Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

All female faces, all female figures. There seemed to be no difference in his eyes.

'I like the feel of it.'

He couldn't tell.

If we assume that this "symptom" is not a disease, but the "price" that one must pay to become a ritualist...

It's even more chilling.

What kind of power comes at the "price" of "not being able to distinguish women"?

What is his purpose? After finding out that 'Taokein might not be Akane Minakawa', he didn't choose to show his true colors, but pretended not to know, and took advantage of the situation to find various opportunities to test, touch, and get close to me...

Huojianshe, what does he want to do?

"You'd better not let him find out that you are not her."

I can't ask anyone for help.

Don’t talk about the masquerade, you never know what’s hidden behind the mask.

And Mori Tsukisha...

Is she going to ask Mori Yuesha to kill Hujianshe?

Members restricted by the mask rules of the organizer cannot reveal any information about the organization to people outside the organization. Besides, Mori Yuesha...

Please her?

This is not a prank. Once it starts, it will be a fight to the death.

She couldn't drag Mori Yuesha into this.

"Please help me kill him." No normal person would say such words, and no matter how you look at it, Mori Yuesha would never dare to do such a thing.

They are of the same kind, living people.

Mori Yuesha couldn't do it.

You have to rely on yourself for everything.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was holding the mousse box and planning. Since the 'monster' behind this phone could be repelled by Mori Tsukisa, theoretically her own safety was guaranteed - temporarily.

Just be careful...

Compared to the look in Huo Jianshe's eyes that made her feel more and more sick, the buzzing warning sound in her brain as she got closer...

She had to take the risk.

"Yuesha today..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her thoughts and looked to her side.

…of.

A ball of air.

???

Not far away, the girl was sitting in the ice room and waving at her through the glass.

"Senior, come quickly!"

'Summer joy! ! '

——A table full of ice creams of different colors.

Kasumigaoka Utaha: …

"What should I say to you?"

I walked in through the door and was greeted by a cool breeze. There was a table full of ice cream.

"Are you planning to finish eating before leaving?" He pulled out a stool and sat down.

Of course not.

Mori Yuesha happily pulled out a piece of colored paper that looked like a coupon from under a banana boat.

He held it up in a very ostentatious manner, with his eyebrows moving.

"Buy two cups and you can enter a prize!"

"Guess what I got?"

——You’re still guessing, it’s already written on the paper.

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes: "...Ten-day tour?" She took it from Mori Yuesha's hand.

this…

She looked at the 'winning ticket' in her hand, then raised her head to look at Mori Yuesha with a strange expression: "I remember you just said that you have always had bad luck?"

Ten-day tour...

A table of ice cream.

The round-trip airfare alone is quite a lot of money.

This store?

Kasumigaoka Utaha ignored the guy that was about to merge into the ice cream and stood up and walked towards the counter.

"Hello, may I ask..."

"Hi, what's up?"

The young girl seemed to be doing this part-time job: "Oh, you mean this? It's a new lottery - your friend is so lucky."

"About that," Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled just the right amount and shook the winning ticket in her hand, "I still have some doubts. The round-trip airfare alone is a big expense. Is it really okay?"

The girl behind the counter said that they would be responsible for all expenses within the rules.

"If there is no time..."

"I'm sorry, I can't exchange it for something else. It will be invalid after the expiration date."

Returning to her seat, Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her phone, wondering if she was being overly suspicious. "Since Yuesha is not short of money, just keep this as a souvenir. I looked at the location on it - see, that island is not a well-known tourist destination."

In fact, there is almost no relevant information on the Internet.

In modern society, it’s hard to find the place you’re going to?

Are you kidding?

"But it would be a waste if I don't go." Mori Yuesha shook the winning ticket and said seriously, "I am very frugal, senior. If you waste things carelessly, you will be punished by the gods."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked expressionlessly at the table full of ice cream that had begun to melt.

Ha ha.

Chop you to death.

Chapter 60 Origin Mori Yuesha

"Has the stuff been delivered?"

"Yes, Tojo-sama."

After a brief, whispered conversation, the figure knelt down and disappeared out of the sliding door.

Facing north.

Old white wooden window frame with a grayish tint.

There is a single camellia in the garden and bird-shaped paper and ink stickers on the wall.

