Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

All three of them were scolded for this incident, and some senior executives even began to question Usami Reiko's stability as the logistics director.

After all, keeping a person who harbors resentment towards the organization is like placing a time bomb that has not exploded yet by your bedside.

"I don't recommend you to have a direct confrontation with the White Torch. You should have seen it just now, right? The third level, the power of the Judgment level. And it's a flame with great destructive power."

Speaking of the scene just now, Sakai Takashi still has lingering fears. The official naming is from "Origin", "Super Order", to "Judgment", which also implies the powerful power of this level.

The first level "Origin": the beginning of all extraordinary things.

At this level, most ritualists simply mastered the application method of the mystery and a very weak ability, and their bodies were not strengthened too much by the "mystery".

Only a very small number of ritualists can obtain destructive power at the first level - but in Sakai Takashi's opinion, sometimes, just the right amount of power is more useful than strong destructive ability.

For example, your own abilities.

The second level "super-order": out of the mortal order.

This is a level that Sakai Takashi has not yet reached. It will take a long time to absorb the mysteries scattered around, or kill the ritualists on the chaos side.

Of course, most "super-order" level ritualists adopt the first method.

After all, the second type is too dangerous and too difficult.

At this level, ritualists have mastered at least two abilities, and their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary humans.

The third level "Judgment": the power to wield the power of judgment.

At this level, only Bai Ju has reached it in Japan.

Even if we look at the international community, "Judgement" level ritualists are rare.

This is almost the strongest single force in the world.

So Sakai Takashi was very worried about what Usami Reiko was doing, and he was concerned about the safety of this poor woman - even though she herself might have already put it aside.

It is not uncommon for someone to be killed in self-defense after angering a judge.

——The result is already obvious. The order issued by Bai Ju led to the death of a ritualist and a contactee.

But the other party was still full of energy and even had time to eavesdrop on other people's conversations with a stern face.

While Sakai Takashi was thinking, Usami Reiko drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and the white smoke she exhaled was mixed with the aroma of smoked seaweed and the strength of alcohol.

"I don't think it's that powerful." The woman sneered, "He'll die if he's shot. Did you see his arm? Even the third level can't stop a bullet. So, what about a sniper rifle?"

Considering that this woman was the head of logistics, it was absolutely no problem for her to "borrow" some guns. Sakai Takashi was even more helpless: "Reiko——"

"Okay, I know, I was just joking." Usami Reiko comforted the man in front of her: "Thank you for worrying about me, but no, I won't confront him head-on again."

The conversation between the two only continued here, and Sakai Takashi had no way to persuade him any further, as it was a painful experience.

Just like Lingzi said, her fiancé is still alive, so what right does she have to persuade her to let it go with a look on her face saying "I totally agree"?

"Tell me, how many levels are there for ritualists?"

Usami Reiko suddenly asked, staring at the sunset in the sky and the burning red clouds, in a daze.

Sakai Takashi shook his head: "The highest level in the world right now is only Judgment. According to the research report presented by the Research Department last month, a complete ritualist should at least not be afraid of any hot weapons."

At this point, Sakai Takashi couldn't help but smile: "Those young researchers have a lot of objections to this report. Ha, they think that a complete ritualist can at least ignore small-yield tactical nuclear weapons..."

Usami Reiko also smiled and shook her head: "How is that possible."

Sakai Takashiya didn't quite believe this inference: "So, they determined that there are at least three more levels above Judgment: four, five, and six, from matter and elements to spirit."

"Each level is a leap-forward improvement in biological form."

"Just like a Judgment-class White Torch can easily kill a few Super Orders."

"I see..." Usami Reiko nodded, seeming to be thinking about something.

Chapter 74 Named Yukino

Mori Yuesha was humming a song as she walked down the street, her long hair as black as raven feathers gathered behind her ears, brushing over her shoulders and hanging down to her waist.

The girl looked slim from the back and plump from the front, but unfortunately she was wearing a loose, large-sized black hoodie.

The long cuffs only revealed the tender green fingertips, and a verdant turquoise earring hung on the left earlobe.

That was a small gift from Yuno Agatsuma.

As Japan's most representative prosperous business district, Ginza is located near the Imperial Palace.

The lights here are bright 24 hours a day. Men and women passing by wear masks. They are either dressed expensively or fashionably. They gather together and chat in low voices.

There were also some foreign tourists, carrying bags of different sizes, preparing to continue fighting despite the bright moonlight.

Mori Yuesha had just finished her shopping spree - Alia called and needed a few child seats and small desks.

After receiving the instructions, Mori Yuesha took the opportunity to go shopping, which finally satisfied the girl's long-suppressed psychology.

For the cat guests who had just moved in, she bought them new food bowls, new toilets, and various new climbing frames and small houses.

Mori Yuesha ordered a lot of pets from a large pet store, including various types.

I even bought a few simple wooden boards. After all the things were delivered to their home in a few days, I would let the boys who couldn't sit still build a house for the guests.

After a shopping spree, given Mori Yuesa's personality, it was natural for her to bring some gifts back.

ヽ(??▽?)ノShopping, happy!

