At the bow of the Death Star, three tall figures stood side by side beside the fence. The morning sun shone through the mist with a bright but cold light, quietly watching these three strange guys.

"Even if that guy can endorse you in the end, I still can't believe someone like you who is so cunning and treacherous." Beidou spoke first. She stood on the left side of the black-robed Luomu, her tone cold.

Luo Mu shrugged: "I don't remember ever asking Captain Beidou to trust me, which is so excessive." He turned his head and glanced at Beidou: "But I hope you can believe in Qixing's methods and integrity."

"By the way." Luo Mu raised his hand and pointed at the Qun Yu Pavilion far away on the other side of Liyue. From the Death Star, the miracle city seemed as small as a speck of dust in the vast universe. "Can your people really see the people there?"

"Of course," Beidou replied.

"How to guarantee it?"

Beidou snorted coldly: "Mr. Zangtou Luwei, don't worry about that." After saying that, she turned and left, and her last words floated over in the sea breeze.

"If Manye wasn't willing to believe you, I would never let you set foot on my ship."

Because of Manye... Luo Mu tilted his head to look at the calm and gentle boy leaning on the railing, and smiled meaningfully.

Not to mention that Manye will definitely speak for me...even if all of you want to expel me from the ship, do you have the ability to do so?

Thinking about all sorts of things in his mind, Luo Mu also stood up. He looked back at Beidou's figure getting farther and farther away, and then looked in vain at the Qun Yu Pavilion which he could not see clearly at all.

"It's so similar." He said suddenly. While speaking, Luo Mu's eyes were still fixed on the white clouds and mist. It seemed that he was just talking to himself and not speaking to anyone.

Fengyuan Manye, who was lying on the side, remained silent, but her beautiful eyes turned towards Luo Mu.

"You really don't have anything to ask me?" Seeing that Wan Ye didn't speak actively, Luo Mu, who wanted to communicate with him, had to bring up the topic himself.

Manye smiled and shook his head.

"In recent days, I have heard a lot of rumors and legends about you," he said calmly, "Although I cannot say that I know you very well, I know that a person like you is not someone that Wan Ye can easily guess."

"That's why I persuaded the captain to let you on board." Wan Ye turned and looked at Luo Mu: "It's better to make friends with someone who can make the Liyue Seven Stars give in than to be hostile to them."

Hearing Wan Ye's words, Luo Mu couldn't help but laugh.

"It's better to make friends than enemies. I didn't expect that the reason why Brother Manye spoke up for me was so... realistic," he smiled, "I thought I would hear some very poetic answers."

Wan Ye didn't say anything, just smiled in agreement.

"You said you heard a lot of rumors about me. Tell me, what are they?" Luo Mu asked.

Wan Ye's breathing paused for a moment, and then he said, "You should be the... Ghost King that people have been talking about, right?"

"Ghost Lord?" Hearing this name, Luo Mu finally couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, these guys are really good at naming. Ghost Lord, I like it! What else?"

"Also... your battle with the Young Master of the Fatui, and Qixing's ambiguous attitude towards it... there are many rumors."

Luo Mu sneered: "Qixing still has some conscience."

"The elders of the Seven Stars are intentionally guiding the people to divert the battle between you and the young master towards the political direction of the two countries. This is also some advance preparation for your return to Liyue in the future." Wan Ye added: "I think in another three to five years, the name of the Ghost King will not stop children from crying like this."

"Yes, yes, anything mixed with politics will inevitably become ambiguous, and good and evil are just a matter of stance..." Luo Mu interrupted Manye with a headache: "Then what do you think... Inazuma?"

"You are asking..."

Luo Mu pointed to the distant horizon and said, "What kind of country is Inazuma?"

When this question was raised, Luo Mu immediately noticed that Fengyuan Manye's expression, which had been calm all along, suddenly dimmed, and his delicate brows frowned for a moment, and then slowly relaxed. Obviously, this question touched the heart of this mysterious and indifferent young man.

“Inazuma…” He spoke slowly, “It’s like a peerless demon sword that has been forged to perfection.”

"Sorry?" Luo Mu said that he didn't understand such an abstract and somewhat yakuza-like metaphor.

"Sir, do you know Inazuma's sword-forging skills?" Manye asked.

Luo Mu shook his head. He really didn’t understand.

"Inazuma is a maritime country consisting of many islands. As you can imagine, the quality and quantity of refined iron ore that can be used to forge famous swords in Inazuma is far less abundant than in other countries." Manye said, "However, the swords made from iron ore full of impurities can compete with the famous swords of other countries. This is due to the repeated forging of the swordsmiths."

"Using force and fire to refine the true meaning of steel, removing all unnecessary impurities, and making the sword pure, this is the philosophy of swordsmiths and many Inazuma kendo masters."

Luo Mu nodded. In his previous life, he had read "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword" and read Yukio Mishima's books, so it was not difficult to understand what Manye said.

"But no matter how famous or demonic a sword is, there must be a limit when forging it." Suddenly, Wan Ye changed the subject: "The force and frequency of the strikes by the swordsmith must not be too strong, otherwise, no matter how perfect the rest of the sword is, the sword will be ruined."

"Too much is as bad as too little." Luo Mu added lightly. He understood the meaning of Wan Ye's metaphor.

The current Inazuma is a peerless demon sword, and Thor's pursuit of eternity is the hammer that strikes it. Every strike will make the blade purer and more powerful, but it will also make it more fragile and dangerous.

Just like a pocket knife, the thin blade makes it extremely sharp, but because of this, it is extremely fragile and breaks at the slightest bend.

Such a knife can certainly kill people, but in the end, it will be given another function that is full of ritual and tragic atmosphere:

Seppuku.

What Thor did was to purify a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation again and forge a sword with "eternity".

A sword can be used to kill others, but it will eventually kill yourself.

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