weapons are not people, it doesn't matter how many you love them.

Besides, modern society advocates monogamy. The samurai sword is your wife and the heavy sword is your husband, so how can it not be considered monogamy?

The mystic’s book…well, the mystic’s book can also be read.

"What happened to them?" Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi came over with a thick stack of papers in his arms, and looked at the cold Sanjo family sword in confusion, "What did you do again?"

“I don’t know.” You looked at Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi innocently, “It’s unfair, I didn’t do anything… If you don’t believe me, ask Imakaki.”

Imakaki nodded as he happily swayed in your arms: "Yeah, Master didn't do anything, he just promised to come to Sanjo Room to play with me tonight."

The two swordsmen in the cold war put aside their personal grudges and looked at Imakaki with admiration: He is indeed the true elder brother of the Sanjo faction...

One strike killed the competition for favor.

California Qingguang, who had listened to the whole thing, was annoyed: "Hey, the master didn't say that, did he? If you have to say...if you have to say where the master goes at night, it should be the master who paints my nails!"

"Last time..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu put his hands on his hips, feeling somewhat proud, "When I was working in the master's shop, the master promised me, right, Anding?"

"Ah..." Yamato Moriyasu touched his head in embarrassment, "I was working in the front, and I didn't know what happened in the back kitchen..." He continued, facing his companion's incredulous eyes, "So I didn't hear it."

"I really didn't hear anything. It was definitely not revenge for Qingguang bringing his master to see me."

"...Why are we getting into this kind of blade feud now? Shouldn't we work together to get the master to come to our stable?"

…

"Ha..." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi sighed, tapped the topmost document, looked at the other blades, and said calmly with the composure of a "maiden", "Sorry, the master can't go anywhere tonight, these..."

"The things sent from Yokohama need him...her...tsk, really, what's your gender? Anyway, the owner needs to confirm it."

Sorry, a player's gender is a player's gender.

"Yeah." After finally solving the remaining problems, the leader Zai, who rushed back from another Yokohama, smiled shyly at the blade present, "I'm sorry, everyone."

The first person to receive your blessing in the New Year and the first person to send blessing will be Dazai Osamu - the leader version, please do not confuse him with the ignorant "Dazai Osamu" next door.

"Hey, are you back?" You leaned back, "Aren't you going to spend the New Year with Xiaowei, Ango and the others?"

"Ah, we've already celebrated in advance." The chieftain naturally pushed aside a few knives and sat next to you, "Odasaku still has to go back to be with the children."

"Oh, I see."

If you think about the number of children that Oda Sakunosuke adopted in that world... that was enough for a small orphanage, no wonder they disbanded early.

"Those two people behind are also from Yokohama. They are New Year's gifts for you." The leader took out two New Year's cards from his pocket. "Look, these are New Year's cards prepared by Odasaku and Ango."

“Eh——”

You looked back again and saw Blade, who came from the government, moving a box towards you with Blade in his hand.

Nanquan Ichimonji would squat down and meow after every two steps, but seeing the sharp eyes of Yamadori, he didn't dare to rest for too long.

"So many? How did they get sent across time and space?"

"This..." The leader took out the book from his arms, "Of course, I rely on books and current affairs to help me."

"Yes, Master of the Shinto, there are some New Year's supplies sent by Jizheng." Kitsunesuke jumps onto your knees and sweeps your thighs with his big tail. "One hundred thousand copies of each of the four resources, ten Fuji Yusha for forging knives and making swords, and five training recall pigeons..."

"Originally, I only had half the resources, but..." Kitsunesuke puffed out his furry chest and said proudly, "I'm not a new fox anymore. I successfully bargained with the current government!"

"Oh, our Dalang has made great progress." You rubbed Kitsunesuke's head, "I saved a portion of the fried tofu rolls made by Mi-chan for you."

"Mr. Judge—" Kitsunesuke was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears, "We will continue to work hard!"

Try your best to take advantage of current politics and make money for the Judge!

"They are not dangerous goods. We have checked them with instruments in advance." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi rubbed his wrist. "But they have not been unpacked, so you need to confirm again, sign for them, and then write a document."

"Write it yourself." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi smiled. "Oh, you are also involved in writing documents in this world, right? You can also write some documents on current affairs yourself, right?"

"Oh, so you are a cross-time courier?" You understood completely, then looked at Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi with clear eyes and said honestly, "If you don't want to write, can you return all the goods?"

