Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

At least we have to make sure dad and the others send someone over.

at the same time...

Saya Takagi secretly swore in her heart that she would stay away from such urban legends in the future.

I will never be bewitched and come here foolishly again.

"boss?"

After looking at the people lying on the ground, Yotsuya Miko bit her lip.

However, she did not speak up to make the decision for Sakurai. As an assistant, Yotsuya Miko knew that she could not influence Sakurai's decision.

All she could do was call out to Sakurai softly to confirm his opinions and thoughts.

Unscathed?

It seems that this guy is the originally chosen [Ovary].

Sakurai came to this conclusion as he glanced at Takagi Saya out of the corner of his eye.

After some thought...

He still took out his cell phone, and Sakurai stared quietly at the phone interface with zero signal without saying a word.

Then he casually typed a series of garbled codes and silently pressed the dial button. As the cheerful ringtone rang, before Sakurai could put the phone to his ear, the guy on the other end of the phone answered the call with a beep.

"Moxi Moxi..."

"This is the bartender who can buy anything. What do you need?"

There was a strong sense of laziness and laughter in his voice, and from the tone it seemed that a profiteer who had just woken up was yawning and greeting Sakurai.

"Solved. All are alive. Tell your employer to send someone to pick them up."

"I think you should be able to solve the follow-up treatment, as long as the money is sufficient."

"Regenerating a severed limb can be [purchased], right?"

Sakurai glanced at the scene and reported the situation in a cold voice. The profiteers who were familiar with Sakurai could immediately hear the strong impatience in his cold tone.

"Oh, you are worthy of being called Sakurai-san. Okay, let me take care of the rest."

"In ten minutes at most, someone will come and take over things here."

"Please give me some face and wait a few more minutes."

"As for the reward, how about you come to my shop someday, Sakurai-san, and we can settle it on the spot?"

In an instant, he switched from a sleepy state to a business state, and the profiteer's friendly and sickening voice came into Sakurai's ears through the phone.

"Five minutes. I will only wait for you for five minutes at most."

Sakurai directly gave the profiteer a 50% discount, and said that if the profiteer did not agree, he would turn around and leave on the spot.

"No problem, please wait a moment, little brother."

Five minutes later, Sakurai, Yotsuya Miko and the people who came to take over completed the handover and left the abandoned factory.

During the whole process, he had no interest in saying a word to the eldest daughter of the Gaocheng family.

Even though her limbs were limp from fear, Saya Takagi was still worthy of her title of "brains". Her mind was still clear and she didn't make any sound except her breathing.

48. The girl with glasses came to my door

After leaving the factory, Sakurai got into a black Honda.

This was the trip that the bartender arranged for him.

"Take the food leftovers from the profiteers. One of them is your reward."

"I'll give it to you tomorrow when I get it. Choose carefully."

“This is precious.”

"For most people, it is a rare thing to obtain relics from the spirits. It is a great fortune to be able to obtain one out of a hundred spirits."

"The food remains here are of a unique rarity."

"It can be said to be a rare [rare item], which can be of great help to you in truly setting foot in the [other world]."

"You should have noticed that you can see more clearly after eating that candy."

"If I continue to take it and continue to develop my eyes, maybe one day I'll be able to control my ability to see."

"This is also your chance to choose to [go invisible] while under my command."

"You can live the life you want, if your mindset hasn't changed by then."

Sitting in the back seat, after the car stopped, Sakurai turned his head to look at Yotsuya Miko who was sitting next to him with her hands naturally resting on her knees.

Sakurai spoke softly, managing to talk a lot, which was quite rare during a fight.

After saying that, he got off the car at the intersection in front of Yotsuya Miko's house.

Sakurai raised his head with his back straight, looked at the moon in the sky, then lowered his head again and pulled Yotsuya Miko out of the car.

"Uh-oh."

"I see."

"I'll try my best, boss."

Looking at Sakurai's face, Yotsuya Miko, who couldn't muster up the courage to say no, just nodded obediently.

After looking at Sakurai and making sure that he had nothing to say, Yotsuya Miko prepared to go back.

I hope mom and Kyousuke don’t know I’m out, otherwise it will be very troublesome to explain.

"correct..."

"Well done, as an assistant you have done the task I assigned you perfectly."

“Overall, I am quite satisfied.”

"Go home and have a good sleep tonight, and you don't need to bring me a lunch box tomorrow."

"If you have a nightmare, remember to tell me. I remember the profiteer has some props for sleeping."

"I'll go get you one."

If Sakurai remembered correctly, there was no such thing as bedding made from the fur of a dream-eating tapir by unscrupulous merchants.

If I exchange it for this time's compensation, I should be able to get one.

Sakurai said that he completely treated the profiteer's izakaya as a task hut for issuing tasks and a prop store for obtaining props.

Although it is correct in terms of the result.

After saying what he needed to say, Sakurai turned and walked towards the apartment.

Boss, are you concerned about me?

She opened her eyes wide unconsciously, and Yotsuya Miko could only feel her heart beating non-stop.

Why is my heart beating uncontrollably faster?

Were you frightened by your boss's abnormal behavior?

Yotsuya Miko stared blankly at Sakurai's back, unable to speak.

what happened...

Am I sick too?

......

......

Nothing happened that night. Sakurai, who had used his eyes to rest during class, had adjusted his state of mind.

So...

After I go back and change my clothes, I will go to the profiteer to get the reward for this mission.

When he thought about the food remnants that he had never eaten being delivered to his door, his lips couldn't help but draw a tiny curve.

What to do if I'm a little happy.

I was supposed to go for tutoring, but something unexpected happened with Kirisu Madoka.

So it’s really great that he can get what he wants first.

I wonder what the leftovers will be, candy, snacks, or rice balls or something like that.

Anything was fine, he just wanted to have a good meal.

At least let him enjoy it once.

If...

If he could really accomplish what he wanted to do.

Sakurai's face, which originally had no other expression, became even colder. An invisible aura of stiffness and coldness became stronger as Sakurai walked towards home.

The coldness on Sakurai's face reached its peak until they arrived at the floor where he lived.

"I don't remember leaving you my home address."

"I don't even remember asking you to come to my house."

Standing at the stairs, Sakurai looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with an expressionless face.

Even light makeup couldn't hide the pale face underneath. The girl with pink glasses, who looked like she had taken good care of herself, was standing in front of his house in a custom-made high-end bathrobe.

"Mr. Sakurai saved my life and the lives of my friends. My father insisted that he come to thank you in person no matter what."

"On behalf of my parents who were unable to be there, I would like to thank you for your help."

"In fact, if my friend's injuries weren't so severe and my father couldn't spare the time, it would be my parents who would come to visit me this time."

"I hope you can forgive me for any inconvenience here."

"This is the apology gift we prepared for you."

Sakurai's unrestrained rejection froze the friendly smile on Takagi Saya's face. She took two breaths silently, and after finally controlling her temper, Takagi Saya's attitude was gentle, one could even call it humble.