There was no furniture, no objects that were irrelevant to the place.

The woman in a kimono with a white background and a red floral pattern lowered her brows and focused, her hair tied up behind her head. She folded the tea towel quietly and quietly without being disturbed.

A few iron lumps at the bottom of the pot were swept away like rain by the sound of boiling water, and soon swept away to a farther place. A whistle sounded like it piercing through the forest, leading the woman to grab the handle and carefully move it away.

Clean the dates, tea scoop, tea whisk and tea bowl;

There was a certain rhythm implied in the skillful small movements, but the face was dull and he gave a very small smile.

Zao tilted slightly, took out the tea with the tea scoop, knocked on the edge of the bowl, turned gracefully and nimbly as if dancing quietly, and returned the utensil to its original position in the blink of an eye; poured water, and moved the tea whisk steadily between the thin jade-like fingers until the tea soup overflowed with bubbles, then slowly withdrew his hand.

Pick up the tea bowl.

A picture of green mountains and pine trees is reflected in the boiling tea.

The tea fragrance that had been suppressed for a long time finally hit me.

At this moment, apart from the sound of the gears in the watch, the only audible sound in the tea room is the fragrance of tea.

“Less is more.”

The blond man sat on the tatami, took a sip, and gently put down the tea bowl.

Even in the teahouse with so many rules and regulations that it was even a bit demanding of "etiquette", he still did not take off the sunglasses on his nose - the owner of the teahouse did not seem to care much about it, and lowered his head, concentrating on the pool of rotten green tea in the bowl.

“It’s a little different.”

"Harmony, respect, purity and tranquility." Tojo Chensuke shook the tea bowl, and the scar on his face was reflected in the tea leaves: "Empty and tranquility."

"I guess I don't understand." The blond man looked around: "This place is a bit small, otherwise it would be quite suitable for the group of researchers I had before. At least it can cleanse their heads of stupid ambitions."

Tojo Chensuke smiled: "That's a good attitude, Mr. Albert. We need ambition, and we need stupid ambition even more. A knife without ambition is not sharp enough, and a knife that is too smart will hurt its owner. Only when stupidity and ambition complement each other can they be the best consumables."

Consumables.

The blond man named Albert was speechless.

He rubbed his palms, with a playful expression: "She counts as one too?" The black sunglasses were facing the woman who was kneeling and bowing while demonstrating the tea art just now.

"of course."

Tojo Chensuke shook the wide-mouthed teacup in the color of mist and rain, and put it down.

"If you are so easily manipulated by your subordinates, you are not worthy of being a superior."

"It's easy to make them hate each other instead of us, Mr. Albert. Truth and reason will never win over barbarism and ignorance."

The man waved his hand, and the woman lowered her head towards the two of them, slowly backed out of the tea room and closed the door from the outside.

“It’s a ritual.”

Tojo Chensuke put his fingers into the tea bowl and dripped them onto the tea table. His arm moved slowly, and a samurai sword made of water stains appeared vividly on his fingertips.

“Although the nation has its own essence, the rigidity and simplicity have also been integrated into our flesh and blood, and can no longer be torn apart or cut off.”

The man tapped the wood gently with his fingers. After a few thuds, he wiped away the drying tea stains.

"If Bushido is the 'art of dying', then..."

"The tea ceremony is the 'art of living'."

Albert frowned.

The only thing he hated about Tojo Tansuke was this: if he didn't get down to business first, he would have to listen to this guy mumbling about nonsense, and two hours would pass in the blink of an eye.

"Your patience is even less than last time."

Albert admitted this. Compared with working in the laboratory in front of high-power microscopes and countless expensive large instruments, he prefers to play games with people's hearts.

——But not this kind.

And ambition also requires a free and strong body to realize it.

"That's a great point. In fact, Mr. Albert, have you discovered that your personality is very similar to ours?"

Tojo Tansuke's teasing was only met with a long silence.

Albert had no good feelings towards this country, let alone Tojo Tansuke.

"Let's get down to business."

Crossing his hands to his chin, he leaned forward in black sunglasses and said in a deep voice: "You better not screw up, Tojo. No one can leave that island alive."

His words were vague and only Tojo Tansuke knew what he was referring to.