"Chang Yi, you know me well. I am very introverted and don't even dare to write freely. I am very sickly and faint when I see words, lie down when I see a bed, and eat when I see food."

"Haha." The clerk kept smiling. "The goods have been delivered. No returns or exchanges are accepted."

"Whatever. I don't want to write."

You didn't care at all that you were now a two-meter-tall strong woman. You just lay back, your arms and legs dangling, and started to act like a spoiled brat: "Changyi, can you bear to let a weak woman like me, who can't lift anything with her hands or shoulders, spend the first day of the new year writing documents?"

"Forget about this song, the master is still young." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro helped you up. He looked at Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi and said seriously, "I can write it for the master."

"That's right, Pipi is still the best." You nodded frantically, "I will demote you from a Yamaubakiri noble concubine to a noble lady."

"Huh? You bastard, that's not what you said on the road just now." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi's forehead was throbbing with veins, "Didn't you say that you wanted to help your master grow up in the new year?"

"Yes, the new year." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro nodded, "It's the new year now, and the new year I'm talking about is next year."

Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi smiled with a fake smile: "Haha, why didn't I see that you are such a blade, fake?"

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro replied in a calm tone: "Honka, it's normal that you can't see it. If you can see it, our relationship will be too ambiguous."

"...Don't talk like the master. I feel a little disgusted when you talk like this."

“…Sorry, I have a little too.”

…

The leader Zai, who did not participate in the war with the knife spirits at all, used an expression like "I am a human, I am so weak, I can't snatch Fu Wangshen at all" to confuse the other blades, greatly lowering the knife spirits' guard.

While the other Blades were trying to persuade the Yamaubakiri to stop arguing, he turned around and asked you innocently, "Do you want to open the presents?"

He is so weak, he is pretending.jpg

*

"Oh, glass beads, they were sent by Luanbu, right? The snacks that have been opened... were also sent by Luanbu, right? What, two Luanbu just sent this? Damn, or was it because of Watasi's spit? I'm so hurt that I'm going to quit the Internet!"

"The pen was given by Kunikida, it's so personal. What's this? A three-piece set of super luxurious cat food cans and a giant cat climbing frame... Why did the president give this as a gift?"

"Atsushi and Akutagawa's perfect grades? Why are these things included? A collection of the cat god's superb salvation... What is this? Huh? I put it in the wrong place?"

"A direct flight to France? Oh, it was given to you by Mr. Rimbaud... the guy who made Bozi Soda? He's a very nice guy. This dress was given to you by Ryuhiko Shibuzawa, right? No, I don't plan to wear it."

"Are you saying that this super cool black motorcycle in front of me was given to me by Chuuya, who I know very well?" You lie on the motorcycle, "Although it's a little small, but what a new mount, Chuuya is great, Chuuya is awesome, he is really very promising."

He is worthy of being the acting leader you chose. He even knows to give the leader a cool mount. He really makes you cry.

"Xiaozuo sent me a new book. Oh my god, it's finally born. It's a big fat new book!"

You put Oda Sakunosuke's book into your backpack with satisfaction. You were moved, so moved that Wannian Gugusaku really wrote a book.

"Oh, there's also a greeting card..." You reached into Oda Sakunosuke's gift box and rummaged around, "Oh, is this a greeting card from Paipai? This one is obviously drawn by Xiaosaku, and the style is very similar to the one next door..."

It’s just that the one next door is more skilled. Maybe the dad who has more kids to look after has a higher level of stick drawing skills, right?

"Anwu's paintings are exactly the same, they look like copied and pasted paintings, and they also have the flavor of being a pure office worker."

"...Dazai." You glanced at Dazai Osamu's greeting card, then looked at the leader, worriedly, "Do you want auntie to enroll you in a children's painting class?"

This is not a question of whether to draw or not, but the resentment is about to escape from the card.

It is a complete curse.

Ishikirimaru has even taken out the Yubiki.

"Haha." The leader kept smiling, "This is just a personal act, don't bring it up with others."

“Oh.” You held out your hand to the leader, “What about yours?”

You don't believe that Dazai Osamu didn't draw this.

The leader looked away: "Well... I gave it to Mr. Mori."

"Is it true? I don't believe it."

The leader raised his hands in surrender: "Really... but there are other things..." His voice became quieter, and he turned his head away, mumbling, "It's too ugly..."

He had clearly sought instruction from Oda Saku for a long time, but even his most successful one was enough to make others take a few steps back at a glance.

