Chapter 55: Gently coaxing the lamb to be slaughtered (1,2, He Bai, back...
Shirasuka put this unbearable social death experience in the bottom of the box and decided not to recall it again.
…
When the door opened, Panda looked at their strange postures curiously and asked, "Are you acting in an idol drama?"
When Shirasuga covered his face, Tsurumaru explained on his behalf: He had just woken up and was lacking in energy and blood, so he could hardly walk.
The panda enthusiastically rolled up his sleeves: "Oh! I'm very strong, sit on my shoulders!"
"I don't feel comfortable with this..." Tsurumaru evaded.
He had finally managed to coax her to come to him! How could he let the naturally advantaged panda snatch him away?
The panda's fluffy face came close to Bai Qichuan, whose face was full of "I'm too embarrassed to see anyone", and coaxed him in a muffled voice: "Panda mount, super experience, free trial ride, you really don't want to come and feel it?"
Bai Qichuan slowly raised his face and looked weakly into the black eyes.
…my heart is moved.
Under the angry eyes of Jia Ru Nitro, Gou Juanji, who was hiding behind the panda because of his small size, ignored his original intention of playing a prank and quickly poked the panda's lower back.
"Mingtaizi!" Have you forgotten that they have something in common?!
Huh? A flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
Hiss! The panda was terrified: Did he accidentally disturb someone's pure love?
The fat Curse Corpse broke out in a cold sweat under the murderous gaze of the house-ruling Nozomi, and retreated out of the door.
"Uh, I was just kidding. I won't disturb you two from being so sweet."
Woo... Baisuchuan covered his face in pain: It’s not like that!
Of course, in the end, it was the panda that carried the person to the dormitory.
She firmly refused Tsurumaru's "kind" help, and when Shirasuga had changed into his unfamiliar modern clothes, Tsurumaru had already finished tidying up and was waiting outside the door.
As soon as Baisuchuan opened the door, the panda exclaimed "Wow".
"He and Hui have completely different styles!"
Inujuan Ji nodded repeatedly: "Salmon, salmon!"
Even when wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and black summer trousers, Shirasawa looks like someone who has walked out of a painting. He has a slender figure and a unique standing posture, and his temperament is not like that of a modern person.
The clothes that Gojo Satoru gave to Tsurumaru and Shirasu were private clothes "kindly provided" (not really) by Megumi Fushiguro - after all, Gojo Satoru himself was over 1.9 meters tall, and the pants he wore with his long legs would not be suitable for two people who were less than 1.8 meters tall.
Shirasu was a little unsure whether he should tuck his shirt into his pants. He hesitated to tuck it in when he changed his clothes, and was still a little hesitant when he went out. Was it not appropriate?
After being evaluated by the panda, Shirasuga sought Tsurumaru's opinion as if for help: "Is it strange? Is there something wrong?"
"Hahaha, no! My lord is very handsome!"
The panda also gave him a thumbs up!
Goujuanji came forward and pointed at his phone, posed for a photo, and after getting everyone's consent, he sent the photo to the small group of first and second year students in technical high school.
[My favorite of Bai Sanjiao]: "Look at the handsome guy."
Then the curse-caster boy tapped his fingers frantically on his phone, combining the photo of Fushiguro Megumi wearing this outfit with the photo of Shirasu Gawa into one picture to make a comparison chart.
At this time, the active group members were already happily slacking off in the group.
[Swords, Spears, Swords and Halberds]: "Didn't we have dinner together yesterday? Why are you here again? Humph, you came just in time! Let Mr. He play another round with me!"
[Pretty Girl with Thorns]: "Ahhh, who is this? Is she a movie star from Tokyo? Is the crew here to collect materials from the high school? Why didn't I receive any messages?"
[Prickly Pretty Girl]: "Maki-sister, you know him! Give me his line number!"
[The Thorny Pretty Girl]: "I want to know everything about this man within three seconds! (Emoji: The boss's evil smile.jpg)"
[Swords, Spears, Swords and Halberds]: "Ah? Don't ask me about this kind of thing."
【My favorite white triangle】: Picture "Same clothes, different fate.jpg"
@Goodnight Jade Dog
【Goodnight Jade Dog】: "...? Damn it! It must be Gojo-sensei who went through my closet again!"
