Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Stepping off the ship and into the bustling harbor, he was immediately enveloped by the sea breeze of the 18th century.

　It has a strong smell of sweat and fish.

　Of course, there is also a sense of change and turmoil.

　At sea, there wasn't such a salty and damp smell. Cong Yu shook his head and straightened his simple and solemn monk's robes.

　Beneath his slightly damp long hair was a monk's uniform in black, white, and gray... quite different from the coarse linen clothes of ordinary people.

　This also attracted the attention of countless fishermen and merchants.

　However, Cong Yu didn't care about any of this. He casually looked around with a cold gaze, able to see through the busyness and see what was behind him.

　It's as if you can see the sedimentation of history and the future.

　Eighteenth-century Europe was not a place imbued with Victorian aesthetics... It would soon descend into complete turmoil.

　Revolution, wars over crown princes, succession... it's all very complicated.

　At this very moment, there are actually some undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

　Moreover, this world has magical girls and monsters, and the Holy See is also a force that truly possesses extraordinary power.

　This upheaval and change, compared to the "conventional history" that Cong Yu is familiar with, may only intensify.

　However, these things have nothing to do with Cong Yu.

　Cong Yu only came down to rest and buy a few useful swords so that he could continue eastward and observe the world.

　While we're at it, let's also go and find the legendary King of Eccentrics.

　Of course, Cong Yu at this moment had no idea that as long as he turned around and returned to Britain, which he had left long ago, he would be able to achieve his goal.

　Then you'll be able to meet the Monster King.

　And he's an acquaintance.

　Cong Yu, unaware of this, simply fixed her gaze on the entrance of a small tavern amidst the cries of seagulls.

　Inside the open door, a young woman was busily greeting guests, her smile warm and bright.

　It was like the spring sunshine and the azaleas by the street.

　It slightly reminds one of the boy who would occasionally invite them to eat potatoes together... although it needs to be emphasized that Cong Yu is not Nan Tong.

　"Welcome, young monk."

　Amidst the bar girls' greetings, Cong Yu nodded casually as she walked by and found a seat by the window.

　From here, you can overlook the entire harbor. If you encounter any trouble, Cong Yu can simply jump out of the window and leave.

　Although the girl seemed quite curious about Cong Yu, that didn't mean he would stop to talk to her.

　Cong Yu did not satisfy other people's curiosity.

　Moreover, Cong Yu knew why she was curious; the reason was obviously the same as that of the drunkards around them.

　"Bring some wine, and a few snacks."

　With that, Cong Yu took out some silver coins from the lining of her clothes and placed them on the table: "Just order whatever you like, I don't have any dietary restrictions."

　The surrounding drinkers were overjoyed by Cong Yu's words.

　"A cultivator who's come to the tavern? And so young?"

　"Haha, that's rare."

　"Friend, where do you come from?"

　"..." Cong Yu did not answer, but simply looked out the window, her deep eyes looking at something even more distant than the distance.

　However, he is not one to keep quiet.

　Ignoring these drunkards might actually cause more trouble, and he hates trouble.

　"Yes, I drink alcohol to quench my thirst, otherwise I wouldn't come to the pub to order a glass of milk, and I'm past the age of drinking milk."

　Cong Yu, with his youthful face, said such things, which only made the people around him laugh even harder... perhaps it was mocking?

　But this is something that doesn't need to be worried about.

　"Young monk, are you from France?"

　"Your clothes don't look like those of a local monk," the tavern girl asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with a longing for the unknown.

　Cong Yu smiled slightly, his voice deep and magnetic: "I come from further west...on the other side of the sea."

　That's Britain.

　The bookish tavern girl immediately understood, and her curiosity grew even stronger; "I have never left this town."

　"What kind of place is Britain? Are there many handsome knights? And surely there are lakes and elves too?"

　Cong Yu smiled beautifully as she pondered when her food would arrive, while the girl made such a joke.

　And before they knew it, the tavern had fallen silent.

　Both male and female guests quieted down and watched the seemingly young traveler.

　"Obviously not. That place... is not as good as France, nor as good as Venice, nor as good as Florence, and certainly not as good as here."

　Cong Yu said this, but he didn't really start comparing things in his heart. He was just saying what the people here wanted to hear.

　"After all, there aren't any lovely girls like you over there."

　Cong Yu's words seemed to carry a hint of allure, completely igniting the girl's curiosity. She shyly covered her mouth, but still sat down opposite Cong Yu, her big eyes blinking.

　The surrounding patrons burst into laughter, and many men who were infatuated with the tavern girl began to mutter curses under their breath.

　But they couldn't help but stare at Cong Yu's face and her fair arms beneath her clothes, lost in thought, and began to imagine—

　How wonderful it would be to spend the night with both this monk and the tavern girl.

　"Please wait."

　As the girl spoke, she skipped and hopped to fetch Cong Yu's wine and food, then sat down again, looking at Cong Yu expectantly.

