Your type of online game is too fake, right?

"Then let you take a good look at it!"

"Hey, no, you haven't specially practiced boxing kung fu..."

Dubin parried casually, this level of fighting is not worthy of his seriousness - but it is very suitable as a pastime after dinner, anyway, those warriors are temporarily attracted by the murder case in the palace chamber, and it seems that they have not followed up to fight mean.

So, Dubin and Artoria fought all the way and left, hoping that they could use the environment a little more spaciously.

In the main hall, only a group of warriors gathered together in twos and threes remained.

"Dog men and women..."

Seeing the backs of Dubin and Artoria going away, Saigo Takamori couldn't help but cursed at the street.

"How dare they..."

"What did they just say?"

Isamu Kondo couldn't help being a little curious.

"I don't understand foreign language, so I can't hear clearly... They are talking about the discovery of the dead body, right?"

"Yes and no."

Xixiang Takamori's face was rather ugly.

"They were indeed talking about the dead body, but they were also talking about more important things... Now that Britain and France have formed an alliance, these two Westerners are going to unite and carve up our country!"

"what???"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.

You must know that it is just a full shot of France, and they are already about to perish. If they add another England now...Of course, if they can get benefits, it is not impossible to add another England, but the problem is their benefits. Woolen cloth?

The treasure house of the palace, those rare treasures, have all been shipped by the English!

"Wolf ambition! It's wolf ambition!"

Many warriors clenched their fists angrily, and some warriors raised their arms and shouted.

"Westerners will never die if they kill me!"

"How can these hateful Westerners do this!"

"They offended the royal family and they will pay for it!"

A group of warriors quarreled one after another, and the so-called price to pay was the death of He Shangyanzhai and those Englishmen—this kind of death, which fell into their eyes, became the price of offending the royal family. It made many warriors who were a bit half-hearted were silent.

The door to surrender was closed, and the thinking of loyalty to the emperor once again occupied the high ground.

"So the problem comes back around."

Xixiang Takamori couldn't help sighing.

"Even Kawagami Hikosai failed, do we really have a swordsman who can rival that foreign ghost?"

"……Let me do it."

Among the crowd, the swordsman named Okada Izo took a deep breath, and then stood up.

"The last duel didn't come to an end. There is always a winner. Since the foreigner has gone so far, I am willing to attack..."

"Uh, I have a question."

Isamu Kondo scratched his head for a while.

"Didn't you not win last time?"

"...that was last time."

Okada Izo, whose atmosphere was ruined, looked a little unhappy.

"This time, I can try again... But you, if you say I can't do it, then who do you think can do it?"

"...one of them might be able to do it."

Isamu Kondo gritted his teeth.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.

But if it's for righteousness...

"Director, Chief Okita."

Taking a deep breath, Isamu Kondo still raised his head.

"Shoji Okita, the captain of the first team, her sword skills are unmatched."

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A girl named Souji Okita was sitting in a corner with a knife in her arms, her eyes glazed over.

She hadn't eaten or drank for three days, but she didn't notice it at all. There were ten thousand runaway horses in her mind, and they started running one after another from the moment she stepped into the palace—her mind had already There was no room for anything else, and she had been thinking about one thing for three whole days.

"Why did it become like this?"

When Isamu Kondo approached, the girl swordsman's eyes were frighteningly empty, and the way she muttered and repeated a sentence was more like a marionette than a living person.

"Why did it become like this? Why did it become like this? Why, why did it become like this..."

"Uh, Okita, I need your help with something."

Isamu Kondo obviously felt that Okita Souji's state was a bit wrong, but he finally bit the bullet and spoke.

"We need your sword against that stranger..."

"……Who?"

Perhaps because the people who came were too close, the girl swordsman finally said a normal sentence.

"Who do you want me to deal with?"

"The stranger."

Seeing that Souji Okita seemed to be in a daze, Isamu Kondo quickly raised his finger.

"Look, it's over there."

"what……"

The girl swordsman raised her head stiffly, just in time to see the foreigner fighting back with the English diplomat named Artoria.

"he……"

"The two of them have united. After all, they are all Westerners."

A mysterious voice sounded in the girl swordsman's ear, it was a voice that only the girl swordsman could hear.

"You can see that they fight beautifully, but their moves are not fatal. It's not so much a fight as they are flirting..."

"……Eh?"

The mind was a little stiff, and the eyes of the girl swordsman became more and more hollow.

No, no, no, no, why did that stranger unite with the English?Why must attack her country?There must be something wrong, the foreigner she knew was obviously not like this, although they fought like this before, but after that they have understood each other's thoughts, what they want is clearly one person The world where everyone can live and work in peace, why did everything change suddenly?

"Someone must have influenced him."

The mysterious voice sounded again.

"Indeed, you may have been best friends once, but they are just best friends... There are always people who say something more useful than you, right?"

"what……"

Almost instinctively, the young swordsman's gaze locked on the woman whose appearance was almost identical to her own.

An English diplomat, Artoria from the West...?

"Obviously it was me first..."

Seeing the fists and feet of the two people flying in the distance, the girl swordsman firmly grasped the handle of the knife.

That's right, she was the one who came first, whether it was sending money together or fighting together, she was the first...

"Maybe in his eyes, Western women are more influential than Oriental women?"

The ominous voice sounded again, in the ear of the girl swordsman, it was like the whisper of a devil.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that the atmosphere of the West is much more open than the ritualistic Dongyang, maybe that's why he listened to that Western woman..."

"I do."

Taking a deep breath, Okita Souji stood up.

"If my sword is needed to save this country, then I will draw it."

"But you are like this now..."

Isamu Kondo couldn't help feeling a little worried. It wasn't that he doubted Okita Souji's swordsmanship, but that Okita Souji, who hadn't eaten or drank for three days, was already described as haggard, and his precarious appearance might not be able to hold a sword.

In such a state, is it really possible to win?

"...you can win."

Souji Okita, with empty eyes, pulled out a smile.

Although it was a smile, Isamu Kondo only shuddered under the gaze of those eyes.

At this moment, he even felt that the person standing in front of him was no longer a human being.

But something more frightening, the devil!

ps: So, after defeating myself, I am back.

Swordsman seven battles, he changed Japan: Chapter 110 Chapter [-] Absolute Power, Absolute Skill ([-] words)

For the next two days, Dubin was very busy.

Murder cases are naturally to be investigated. This mysterious and mysterious curse-killing theory has somewhat affected the enthusiasm of the warriors to sign up, but not everyone is frightened by the curse-killing theory, so Dubin also Still need to meet the challenges of those warriors.

In fact, the latter was the thing that caused him the most toothache. After all, he was still thinking about completing the fifteen life-and-death quests—but that’s where the problem lies. It may be whether you can fight with your own strength, but when it comes to him, what you need to care about is that you must not strike too hard.

Like what happened on the first day of the challenge.

"Hanjiro Nakamura, right? I heard that your swordsmanship is very good... wait a minute."

Dubin smiled apologetically, and then went to the side of the pool to wash off the blood and brains on his hands.