I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shirataki also knew that her promise might not be reliable, but there was nothing he could do. The village was going to be evacuated today, and the fire couldn't be covered with paper.

He approached the shrine that had been half destroyed by the eruption of spiritual power, and picked up the fainted priestess in the charred pit.

The breath is still there, and the body is warm.

Can be served while it's hot...pack it up and take it away.

Shirataki picked her up and left this empty shrine where no one lived.

There is nothing here but memories.

……

After Shirataki left, a pitch-black crow landed under the wishing tree.

The three dark red pupils looked at the damaged shrine, at the hollow left by the spiritual power.

"found it……"

The black crow flew into the sky, fluttered its wings and disappeared.

Chapter 350

The fire crackled softly as the firewood burned.

Beside the stone table and chairs, the witch opened her eyes and woke up slowly.

Her cheeks were wet, and she raised her hand to stroke her face, and at some point she had burst into tears in her dream.

Her eyes were tearful and her vision was hazy.

At this time, there were footsteps, she hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes, cleaned up her messed up face, and looked at the person coming.

The strange and strange young man was holding two round balls whose outer skins had been burnt to black, which seemed to be fruits roasted by fire.

"Do you want to eat?"

he asked.

The tone was flat and ordinary, the witch didn't feel hungry, she could live for a long time relying on spiritual power alone, and she had long since lost the habit of eating.

But after hearing this sentence, she didn't refuse immediately, and soon the other party stuffed the fruit into her hand.

She was a little helpless. This kind of logic of not answering was tantamount to acquiescence, which was really in line with his style.

The freshly baked ones are still warm or even boiling hot.

His cold hands were scalded by the hot fruit.

She subconsciously threw the fruit back and forth between her left and right hands twice, but this couldn't relieve the burning pain in her palm, so she finally threw it on the stone table beside her.

She was like a juggler, and her movements were overly lively and funny.

Shirataki also showed a playful smile: "Is it hot? Just be hot, remember to blow on it before eating."

The witch couldn't help but rolled her eyes, this guy is really a chicken belly.

This outsider is a rough and vulgar person in every way, not paying attention to etiquette, free and easy, and even a hooligan.

But she didn't dislike this frankness from the bottom of her heart.

Perhaps this kind of directness and freedom is exactly what she needs today... It is also the warmth that can be felt by the few.

If she stays in the shrine, she will be a high-ranking witch, under the sunshine, above ten thousand people, it is her mission to offer blessings to the Great God.

Who dares to be so rude to her, and who dares to make half a joke of her?

Even this fruit has not been tasted for a long time...

She took a bite lightly: "It's so sweet, it still tastes like the past."

Shirataki pushed aside the fruit, which was similar to oranges but sweeter and full of spiritual energy, licked it and said, "It tastes like a lie."

The witch shook her head: "I'm not lying..."

Shirataki asked: "It seems that you really remembered everything?"

The witch didn't answer, but looked at the rolling mist in the distance, and said, "Are you really an outsider?"

"It's true." Shirataki nodded and said, "Look at my clothes and attire, you should know that I'm an outsider."

"I didn't expect that there would really be an outside world..."

"The outside world is wonderful." Shirataki said, "The outside world is helpless."

"I don't know where your world is, but here..." The witch looked at the dark sun, which had been half-swallowed: "The sun is everything, the blessing of Amaterasu, the spiritual power of the sun envelopes this place. This piece of land has preserved the last kingdom of the sun from being swallowed up by the underworld, and you can see that the dark mist in the distance is all from the underworld of the underworld."

"Being swallowed by it means falling into the secluded world of the underworld, and there is no life in the underworld... It is a land of death dominated by the dead, and there is one and only one god, the goddess of the underworld, Izanagi."

"He wants to devour the kingdom of the sun all the time, and the blessing of Amaterasu Omigomi prevents her from penetrating the world shrouded in the sun's spiritual power to invade here, and people stay here to multiply and thrive. This is their last home."

"But the blessings of the gods are not unlimited."

"If we want to keep the kingdom of the sun from falling into the hands of Huang Quan, we also need to pray for Amaterasu."

"Every 30 years, the spiritual power of the sun will decline. To this end, a ceremony needs to be performed. The sun priestess needs to offer the Kagami dance. It is not allowed to be interrupted for a day and a night. Otherwise, the ceremony will fail and the sun will turn into a black sun..."