　She had lived in this town her whole life, and apart from meeting Theresa and rolling around in bed with her, she had never felt such jubilation.

　Cong Yu slowly recounted his journey, his decades of sailing and travel, making his story like an epic.

　It's full of adventure, pirates, and other exciting things.

　Moreover, Cong Yu knows how to tell a story; he occasionally omits certain things and fabricates others.

　Ignoring the rocking on the sea and dealing with the fishy smell.

　Tell some stories about the Kraken, adding some "whales" and "mermaids" elements.

　-

　"Almost everyone was captivated, including the girl in the tavern... She even paid for my meal."

　As Cong Yu leaned back on the sofa, eating the dumplings that Yao Chuan Guang and Xiao Cui had brought back, he said, "Hmm, Ayari Togan is quite skilled..."

　The meatballs are quite delicious; maybe her shop will become popular.

　At Cong Yu's sudden change of topic, Yao Chuan Guang, who was immersed in Cong Yu's story, came back to his senses: "Eighteenth-century food... was it delicious?"

　Blue Sky Nagisa: "???"

　Xiao Cui: "???"

　red:"???"

　Is there something wrong with your focus?

　Amidst everyone's confusion, Cong Yu sat up straight and looked at everyone sitting on the sofa, listening to his story.

　Why is everyone so interested in his past?

　Do people really enjoy listening to their current boyfriend's stories about his ex-girlfriend? Maybe they'll just ask...

　Why are you all listening so enthusiastically?

　Cong Yu was somewhat skeptical, but still responded to Yao Chuanguang's words: "Under the circumstances at the time, that meal tasted pretty good..."

　"At least it's much better than what we eat at sea, and the fruit is fresh, instead of half-rotten oranges."

　Lantian Zhu and Xiao Cui, who were not interested in food, didn't care at all about Cong Yu's answer.

　"And then? Was that bar girl who listened to your story your ex-girlfriend, Brother Congyu?"

　Xiao Cui asked this question.

　Cong Yu shrugged decisively and said, "However, that's not the case... After the meal, the tavern girl's friend came looking for us."

　“Maria Theresa; the future Grand Duchess…”

　"I spent a night with her, and she gave me a royal scimitar and a knife called the Swordsman's Rapier."

　"After saying goodbye, I embarked on my journey once again."

　Cong Yu only briefly mentioned this part of the story.

　Lan Tianzhu was somewhat speechless, because she felt this part was the best to listen to... Sigh, a story for all ages, speechless.

　It's all Xiao Guang and Xiao Cui's fault!

　"..." Hong pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Wait, can this relationship really be called boyfriend and girlfriend?"

　In Japan, I feel there's a word that more aptly describes this behavior of exchanging one's body for money (referring to weapons).

　"Isn't this just aiding O?!"

　Chapter 823 Goodbye, Mother, Tonight I'm Setting Sail

　"Minister Zongzheng, excuse me, here are the documents."

　In Minister Yoshimi Munemasa's office, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating the cluttered desk.

　满脸

　Exhausted, Munemasa Yoshimi was disturbed by her subordinates knocking on the door. She glanced at the sunlight behind her.

　What?! It's already the second day?

　I've worked a full day and night again. Am I just born with the body of a corporate slave? Or...?

　Was it my previous physical strength from cycling that came in handy?

　Thinking of this, Munemasa Yoshimi rubbed her temples and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen—

　【11:45】

　Time to go home...

　Thinking this through, Munemasa Yoshimi prepared herself to accept the document from her subordinate and then leave work... she even considered taking a day off.

　Anyway, she is the highest leader in this department, directly under Cong Yu, and only needs to be responsible to Xian Kui and the others, so no one will say anything.

　Let's go find Master Xiaoying, have some drinks and rest.

　Wearing a dark blue business suit, Munemasa Yoshimi nodded to her subordinates outside the door: "Kobayashi-san, please come in."

　In response to Munemasa Yoshimi's words, Kobayashi walked to her desk. He was wearing a sharp suit and holding a neat stack of documents.

　With a respectful expression, Kobayashi bowed slightly and handed the document to Munemasa Yoshimi, saying, "Minister Munemasa, this is the casualty statistics."

　As he spoke, he showed the USB drive on the document, maintaining his humble demeanor: "This is the electronic version of the casualty report. Please take a look."

　Zongzheng Ximei: "..."

　Yoshimi Munemasa has wanted to complain countless times: Are these Japanese office workers crazy...? Why do they have to make a paper document?

　If it's a printout after the electronic file has been completed, then that's fine.

　But the Japanese have a habit of manually creating paper documents first, and then scanning and uploading them as electronic files.

　Is he absolutely sick?

　This is absolutely the most insane thing imaginable, isn't it?

　While internally complaining, Munemasa Yoshimi's expression remained unchanged. Instead, she nodded slightly and earnestly accepted the document...

　This action is also deliberate; it can show her respect for her work and care for her subordinates... but it falls into the category of flawed workplace etiquette.

　"Thank you for your hard work, Kobayashi-san."