"But that's your intention, right?" Although you can turn a blessing into a curse... well, how can it not be considered an NPC's personal talent? You scratched your head and became more confident, "No one can escape from Auntie, give it to me."

The leader hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly handed you the greeting card, while constantly adding, "It's okay if you don't want it. After all, it's not a very good greeting card... Don't worry, I won't be sad at all."

You glanced at his greeting card and put it into your backpack along with the small cards given by others: "It's not bad."

The big meaty tentacle monster that Mikazuki transformed into before was much more sanity-reducing than this one.

Mikazuki Munechika, who always felt that he was being cueed, looked up blankly:?

"Aren't you planning to go back tomorrow?" After unpacking all the gifts and sorting them into your backpack, you looked at the leader curiously, "Are you planning to spend the New Year in Honmaru?"

Then we have to ask Mi-chan to cook for one more person.

"Hey..." The leader's eyes widened, and he quickly lowered his head, "Sorry, am I disturbing you here? Can't I stay here? I understand."

"That's fine... but you need to change your tone. If you talk to Chacha in Honmaru, the final result will only be punished by my fists."

You thought the leader was going back to his own world to celebrate the New Year... After a pause, you said, "Of course you can stay here. You are the secretary of Honmaru, and this is also your home."

The leader is a contracted secretary of Honmaru, so he is naturally your home NPC. It would be abnormal if the home NPC could not stay at home, right?

“You can invite friends to come and play… but you have to write the current affairs report yourself. You can call Chuuya over there and ask him if he can give me some cool mounts… slurp.”

"...No." The leader put away his moved expression, revealing his disgust, "I am not friends with slimy slugs."

The knife-wielding warriors over there had watched enough of the show, and after the Yamaubakiri and their companions had finished bickering with each other, they turned their heads and saw you and your leader talking and laughing.

Algiersta, the god of death, moved: Oh no, a despicable outsider has stolen our house!

"Master, I made a new cake. Would you like to try it?" Candelabra Mitsutada smiled and separated you from the leader. "Well, mochi chocolate basque... Didn't the master say he wanted to eat this before?"

"Wow, eat, eat, Mi-chan, I can't even imagine life without you in Honmaru..." You stood up and followed behind Candida Kiritada, saying affectionately, "I can't even imagine how bland and insipid it would be, and how many delicious snacks I would lose... Anyway, when the time comes, my stomach will rumble, and all the delicious food will go into my mouth."

After confirming that you followed Candakiri Mitsutada to the kitchen, the remaining blades surrounded the leader.

"You've handled more of these gifts." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi crossed his arms over his chest and put on a civil servant's smile. He looked at the leader and said something very rude in a very polite way, "Secretary-kun, can you come over and help with the registration first?"

"Don't cling to our master, stranger."

"Okay." The leader was not afraid at all. He smiled back, "After all, I am also a member of Honmaru. It would be great if I could help by writing documents."

"Haha, really?"

"Haha, of course."

…

You feel embarrassed to have received so many gifts from Yokohama NPC. You plan to go back to Yokohama and give Yokohama NPC a big New Year surprise.

Yes, it's you, the AAA food stall plumber.

I believe that the NPCs who saw you were moved to tears.

After hearing the New Year's bell and learning from the leader Zai that it was now daytime in the Yokohama dungeon, you said hello to the knife spirits, said you would be back soon, and then excitedly clicked on the large crystal on the map and was teleported to the Hong Kong//Black Sky Platform.

Looking at the familiar sea city... No, Yokohama, you smiled crookedly, hehe, Yokohama, Ruga is back!

＊

This scene feels a bit familiar...

You looked at the black lizard squad rushing up from the rooftop and touched your chin. The familiar alarm sound, the familiar black lizards, the familiar old man Guangjin... Hiss, why do you feel like the scene is being replicated?

"No matter who you are..." Guangjin Liulang stepped forward with his hands behind his back, "The dignity of the port black/hand party cannot be violated."

"Ah?" You scratched your head, confused, "I didn't violate it."

Why are you infringing on your own industrial dignity?

Guangjin Liulang was choked by your answer. He looked at you suspiciously. This familiar and speechless style of answer... No, no, no, everyone knows that the leader is not a human at all.

The intruder in front of him was a woman wearing a strange yellow robe and had conspicuous white hair. If you looked closely, you would find that her facial features were exactly the same as the leader's...

Guangjin Liulang was bitten by the cigarette. He put it out and asked cautiously, "Leader?"

“Ah?” You responded again, “So what’s going on?”