[Prickly Pretty Girl]: "What! It's actually Fushiguro's clothes! Why does it look so good on others, sour-faced man, why don't you reflect on this?"
【Goodnight Jade Dog】: "It doesn't matter, don't @ me anymore."
Cool guy Megumi Fushiguro is offline.
In the comparison picture of Inugami Satoru, on the left is a sullen-looking boy named Megumi Fushiguro standing on the steps of the playground with his arms folded, his hair flying in the air, and his young but handsome face is full of "not to be messed with". Kugisaki commented that he is a stupid high school student pretending to be cool.
On the right is a young man with a kind temperament and a gentle smile. He is in a relaxed posture, friendly and harmless, making people feel close to him.
The same clothes, on Fushiguro Megumi, highlight the advantages of broad shoulders and narrow waist, but on Shirasuga with gentle long hair, perhaps because his facial features are too soft and his untrained body has no aura, at first glance, it seems that this person does not know how to fight.
"She should be the type of boy next door, but with long hair, she seems to have turned into a precious flower that needs airtight protection, a symbol of power that ancient daimyos fought over. In a word, she is a delicate beauty! She is my type!" - Kugisaki.
The panda who was silently peeking at the screen was sweating: Kugisaki is exaggerating!
Inujū Sō followed the request of his junior and photographed the beauty of the "great beauty" from all angles. Tsurumaru Kuninaga followed the curse master and provided shooting advice, stealing the spotlight from time to time.
Gojo Satoru arrived ten minutes later than the agreed time. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tsurumaru and Shirasuga, who were in high spirits.
"Oh, it's lively!"
"I'm taking a photo. Come take a photo with the teacher~"
Then he rudely drove away the students who were joining in the fun: "Now it's time for the adults~!"
This was the first time Shirasu Gawa had met Gojo Satoru. The person that Tsurumaru said "looked very similar to him" was actually quite different, at least Gojo Satoru's black eye patch made him unable to react for a while.
Come to think of it, the last time I saw someone wearing a black eye mask was on Chodaikiri.
He should be a calm and handsome person!
He was soon disabused of his stereotype.
Although Shirasu was somewhat uncomfortable with Gojo Satoru's personality, he always felt that he was a second Tsurumaru, and his attitude was more assertive, making him feel passive. But Gojo Satoru opened a back door for them, allowing him to come to the technical high school for treatment, and also provided them with things for repair. It was reasonable for Shirasu to thank him solemnly.
"Thank you, Gojo-kun, I..." Just as Baisuchuan said thank you, he was interrupted by Gojo Satoru.
The extremely tall, white-haired man put one arm around Tsurumaru Kuninaga's shoulders and put his other hand's five fingers together, making a gesture of rejection.
"Stop! No need for the long-winded thanks! This is nothing. After all, Mr. He and I hit it off right from the start!" The two straight long legs spread apart, swaying left and right in place.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled and let the other party hug him. Although he was not short, he was pinned under the arm of Gojo Satoru, who was half a head taller than him, and swayed with him.
"Hahaha, Gojo-kun is indeed very interesting, and Tsuruya really admires you!"
"Yes, maybe based on our ancestral relationship, we are still a family!"
Bai Suchuan subconsciously denied: "No, Tsurumaru... Tsuruma shouldn't have any relatives, right?"
Gojo Satoru played dumb: "Hey, what's going on?"
Tsurumaru's sparkling golden eyes met Gojo Satoru's (eye patch), and suddenly he understood.
"Now that you mention it, there may indeed be some connection..."
"Ohhh you guessed it!"
"Haha, it's a coincidence after all..."
Baisuchuan was even more confused: So what does it mean?
How come these two white-haired guys are so inexplicably in sync with each other?
Gojo Satoru wanted to continue teasing, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga took the lead and gave him a hint: "My lord, let me give you a hint. He knows my identity as a god."
!
Bai Suchuan suddenly looked at Gojo Satoru, whose lips were slightly raised. The smile that he seemed frivolous just now suddenly became unfathomable in his eyes.
"Hmm," Gojo Satoru put down his arms and stood up, his tall body moving closer to him. He lifted half of his eye mask with one finger, revealing an ice-blue eye that was as bright as a lake, and said in an ambiguous way, "So, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, why is the national treasure of Japan in your hands?"