Nanami Aoyama's was an expensive pair of headphones - together with the mic she had been given last time, the girl was trying her best to complete a set.

Izumi Sagiri and Chizu Murasaki both use the same set of pens.

However, Sagiri's is a paintbrush, while Murasaki's is a pen and... a whole set of Piccolo figures in different poses.

Mariko Machida is a limited edition sculpture miniature of Hercules, probably shrunk to the length of Mori Tsukisa's forearm.

It is said to be a miniature sculpture by a new artist. In short, it looks very trendy and unique. When you think of Mariko Machida's nickname, you can't help but want to buy it and give it to her.

Oh, in addition to the Hercules sculpture, Mori Tsukisa also bought a full set of fitness dumbbells, which she will send to Nanami in two days and ask her to bring to Machida Mariko.

So, it is not without reason that sometimes Mori Tsukishima is chased and beaten by Senjumura Sei and Aoyama Nanami while being ridiculed.

As for Agatsuma Yuno...

Mori Yuesa has been thinking about it for a long time. Ever since Yuno decided to start learning kendo, she has wanted to give her one.

The girl shook the box in her hand.

Tsuda Echizen Morisukehiro

(Echizen no kami Sukehiro)

Murasame.

Two feet, seven inches and four points, a rain-praying knife.

6500 million.

Made in February of the sixth year of Yanbao (1678)

Attached: Comes with a black-coated scabbard with Tongkui script and a gold tassel with Tongkui script.

This antique knife is the most expensive knife at this Ginza exhibition.

At that time, the commentator said to the girl with a serious face: "This is the most expensive one in our exhibition.

It is extremely precious and extremely rare.

If you buy it, please treat it well.”

Yuno should like it, right?

The girl strolled around contentedly, carrying the knife box.

The moonlight illuminates the road surface brightly, but the roadside is a little dim and the light is not very bright.

She happened to glance at two people sitting on a bench next to the street lamp.

A boy about ten years old, and a girl about the same age as him.

The girl had long hair that went past her shoulders, and her ice-blue pupils were illuminated by the light, looking transparent and clear.

Even on a comfortable wooden bench, she still sat upright and looked very well-educated.

However, that cute school uniform looked particularly superior against her cold face.

She lowered her head slightly and listened to what the boy beside her was saying. She did not pull back her sleeve that was being pulled. She nodded for a while, then seemed to be thinking about something.

Mori Yuesha heard a few words as she passed by.

"Grandma has been missing several times, and every time she said it was me who was lost. But it was obviously her who disappeared."

"No, grandma doesn't have a phone."

"Dayong! My name is Dayong! Hehehe!"

Mori Yuesha paused, turned her body, and walked straight towards the two of them.

The sound of heels clacking on the cobblestone road made the girl on the bench opposite look up.

The girl was stunned when she saw Mori Yuesha for the first time.

It was hard for her to imagine that she would meet such a beautiful person in real life.

The other person was simply wearing a loose hoodie and trousers, his manners were not dignified enough, and he was holding a box of unknown substance in his hand.

But those eyes and the teardrop mole at the corner of the eyes make the whole picture charming, with thin lips slightly upturned and messy hair on the side of the face.

It reminded the girl of some lazy feline.

She likes cats the most.

If it weren't for her age, this girl with long black wavy hair would definitely be described as charming.

Mori Yuesha didn't know that she was being silently praised by the girl in front of her, she walked over and asked, "Excuse me, it's so late, don't you want to go home quickly?

Are the parents nearby?

Where are your family, little one?"

The girl stood up and bowed slightly to Mori Yuesha. Her every move and gesture were like those of a lady from a noble family, reflecting long hours of training and the influence of the environment.

Don’t ask Mori Yuesa how she knew that, because the girl in front of you and Yuno my wife are both the same type.

You know, it took her a long time to teach my wife Yuno to speak dirty words.

Although this effort seemed "unrelated" to Aoyama Nanami...

"Yukino."

The girl named Yukino spoke coldly. Mori Yuesa saw that she was trying her best to express her emotions, but in the end she gave up for some reason.

she said.

"The boy's name is Dayong. When I met him, his grandmother had already disappeared."

A girl named Xueno introduces Dayong's situation to Mori Yuesa.

Mori Yuesha groaned, not surprisingly: "It's a lost child. I'll accompany you to send him to the police station."

Xue Nai shook her head: "His grandmother doesn't have a phone number, and Dayong is not the name he registered. The police station will be powerless to do anything.

But fortunately, the child remembers the way home."

"I asked, he's not far away, I plan to send him back."

Mori Yuesha looked at the boy named Dayong with interest.

He was dressed in rags and his face was dirty. The boy noticed that the beautiful sister was staring at him and immediately responded with an innocent look.

"Sister, you are so beautiful!" the boy smiled.

Mori Yuesha squatted down with her hands on her knees and asked the boy softly, "Where is your home?"

The boy gave a general idea.

"It's very close to where I live. I'll take him back. Ms. Yukino, you can turn around here. There's a subway station. You should still be able to make it in time if you take the last subway."

Mori Yuesa took out her cell phone to check the time, then checked the subway time and showed it to Yukino.