Hirotsu Liulang, whose brain was overwhelmed by this fact, stood still, feeling his head buzzing. As soon as he thought about it, he could hear the sound of waves at Yokohama Port.

He thought that such visual shock and cognitive confusion should not be borne by a man of his age, so he answered decisively: "If the leader wants to find an acting leader, he is in the leader's office downstairs."

"Secretary Mori is here too."

“Oh ok, got it.” You nodded randomly, “Please tell Chuuya for me, I’m going to the Armed Detective Agency now.”

Hirotsu Liulang watched you riding the motorcycle that Chuuya bought a few days ago, and then you soared into the sky, and then he lit another cigarette.

Yokohama... he sighed, it's going to be lively again.

*

"Dazai - don't mix your work with mine!" Kunikida Dopo gritted his teeth and grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar, shaking him vigorously, "Don't go on vacation early!"

“Hey——” Dazai Osamu swayed like seaweed under the water, “Kunikida is just too rigid, you see——”

He pointed at the rest of the detective agency, almost none of whom were working.

"So..." Dazai Osamu covered his mouth and chuckled, "It's Kunikida who's out of place."

"And..." Dazai Osamu put on a serious expression, "Kunikida, you should know that people who go on vacation early can return to work faster after the vacation..."

"Is that so?" Kunikida Dubu immediately took out a pen and paper to write down, "Those who take their vacation early can..."

"I lied to you."

With a "click", Kunikida Dopo destroyed another pen.

"Dazai—you bastard!"

"Dazai has such a good relationship with everyone." Oda Sakunosuke, who had just finished a commissioned mission with Sigma and returned to the detective agency, exclaimed, "The cat man will be happy too, right?"

"No... I think this is a good proof of an inappropriate relationship..." Sigma was a little anxious and frustrated. "If the Cat... Cat God knew that I joined the Detective Agency, would he think that I betrayed him?"

Sigma joined your factory as a manager because his clothing pet store closed down, but in the end he was not good at dealing with people. On the recommendation of Dazai Osamu, he joined the Armed Detective Agency and became a regular partner with Oda Sakunosuke.

"Oh, this one?" Oda Sakunosuke thought for a moment, "Don't worry." He calmly stated the reality, "Because the whole of Japan is working for cat men."

Sigma opened his mouth and tried to refute, but he couldn't... So people with the surname Shibuzawa are more or less crazy, right? This is what a powerful prime minister is like. He feels that Japan is doomed every day.

But if you really say this, you will only be scolded by others: You know shit! Japan is a country protected by the cat god!

"Hey, Kunikida." Ranpo Edogawa, who was eating snacks, opened his eyes slightly, "A guest has arrived... Strange, is he from somewhere else?"

No familiar information was found.

"I understand, Ranpo-san." Kunikida Doppo closed his ideal handbook and pushed up his glasses. "I will go to receive the guests this time."

"Eh..." Dazai Osamu arrived at the door of the detective agency first, "A strange customer before the holiday? It's really rare."

"Who knows, it might be a beautiful lady?" Dazai Osamu held his face with his hands, acting coy, "Will she agree to die with me for love?"

"Don't even think about it." Kunikida Dopo glared at him and warned, "You're wasting your equipment with a bandage. Don't bother the guests!"

Before there was a knock on the door, Dazai Osamu opened it with a grin—and his face was covered with a dazzling yellow robe.

A woman who is over two meters tall? He quickly analyzed the information he had collected, took your hand, slowly raised his head, and said affectionately: "Ah~ What a beautiful lady... eh?!"

When Dazai Osamu saw your face clearly, his eyes widened several times, and his original expression froze on his face, making him look funny and hilarious.

He opened his mouth several times, trying to say something, but in the end he could only stammer and speak in disbelief: "Cat...Catman?"

"Did you recognize me? Wow, you are indeed the highly intelligent Dazai Osamu." You laughed heartily, took your hand back, and flirted with the people in the detective agency, "Hey, do you miss me? If you do, just breathe. If you don't, go to the rooftop 321 and jump off."

"Click"

The fountain pen, which was less than an hour old, died prematurely in the hands of Kunikida Doppo.

He looked at you, then at Dazai Osamu who was petrified on the spot, and raised his hand tremblingly, even his voice changed: "You...you are the cat god?"

Edogawa Ranpo had covered his head with newspaper: I didn't dare to look at it anymore, hoping it was his illusion.

Why did Mr. Cat become like this after he went home? !

The cat in Yokohama is gone!