Sharp words, a close tall body, and a strong sense of oppression.
The [Cowardly] state is triggered, and the long-haired young man feels like he is falling into an ice cellar.
"Why do you know...Tsurumaru?" Opening his mouth with difficulty, Baisuchuan took a few steps back to create some distance, and looked at Tsurumaru in a panic.
Why does Gojo Satoru know all this? How much more does he know? If the sorcerer wants to take the sword by force, can Tsurumaru handle it?
The police in this world will also investigate, right? A national treasure lost among the people...
What should I do? Should I run away?
So scary, is this the strongest person of this era?
"It was a nice scare, but please don't bully my lord!" Tsurumaru gave Gojo Satoru a headbutt - but was blocked by Wushanxian.
"Hahaha, it's really interesting after all! There are actually people who will believe whatever others say! Come to think of it, you must have been scammed by a telecommunications scammer, right?"
The feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Bai Suchuan let out an "eh" before he could react.
Telecom fraud?
"I was just lying to you. You believe everything strangers say. If someone strikes up a conversation with you, would you just follow them easily? If someone offers to help you in times of trouble, would you immediately feel grateful and regard them as your close friend? You can't go on like this!" He said with an exaggerated tone of worry.
Gojo Satoru unleashed his boundless power, holding each of Shirasu's hands, and placed Shirasu's hands in Tsurumaru's palms, and said solemnly as if he was acting out a script of entrusting an orphan to someone else: "You must protect your lord, he is so easy to deceive!"
"Yes, I will!" The trouble-making Tsukumogami took over the role perfectly.
Bai Suchuan weakly retorted: "Uh, no?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga recalled that the lord was indeed very fond of others, always thinking the best of others, and was very trusting of Geto Suguru who had saved him.
The most amazing thing is that before meeting Gojo Satoru, Shirasu had a very thick filter for the "strongest in the world of sorcery". Based on the vague description in the basic information of the government at that time, he thought that this was a steady man like an official in the court, a majestic general, a man who was feared by all, and who sat in the high school to protect the future of the world of sorcery...
…What should I do! I feel more and more that Gojo Satoru is right!
"Hey!" Even Bai Suchuan, who doesn't care about being offended by others, would feel embarrassed when being talked about in front of others! "What Gojo-kun said never happened!"
In the face of Gojo Satoru's suspicious eyes, Shirasu Chuan tried to change the subject naturally: "What I want to know most is, why did Gojo-kun say that we are a family?"
Gojo Satoru instantly transformed into a cartoon character, with a lot of small flowers appearing in the background. He spun in circles indoors like a figure skater: "Tsurumaru Kuninaga is Gojo Kuninaga's masterpiece. In the Heian period, my great-great ...
"That's right! How's it going, lord? Are you super scared?" With the human helplessly holding his forehead, Tsurumaru Kuninaga blended into the "skating" of the lively sorcerer without any sense of disobedience, performing circular motions around the only still human...
…
After all the fuss, we finally got back to the point.
Although it is unbelievable, Gojo Satoru has something serious to say.
They were already familiar with each other, so Gojo Satoru asked directly, "Among the swords that the Suzuki family is going to exhibit, there are also the Tsukumogami you are looking for, right?"
Although Bai Qichuan should have been alert after hearing this and his purpose was exposed, perhaps because his laughter just now was too nonsensical, he was not on guard at all.
The affairs of the current government cannot be easily exposed to "historical figures", so Shirasuga remained silent.
Gojo Satoru didn't have to get a definite answer from him, after all, he had already confirmed it.
The strongest sorcerer quickly revealed his true purpose: "Ichichi has already reached an agreement with Suzuki. As long as the exhibition is over, they are willing to sell the sword to the sorcery world." Without waiting for Tsurumaru and Shirasu to respond, he leaned back in his chair, propped up his face with his arm, shook a finger and continued: "You can get it directly from me when the time comes. The reward is 'spiritual power'~ How about it, isn't it a very cost-effective?"
"Spiritual power?"
In short, Gojo Satoru wanted to collect Shirasu River's spiritual power and then transfer it to the high school's cursed tools, which would be equivalent to adding a layer of buff to enhance the students' combat effectiveness and make exorcising the curse more efficient.
