The found Tuo is three and a half years old

I think this guy who brushes ads is quite interesting.

Because normal people wouldn't post advertisements in places like slums!Even if the price he asked was really low, for the people in the slums, money itself was considered a luxury, so how could it be used for things other than food and clothing?

When I was in Yoshiwara, I also saw people who escaped from the slums and had to sell themselves in order to survive, so even I understand why the slums don’t believe in advertisements——

So I looked a little more curiously in the direction of the guy who brushed the ads.

Probably aware of our presence, the young man in the indigo sweatshirt stopped his hands and turned his head slightly in our direction, so I saw clearly the handsome face under the short hair.

This guy has a baby face, with a little natural childishness between his brows, and a pair of bright blue eyes, reminding me of the husky in the family of the richest man in a small town in Siberia.

Or should I say, when I see a husky owned by a rich merchant, I occasionally recall such blue eyes.Although he changed a lot in his attire, I still recognized him at a glance.

"Yato?"

The young man's eyes enlarged little by little, and his mouth gradually opened unconsciously. Then, he suddenly dropped the brush and paint bucket in his hand, opened his hands and exclaimed: "Silver Bamboo!!!!"

"It's you, Yinzhu! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I never thought I'd see you again!"

While saying this, Yato ran towards me at a trot.

I subconsciously took half a step back.

The paint bucket thrown by him overturned in the sky, and the scattered paint spilled all over him. Now I just want to stay away from him, so as not to rub the paint on me.

Sensing my backing away, Yato stopped tactfully, but his mouth was still aggrieved and said non-stop:

"Oh, even Yinzhu, have you become so indifferent? Obviously you said before that you can be my believer—"

I blinked.

I seem to have said this. At that time, I asked Yato why he must do all kinds of tasks so desperately. Yato told me with an indifferent face. He is a disaster god without shrines and believers. If the wish is fulfilled, it will disappear.

"So it's like this—is it going to disappear if there's no way to use it?" I nodded with half understanding at the time.

"But if there are believers..."

Some hesitantly, the young man clenched his fist, but did not say the next word.

"Do you want to follow his believers like Tong Mo's disciples?" I asked, "But I already have people to follow, so I can't help Yato."

"But maybe I can ask that lord, can I help Yato by the way, if I become a believer in Yato, Yato can do other things he likes more?"

I have said such things, but I have not consulted Mr. Wuyou for his opinion on this matter, nor have I really become a believer in Yato-because belief is not something that can be just talked about.

"Who is this?" Fyodor came to my side at some point.

"This is..." I subconsciously wanted to explain to him, but I only said a few words, and suddenly remembered that I was still in a unilateral cold war with him.

So I quickly closed my mouth and turned my head away as if nothing happened.

Yato looked at me with his head tilted, blinked his eyes lightly, and seeing that I had no intention of introducing him to Fyodor at all, the former Mr. Futsu God took the initiative to get close to Fyodor.

"I am Yato. As you can see, I am a god. The god can help you do anything now, as long as you pay five yen——"

Not only the change in dress, but even the behavior of the young man in front of me is very different from the guy in my memory.

The Yato in my memory is the God of Futsu, a god who obeys the wishes of human beings and fights for them.At that time, although he had a bit of a natural disposition, he was usually taciturn, and he would not jump off like he is now.

Of course, compared to the horrible appearance back then, Yato's current appearance is easier for new students to get close to. He is just a majestic warrior, why would he be reduced to posting small advertisements on the street for five yen?And the streets of the slums.

"Because I want to save money to build a shrine of my own!" Yato clenched his fists and told me about his dream with excitement: "As long as I have a shrine, I can accept offerings and earn money." Got more money!"

"Is that so..."

Hearing what Yato said, I nodded thoughtfully: "Then you go for it."

"But speaking of it, do you and Fei have a division of labor? I saw that guy in other places just now, but she's not helping you post advertisements—"

Because in my impression, although Fei is Nora, she is used by Yato most of the time, so I mentioned it to Yato.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, Yato's expression turned cold little by little.The originally natural expression due to excitement became extraordinarily serious, and there was a serious look in those eyes.

"Did she say something to you?"

"That's right, she told me about Wu Mi." I didn't feel uncomfortable with Yato's expression, but for me, his serious expression was more familiar: " He lives near here now, and I just sent him back."

"You don't know how bad that guy's place is. I kind of want to help him find another place to live, but he won't listen to me. On the other hand, since he is Mr. Wu Mi, I really don't have the guts to treat him What order to give?"

"Damn—but...yes!"

My eyes suddenly caught sight of the advertisement that Yato had just painted: "Since Yato is a god who can fulfill people's wishes, can I make wishes too?"

"Can Yato help me find a suitable place for Wu Mi? Don't want an orphanage, but a place where he can live well—"

While speaking, I began to search my pockets, but found that my pockets were empty, and I couldn't find a coin for making a wish.

At this moment, a hand with distinct bones suddenly stretched out from my side, and a shiny hollow coin was lying on the white skin of his palm.

I glanced sideways at the expressionless Fyodor, but he turned his head away slightly.

After a little hesitation, I reached out and picked out the coin, muttering in a low voice, "Don't think I'll talk to you if you give me money."

"I said I wouldn't talk to Tip for a day, so it must be a full day."

There seemed to be a chuckle coming from the boy's direction, but because he didn't turn his eyes away, I couldn't see his expression clearly for a while.

I pouted, and handed the coin in my hand to Yato.

However, Yato did not go to pick up the coin in my hand, he still had a serious expression on his face, looking me up and down solemnly.

After a while, he suddenly said:

"The curse on you...maybe it's better to untie it."