The witch whispered the reason.

Shirataki silently digested the amount of information above. In fact, he also had roughly such speculations. The reasons sounded reasonable. It was nothing more than a variant of the human population struggling to survive in the apocalypse. In the past, a gal described a similar situation quite well. , called "Eustia of the Unholy Wing"

"In other words, I caused the ceremony to fail?"

"Ah."

"Are these situations caused by my heavenly justice?"

"You are just heaven, not justice."

"But you defiled me, we're even."

"?"

"My kiss is very expensive." Shirataki emphasized, like a profiteer who raised prices on the spot.

"Don't mention it again!" The witch was ashamed, it was her only first kiss at this time, and it was obvious that she was at a disadvantage.

Besides, it is a serious crime for this madman to touch the body of the maiden without authorization, and it should be added to the crime. How can there be any equality?

But she has a thin skin and doesn't want to argue with Bai Taki.

Shirataki didn't delve too deeply into it. As a veteran barista, he is proficient in throwing pot skills.

If he kept throwing the blame like this, he would have to throw the blame to Pan Jinlian, a bitch, to seduce Ximen Qing.

He took another bite of fruit.

"Speaking of which, there is one thing that I don't understand. Why did they want to kill people after the ceremony failed? You can't dance, so why don't you go up if you can do it in a different dance?"

This question was not answered.

Holding the fruit in both hands, Miss Miko breathed out a mouthful of white mist, and then she asked softly, "How many times do you think I have performed the Kagura dance ceremony?"

"Once?" Shirataki guessed.

"This is the tenth time." The witch looked back.

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"I can't tell." The witch said slowly and calmly, "I have lived for more than 300 years."

"Ah?" Bai Taki quickly restrained his shocked expression: "It seems that I didn't say that you are indeed very old."

"Yeah." The witch didn't seem to mind what he said anymore. I don't know if she got used to it, or her personality changed as her memory recovered: "I'm already very old. I'm so old that I even forget the past... "

"Before I was born, Rilun City was bigger than it is now, and it wasn't the most remote place. Later, the Kagura Dance ceremony of the previous generation of witches failed, which led to black mist engulfing many places, and many people died..."

She raised her finger and pointed to the village in the distance: "I remember that this village was not like this in the past, and I also remember that the shrine was very lively at that time... There will be a temple fair every year, many people will come, and there will be many delicious and fun things... ..."

"Later, I became a witch."

"If you go to the shrine, you will never come back."

Her fingers trembled a little, she raised and lowered them, tried her best to calm her voice, but Bai Taki could hear the nostalgia and sadness in her voice, and spoke ethereally of the past that had become a memory.

"Because I lost my memory, I wanted to come here to have a look."

"If I had thought about it earlier, there would have been no need to come back."

"Because there is no one here, no one exists anymore."

"Those things I remember were in the past 300 years ago, not now."

"Every corner of this village looks so familiar to me, but it also looks so strange."

"I actually thought that in the past 300 years, I had forgotten the past, and became a priestess wholeheartedly, offering myself for the country of the sun wheel. This is the value of my existence."

In fact, the memory has already been engraved into the soul, and it cannot be forgotten at all. It has not been diluted with time, but has become more and more clear.

She can bury the memory in the deepest part. Once the big waves wash away the sand and wash away the floating foam above, the memories engraved there will emerge.

The faces of relatives from the past are close in front of her eyes, but she will never see them again, and even those people she knew in the past are long gone.

As time goes by, the people in the past died one by one, the shrine and the wishing tree are still there, but the traces left by her are long gone.

She is like a ghost who lived 300 years ago, and her only bond and concern in this world is her duty as the Miko of the Sun.

If it wasn't for the temporary loss of memory caused by the rampage of spiritual power, she might never come back here for the rest of her life.

"but……"

"did not expect……"

"I finally returned to my hometown, it's not in a dream."

She stopped talking, with a trace of bitterness, sadness, and relief.

"It's great to be back here and have a look."

"I have no regrets."

"Unknown stranger, can you please accompany me for a walk?"

She smiled, like dewdrops under the morning glow, illusory, fragile, and beautiful.