"But, I was still hurt by the curse last night?" Bai Qichuan was puzzled. Is spiritual power really effective against curses?
Gojo Satoru explained that just like wealthy people like to collect famous swords to ward off evil spirits, his spiritual power is similar to the principle of reversal, which can actively avoid low-level curses, or even exorcise them with just a sweep. The curse spirit he encountered last night was a special-grade curse spirit, and Shirasu Chuan didn't have much spiritual power reserves, so the impact was almost invisible.
He originally wanted to buy the Sanzhen sword with spiritual power to make it into a cursed tool, but a gentleman does not take away what others like. Since the famous sword has an owner, he will not compete with them for the Fukusangjin, but he has to leave enough spiritual power to permeate the Sanzhen sword in exchange.
What Gojo Satoru didn't say was: This kind of thing that can dispel low-level curses is just icing on the cake for Maki and the others, but for the Nine Square Array, which is suffering from low-level curses and is so sensitive that it can't even accept black things, it should relieve a lot of pressure.
It was important to maintain a fighting mentality, but it was not necessary to live in tension all the time. With the spirit sword, at least he had enough energy to distinguish whether the surrounding objects were human or ghost.
There was no need to ask Geto Suguru to find the exhibition ticket, and it would be easy to retrieve the lost sword. Shirasukawa agreed without much thought despite Tsurumaru's disapproving look.
Baisuchuan took the cursed tool handed to him by Gojo Satoru, which was a silver key, and then, under the guidance of Gojo Satoru, he poured spiritual power into it unconsciously.
After successfully inputting spiritual power into the "curse tool", the system prompts: [Spiritual power control level 1]
Is spiritual power control actually a skill? He always thought it was based on instinct!
Since he was seriously injured and on the verge of death yesterday, and woke up halfway to see Tsurumaru Kuninaga killing people, he could vaguely see the white spiritual power floating on his body. Jiang Jiu had tried to control it before, but the spiritual power still refused to obey his command as before.
Jiang Jiu thought that only by doing the prescribed daily lessons in Honmaru, such as sword forging and hand training, could he control his spiritual power on his own. He didn't expect Gojo Satoru to teach him in just a few words. He is indeed the strongest! I wonder if Jiufangzhen can surpass him in the future.
Baisuchuan tried to increase and decrease the spiritual power flow, and both were successful. The skill proficiency in the panel was also steadily increasing. However, what Tsurumaru was worried about still happened...
Because of his [mediocre ability], he could not store enough magical power. Once he consumed too much, his body would become tired and numb as if it had been drained. Bai Suchuan was not aware of it for a moment and only managed to withdraw his hand before his physical strength reached the bottom.
"I'm sorry, after leaving Honmaru, the natural recovery rate of my spiritual energy has slowed down. Now I have awakened about one-third of the vibration sword. It may take me some time to recover before I can continue." Bai Suchuan said apologetically.
Gojo Satoru was not angry, but instead told a joke out of the blue.
"You had lunch with the students yesterday, right? Did you meet Xiaohui?"
Shirasu Kawan always has trouble adapting to the change of topic, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga is very supportive: "Oh! Is it the one with curly hair and a sour face?"
"YES! Maybe you don't know, although Xiaohui looks cool, she secretly keeps many little white rabbits and dogs!"
Rabbit, dog? Although I was very tempted, why did they suddenly say this? Shirasu was confused.
"Let me tell you a little secret. When Hui was little, he would play house with rabbits! Rabbit mom, rabbit dad, rabbit sister and so on. He still calls the rabbits that play with him these names! Isn't it funny, hahahaha!"
"Hahaha, I really didn't realize it! Fushiguro Megumi is actually such a person. Hahaha!" Tsurumaru and Gojo Satoru laughed at the same time.
Once again, Susikawa is left out, as if he were excluded, with a question mark on his face. Is there anything funny?
"Tsk! What? Xiaohui's embarrassing story is useless?" The tall man lay on the chair and drawled out his words like a spoiled child.
"What's useless?"
"Telling jokes stimulates positive emotions. Your spiritual power recovers too slowly, have you ever thought about training yourself? Or finding some tricks? Ah, although you are not my student, the strongest teacher can't help but teach you!"
