A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 42 Ghoul

Giving away a bottle of tranquilizer was equivalent to losing 30,000 yen. Aso Makoto smiled gently on the surface, but secretly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Her 30,000 yen!
Taro Inuyama was silent for a moment, but in the end he found a bottle, filled it with the calming medicine, and said, "Your Excellency, Bishop."

"From what Longma said, we can get a bottle of calming potion every time we bring a new person to the church, right?"

"Next time I recruit new members for the church, I won't take the potion. Consider it an advance payment, how about that?"

Taro Inuyama didn't mention that Ken Ryoma had brought the four of them their share of the medicine for the old church.

Ryoma Ken had laid the groundwork many times before, stating that the old church disliked degenerate and out-of-control mixed-race individuals, and that Ryoma Ken had indeed committed too many sins and killings in the past.

Even if Ryoma Ken eventually regains consciousness thanks to the tranquilizer, Inuyama Taro has no intention of getting the drug back for such a scumbag, and is only fixated on the promise between men.

Aso had no objections whatsoever, and could even comfort himself that he hadn't lost 30,000 yen, so he readily agreed to Inuyama Taro's suggestion.

After calming down from the medicine, Masami Sakurai became genuinely interested in the church: "Biograph Aso, what exactly does our church worship? Some kind of first-generation Dragon King?"

She knew the answer to this question. Aso Makoto remembered Xu Lie's teachings and repeated them one by one: "No, our church believes in and pursues the Nine Old Ones, which began when this planet was born..."

Almost every mixed-race person who learns about this 'history' for the first time exhibits a similar disorientation in their worldview.

Taro Inuyama and his three companions were stunned, deeply moved by this 'secret' history of the Black King's life.

Feng Mosong was the first to ask, "Then, what are the names of the Nine Ancients?" He was eager to verify whether the so-called Ancients were the gods in the myths of various countries.

Aso Makoto recalled his casual conversation in the park last night and solemnly recounted: "His name is unknown, but in our parish, we mainly believe in an old God—Errone."

"Error?" Sakurai Masami muttered the title that didn't sound like a god's name.

Aso Shin recalled Xu Lie's explanation: "He is a god who represents error, a Trojan horse symbolizing fate, a time-wasting worm, a loophole in the rules, and the embodiment of all errors."

Taro Inuyama and his companions were bewildered and impressed. This was a god they had never heard of in the mythologies of any country. It was probably not the first generation of Dragon King. Could it be that gods really existed in the past?

Was the planet so lively before the Black King was born?

They were a little overwhelmed by the sudden influx of information.

After a while, Taro Inuyama realized that they had been disturbing her for too long. Makoto Aso had also said that his grandmother was sleeping and might wake up at any time.

Just as they were about to get up and say goodbye, a pang of sorrow struck them: they had nowhere to go and were homeless.

To his shame, Taro Inuyama still asked, "Excuse me, does the Old Church have a place where we can stay temporarily? We'll only be here for a few days."

Aso Makoto's attitude remained mild. Xu Lie had spoken with her about this over the phone: "After you leave, if you don't have anywhere to go for the time being, you can go to the Sumitomo Group in Tokyo Bay. The Old Church has prepared accommodation for you there."

At this moment, Inuyama Taro and his companions completely let down their guard, feeling grateful for the sincerity the old church had shown to people.

After seeing the four off, Makoto Aso began preparing medicine for his grandmother to cure her illness, which was still in its early stages.

……

In Tokyo, the White Cherry Blossom Host Club is bustling with activity at night, but during the day, with the lights off, it's eerily quiet, with not a single staff member in sight.

Ruri Kazama, who rose to fame this year and topped the host club rankings as soon as she appeared, is resting in a Japanese-style suite prepared for her at the host club.

It's called Japanese style, but it's really just tatami mats all over the floor and stiff white paper used as walls to divide the room.

The White Cherry Blossom Pavilion is all about extravagance and luxury. This understated decor is something that wouldn't have been achieved if it weren't for Kazama Ruri's request. Kazama Ruri wore a wide-sleeved, blood-red kimono embroidered with spider lilies from head to toe, the flowers appearing even redder than human blood.

The first male escort no longer wore his usual elegant smile; instead, his face was cold, filled with both jealousy and hatred as he stared at the windowsill.

Outside the window, a strange man wearing a Noh mask was hanging there. The way he covered the entire mask with ink was enough to stop a baby from crying at night.

To outsiders, he appears to be the most virtuous and upright male prostitute, but in reality, he is the second-in-command of the Fierce Ghost Clan, the Dragon King.

The strange man hanging outside the window is of even higher status; he is the leader of the Fierce Ghosts, King General.

Kazama Ruri felt a deep-seated aversion to the King and loathed the man who controlled her: "What are you doing here?"

The cold tone was nothing like the warmth one would expect from the top male host. If a customer who had previously specifically requested Kazama Ruri heard it, they would probably regret the money they had paid.

"Of course, there's a new task for you." Wang spoke in an affected, deliberately high-pitched voice.

Every time he heard that nauseating voice, it was a test of Kazama Ruri's patience. He had to work very hard to suppress his anger and suppress the urge to kill the guy with a single blow.

Kazama Ruri didn't want to do anything in vain. He had once separated the king's head from his body and had also finely chopped the king into minced meat.

No matter how you kill him, every now and then, this man will always reappear wearing that ridiculous mask.

After killing the king several times, Kazama Ruri tried to remove the mask, only to find that it was welded to her entire face and that she could not recognize the face even if she forcibly removed it.

Kazama Ruri once thought that this guy was the kind of demon that was truly unkillable, and that he was a demon from the deepest part of hell.

Otherwise, how could anyone weld a mask directly onto their face? Is that even a normal person?
"A mission?" Kazama Ruri was very reluctant to accept what the king had assigned her, dissatisfied with the task.

Wang Jiang seemed to enjoy the feeling of being suspended in the sky, leaning against the hanging wire outside the high-rise window, swaying back and forth: "Recently, I don't know when, some little mice have sneaked into Tokyo."

"They're not only targeting the Snake Clan, but they're also targeting our Demon Clan."

"The day before yesterday, the Snake-Headed Eight Families raided the stronghold of the Demon Clan late at night. I thought that the Demon Clan's subordinates had escaped. In the end, the Snake-Headed Eight Families didn't catch anyone, and I didn't find them either."

"This little mouse's methods are even more outrageous than I thought."

"So, I need you, my lovely little kitten, to catch that mouse, skin it, and eat it piece by piece."

"!" Kazama Ruri's right hand was already gripping the hilt of the sword; he could hardly hold back any longer.

What a disgusting and insane theory! He hates the theory of cannibalism the most. He always says that the world is a dog-eat-dog world, and if you don't eat, someone else will eat you.

To be born as a human being, one must do everything in one's power and means to devour all the value of others, including their corpses. The more one eats, the higher one can climb, and the less likely one is to be eaten.

This kind of ghoul-like bullshit theory always easily ignites Kazama Ruri's anger every time she hears it.

"Little kitty, you'd better be a good girl and listen to me."

Wang Jiang's strange voice was full of threat: "Go, go to Chunxiang Garden. I've already arranged for someone to wait for you there."

Ruri Kazama stood up abruptly, knowing he couldn't kill the king and that the king would use a disgusting clapper sound to deal with him.

There's no point in staying here any longer.

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