Conjurer?I, the Warhammer Psyker

Three days passed in a flash, and the sun rose as usual.

In the flower bed attached to Takatsuki Izumi's villa, Arima Kisho and Kaneki Ken, wearing black casual clothes, sat in the garden chatting.

Kaneki Ken suddenly contacted Arima Kisho and asked him to talk to him about old times. Arima Kisho spent three days alone, which was quite leisurely.

Originally, he wanted Kaneki Ken not to come to him. After all, the one-eyed king has no heavier responsibility than the once free identity.

But considering that this is the first time Kaneki Ken has really taken on the responsibility of the One-Eyed King, he should have accumulated quite a lot of doubts that he needs to help solve.

Arima Kisho did not refuse to tell him the address here, and it would be great to have someone to chat with him.

Kaneki Ken couldn't help but be startled when he saw Arima Kisho, who was once full of hair and found that it was now almost covered with black hair.

"Don't you feel that your days as a prosecutor have become more leisurely?"

In Kaneki Ken's eyes, Kisho Arima is actually no different than a master. No matter whether it is practicing or imparting skills and experience, he spares no effort.

Especially after Kaneki Ken learned about their good intentions, he felt nothing but gratitude for Arima Kisho.

Kaneki Ken was very pleased to see that Arima Kisho's energy and energy were many times better than before.

"That's it."

Arima Kisho said calmly, and then poured Kaneki Ken a cup of coffee.

"Are you still familiar with the king's responsibilities?"

"Thank you, Mr. Arima."

Kaneki Yan picked it up cautiously, took a sip and put it down before answering.

“With everyone’s help, I’m okay.”

"I reorganized an organization called Black Goat, which includes both humans and ghouls,"

"We will work hard to build a bridge between people and communication."

"It will definitely live up to your expectations."

Kaneki Ken thought of his friends with a warm smile on his face

"But actually, Mr. Arima, the good news I want to share with you the most is."

"I'm getting married."

After Arima Kisho heard the news, he was slightly stunned and then a rare smile appeared on his face.

"congratulations."

Kaneki Ken finally ended his companionship for several years, and the love between them became fruitful. Now he and Dong Xiang are finally getting married.

"So I would like to invite you, Mr. Yuma, to attend our wedding."

"Congratulations again, I won't go to the wedding."

"You also know that I shouldn't be in the public eye right now."

Kaneki Ken's reputation is based on the first one-eyed king "White Death" Arima Kisho.

If someone recognized him after he went to the scene, it would definitely have a huge impact on Kaneki Ken's prestige.

The current identity must not be displayed on the bright side.

"OK then."

Kaneki Ken still felt quite regretful that his master could not attend his wedding.

"Then Mr. Arima, can you help me ask Miss Fangcun if she is available?"

Yoshimura Aiji, Kaneki Ken is also very grateful.

"Fangcun."

Arima Kisho hesitated as soon as he mentioned Takatsuki Spring.

"Miss Fangcun, what's wrong?"

When Ken Kaneki saw the strange look on Arima Kishou's face, he suddenly remembered something bad for no reason.

After all, the ghouls have been having a hard time for everyone recently, because the CCG is like a mad dog and treats those ghouls very toughly.

The ghouls in several areas have even been wiped out by CCG, and the current situation is quite critical.

Kaneki Ken thought about creating a peaceful and stable environment for his future children before they were born. When he thought about the current situation, he felt very sad.

"Oh, it's okay, she just might be... um... a little inconvenient right now."

Arima Kisho seemed very helpless when he mentioned Yoshimura. He didn't even know what to say, so he spoke vaguely.

"I will convey the message, don't worry."

The relationship between him and Takatsuki Izumi is just that of a partner, nothing else.

The only thing I want to say is this, will high-intensity really not kill people?

Arima Kisho hadn't seen them come down from upstairs for three days, which was really unbelievable.

Arima Kisho shook his head helplessly. Sometimes he really wanted to call the police.

"How long are you going to be ridiculous?"

But what Kisho Arima didn't know was that when Kaneki Ken appeared in the area around the villa, Isayama Nomei had already started to clean up the battlefield.

When the curtains were drawn, even the dressing mirror as tall as a person in the dim room was completely shattered, and the glass shards were scattered on the floor.

Among the mottled glass fragments, two figures are constantly changing their figures, but the scenes presented by the glass fragments are also different.

After Isayama Nomei dissipated all the pressure from his body, he finally felt emptiness.

These are the six rooms where they fought. The third floor of the villa has been completely reduced to ruins, whether it is furniture or other items. All were in tatters.

Isayama Norimei and Takatsuki Izumi, like two huskies full of spiritual vitality, took a look at each room.

From the first moment when I was concerned about Arima Kisho living on the first floor, to the final moment when I got emotional, who cared about him?

The only thing that can limit them now is the number of guest rooms in the entire villa except for the first floor. If they don't stop, there will be no place to go.

Isayama Nomei reached out to the first floor. A guy with a very strong self-esteem might be so embarrassed and angry that he would commit suicide.

"Where are you going? You surrender like this."

Isayama Nomei sighed and reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the eyes of the person in front of him.

Long-term and high-intensity line combat.

Although it made him feel a little mentally exhausted, the new and novel experience was enough to offset the fatigue.

Moreover, the feeling of fatigue can still be cured by using healing psychic spells, which makes him not feel tired at all.

But the loser eating dust did not bring much sense of failure to the loser. All he felt was relief.

Life is like a play, and only after fighting hard can you realize how powerless you are.

From the beginning when he had to eat his own tail in order to regain his strength to later when he was unable to do anything else, Takatsuki Izumi, who had gone through all kinds of hardships, was so pleased with himself that he even wanted to laugh a little.

She finally stopped now. She wanted to stop sobbing, but her tears of grievance couldn't be stopped, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"What? The powerful Ghoul Queen can't survive now."

Isayama Nomei tried to joke in a relaxed tone, but unfortunately Takatsuki Izumi didn't appreciate it.

"Three days."

Takatsuki Izumi cried until her eyes were red. She was so emotional that she even covered her eyes with her arms and cried.