"Since you can't learn to generate your own spiritual energy for the time being, why don't you try to recover the excess spiritual energy from Tsurumaru? He still has some spiritual energy left to maintain his human form, right?"
So Shirasuga and Tsurumaru Kuninaga began the experiment.
Bai Qichuan tried to control it with his mind, but it was of no use. Perhaps physical contact was necessary.
They held hands first - this action was very common, they had done more intimate actions before. Bai Suchuan stared at the place where they held hands, trying to find evidence of the reverse flow of spiritual energy.
Tsurumaru: “Is it effective?”
Bai Suchuan hesitated and said, "No."
"How about this?" Tsurumaru crossed his fingers with him.
"…It seems that there is still no."
The enthusiastic older male youth said: "No! Just a little bit! You have made progress. Keep it up!"
Holding hands has some effect, but it also requires positive emotions, so...
Tsurumaru maintained the hand holding posture and launched a sneak attack with his other hand, attacking the young man's armpit.
"My lord! Watch out! Tickle attack!"
Bai Suchuan tried to avoid it in shame, but his hands were held tightly by Tsurumaru. He was unable to avoid it, and his panting laughter was mixed with weak moans. He was attacked so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.
"It's working a little! Keep going!" The onlookers cheered and waved flags.
He had never been tickled before, and it was the first time he knew that he was so sensitive to other people's touch. Bai Suchuan felt his scalp tingling, and he laughed until he was weak and powerless. In addition, he had just consumed too much spiritual energy, and his legs went weak and he almost sat on the ground. He was supported by Tsurumaru Kuninaga's elbow.
Collapsed on Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Shirasuga was still feeling the aftereffects of having his sensitive parts of his body touched, his legs trembling and unable to get up.
However, perhaps he did feel pleasure from this playful action, as he could clearly see a slight increase in his stamina, but he didn't know whether it came from Tsurumaru or was generated on his own.
Bai Suchuan was breathing rapidly, his cheeks flushed with the red color that only appeared after strenuous exercise.
There was the sound of a chair being dragged on the floor, and Gojo Satoru, who had put on his blindfold neatly, said to them in a casual manner, "You guys go back to the room to do it when no one is around at night. I'm going to leave now."
Tsurumaru/Shirakawa:?
Gojo Satoru signaled Tsurumaru Kuninaga to follow alone, so Shirasuga saw the two white-haired young men who "hit it off at first sight" and whispered something to each other.
With his hearing ability, of course he couldn't hear what the two were saying, so he could only put on a smile that a gentleman often wore, and he felt that they were being even more incomprehensible.
Zenin Maki, who came to look for Tsurumaru, passed by carrying a long sword, but heard words like "body reaction", "shame", "pleasure", "skin contact"...
A hashtag popped up on his forehead: Are these two assholes discussing how to pick up a girl?
These two evil-minded scumbags!
*
At night, not at the college, but at their current place of residence.
Tsurumaru entered Shirasuga's room with a head full of secret books taught by Gojo Satoru.
The original plan was to bring [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] to find Geto Suguru to draw the formation today, but since they have found a way to transmit spiritual power in reverse, and it just so happens that Tsukumogami also needs to transform back into his original form, there is no need to actively dispel the spiritual power that maintains his human body. Saving this power can also reduce waste.
So it was natural for them to cancel the meeting with Geto Suguru.
In order to prevent his legs from becoming weak again, Bai Qichuan sat on the bed in advance.
The young human in pajamas stretched out his arms, lowered his eyes to hide his inner restlessness, pretending to be calm but actually ready to die: "Come on, I'm not ticklish anymore."
She says brave words but her eyelashes are trembling with fear, how adorable!
Tsurumaru: "No, Satoru taught me a more efficient option."
In the calm silence of the Shinsengumi, Tsurumaru Kuninaga took off Shirasuka's shoes, tucked him half into the quilt, and let Shirasuka sit against the head of the bed.
The air seemed to become sticky and humid, and Bai Suchuan, with half of his body buried under the quilt, suddenly felt a little hot.
Because he didn't know what the "more efficient method" was, Shirasuga followed Tsurumaru Kuninaga's actions throughout the process.
The air-conditioned room was very cold, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he stuffed his pair of jade feet into the soft quilt.
The Shinsengumi sat obediently on the bed, his hair, still steaming from the shower, hanging on his neck with distinct blue veins. He was quiet and obedient, pure and innocent, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
"So, what should we do?"
Tsurumaru didn't answer, and after making preparations...
Crane, with a pure, elegant and noble face, placed her palms upwards and reverently held up the right palm of the Shinsengumi. In the astonished gaze of the Shinsengumi, she held the jade-white fingers in her mouth and kissed them gently.
When the shy human was about to retreat in panic, the Fusangshen changed from holding to grabbing, and grasped the wrist of the Shinsengumi with its cold white hand, imprisoned the cold palm in front of it, and continued to bite it gently.
"My lord, see if this works."
Bai Suchuan could feel the other person's tongue wrapped around his fingers and feel the wetness and warmth of his mouth.
The young man, as pure as paper, had never seen such a scene before. He was stunned by the excessive closeness. His scalp was tingling, his brain was congested, and his heart was beating so violently that he felt like he was dying.
His physical strength was indeed increasing at an unprecedented rate. This was the first time that the progress bar was not restored by sleeping and eating, which meant that Tsurumaru's spiritual power was indeed flowing into him.
"Uh, well, it worked."
He no longer had any reason to refuse, so he symbolically pulled his hand back, but when it failed, Bai Suchuan stopped struggling.
As his mood calmed down, Bai Suchuan successfully convinced himself to look at this matter with a utilitarian mindset, and the slight ripples calmed down. But the growth of the progress bar also gradually stopped.
The Tsukumogami carefully kissed each finger, moistened each fingertip, looked up at the Shinsengumi's steaming red face, and changed his actions.
Tsurumaru interlocked his fingers with one of his hands, and with the other hand he slowly and stickily moved up his arm, his fingers circling on the slightly moist human skin intentionally or unintentionally.
Bai Suchuan was wearing a newly bought modern silk pajamas, the fabric was very soft and smooth, and as he raised his hand, it easily touched his shoulder. The white-haired Fusangshen, who had also climbed onto the bed at some point, lowered his eyes and left a pure kiss on the young man's shoulder through the thin fabric.
Huh... Ha... My eardrums are filled with the sound of my own breathing, and every vibration of my nasal cavity seems to consume a huge amount of effort.
The gentle and slow fingers, as well as the extremely close heat from another person, bring an indescribable itch and an indescribable subtle feeling.
Bai Suchuan pushed Tsurumaru's chest weakly with his other hand, and a numbing and itchy feeling flowed through his brain and all over his body. His pushing hand had no strength at all, as if he was trying to resist but also to welcome.
Tsurumaru's light kisses were soon no longer satisfied with the wrinkled fabric on her shoulders, and he tilted his head to move to the beautiful collarbone exposed by the loose pajamas.
"Um……"
Even for conducting spiritual power, it's too much!
Bai Suchuan's legs weakly changed positions, and the unfamiliar feeling made him unconsciously rub against the soft quilt. Tsurumaru's feet, which had been tucked into the quilt before, gradually broke free, and the wide trouser legs were lifted up and rolled up to the knees, revealing the white calves. Because they were too restless, Tsurumaru grabbed them.
There's a strange sound...
Bai Suchuan pulled the corner of the quilt to cover his blushing face impatiently, but left the rest of his body exposed, allowing Tsurumaru to do whatever he wanted.
The Tsukosangami's hair, buried in his neck, was soft and rubbed his sensitive jaw. The itchy feeling made his scalp tingle and his whole body tremble.
The young man had tears in his eyes, which were all absorbed by the cloth covering his face.
"No, you don't have to do it to this extent, right?"
Anyway, he couldn't see the Shinsengumi's blushing face and cute expression, so Tsurumaru didn't even raise his head, and his breath sprayed on the young man's chest while he spoke.
"But I still have a lot of spiritual power that I haven't returned to you! We only have this one night, we must improve efficiency..." The voice was buried in the kiss.
The human seemed to still have some doubts, but he had been kissed so hard that his toes curled up and he couldn't speak coherently. In a daze, he could only hear the Fusangshen whispering in his ear: "Relax, my lord, think about something happy..."
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