the world

As night fell, street lights were lit up on the street. This street light was just replaced a few days ago. It was more energy-efficient and brighter than the previous generation of light bulbs. Two strings of beads were connected on both sides of the street, illuminating the street brighter and also It looks more lively.

However, this street is already very lively. The tram passes through the middle of the street, and the pedestrians on both sides avoid the tram tracks consciously. exposed on the podium.

A female student wearing a small sleeve and a hakama skirt and a female student wearing a foreign suit and a foreign cap walk together. Even though their clothing is completely opposite in style, their feet are wearing the same brown leather shoes. He was chatting casually about the school and nearby anecdotes.

"Recently, a new cafe opened on the street, shall we go there together during the holiday tomorrow?"

"I'd rather go to the ball and dance than all the brioche and coffee."

"Hmph, the writer you like often goes to that coffee shop recently, don't you want to meet her?"

"Eh??! How do you know he's there?!"

"Our classmate Yizi works as a maid there, she told me."

"It's that poor Yizi. She is the only one in our class who has to work part-time to support her studies, and her family has never even held a dance. But since she took the initiative to show her kindness, we will take it with her from now on. Let her play."

Taki Wakaba put the coffee cup in his hand to his mouth, and took a sip slowly. Across the street is a bookstore and a dessert shop, both of which are newly built Western-style buildings. The signboard and interior decoration are a combination of Japanese and Western styles. Most of the clerks wear traditional kimonos. , and put on a foreign-style lace apron.

The coffee shop she is in is completely Western-style. Most of the people sitting in the shop are Japanese, and there are a small number of foreigners. Most of them have a cup of coffee and sandwiches, holding a freshly bought newspaper.

The owner of this store is a foreigner, so many Japanese feel that it is authentic and express their preference for this store. In Taki Wakaba's mouth, the authentic British taste is not as delicious as the fusion flavor of later generations.

Taki Wakaba put the newspaper she had just read under the coffee cup. The Taisho Era, which was about a thousand years away from the Heian Era, was almost the same as the history books she learned in the previous world.

Taki Wakaba once thought about swapping the identities of himself and Oni Wu Tsuji. If he was the most powerful ghost king in the world, and he had something precious to look for, he would naturally use his full strength.

"If Wu Mi is still alive, with the power of the ghost king, wouldn't he be able to rule Japan for a thousand years?" Taki Ruoye added some sugar cubes to the coffee.

It took Taki Wakaba more than 20 years to destroy the Ashikaga Shogunate, open up the Taki Shogunate, and become the ruler of Japan.Oni Wu Tsuji is the ancestor of oni, and has the ability to cultivate relatives, so he has not destroyed the order of the human world until now?No, think about the ability and intelligence of Onimai Tsuji, to be honest, he is not smart, and his actions in the Heian era were always easy for her to figure out, maybe it's just because he can't do such things , and don't worry about handing it over to others.

Women's costumes on the street are different, but Taki Wakaba's maiden costume is really eye-catching. Her natural long black hair and unadorned clothes without any Western elements make her look like a Traditional women who are too old-fashioned are average.

"Would you like another drink?" There was a man sitting opposite Taki Wakaba. He wore a hat on his head, a pair of gold-rimmed round eyes on his face, and he was wearing a dark blue kimono with a light gray outer cover. Haori, wearing a pair of clogs.

Got accosted.

"No need." Taki Ruoye shook his head and rejected him.

"Can I draw a portrait of you? I mean, you are so—so pretty." An English word popped out of his mouth, "I have been studying art in the UK before, and I just came back today In my hometown, I only know that the country is developing so fast after seeing it with my own eyes, but even women have lost their gentle and reserved beauty before. In public, you are as ancient and beautiful as a Japanese doll—you know, many American and British soldiers are the most beautiful. That's what I like, you have to let them know what the real EastAsianbeauty is."

Taki Wakaba sighed calmly, the man in front of her had already been rated as Chanyuan Naoya No. [-] by her, he didn't care about Taki Wakaba's reaction, he excitedly opened the notebook and prepared to sketch.

"What university did you graduate from?"

Since he insisted on inlaying gold on his teeth, Taki Ruoye might as well use him to pass the time.

She reached out and took the sketchbook of the man opposite, and spit out a sentence in English to him.

"..." The man on the opposite side fell into a moment of stupor, probably because he didn't expect that the traditional and beautiful lady in front of him could speak fluent English.

Taki Wakaba picked up the pen refill that the man had just broken off on the table, and daubed it on the paper. Her eyes did not stare at the canvas, but at the man opposite: "What a coincidence, I also came back from studying in England. of."

Anyway, computer technology is far from being that developed, so Taki Wakaba just spouted nonsense.

"...That's really a coincidence! I was showing off!" The man said after being embarrassed, "No wonder you have such a temperament, miss. You can read poetry and books at first sight. I graduated from the Royal College of Art, I don't know Miss you?"

"It's amazing. It's the Royal Academy of Arts. Are you developing into design?"

Taki Wakaba's exclamation is not polite. The Royal Academy of Art is the top art academy in the UK. It is especially famous in design, and you can't just rely on money to get in.

"When I mentioned the Royal Academy of Art, my family members only knew that it was probably very powerful. You really know about it." The man was enthusiastic about meeting his peers. He took out his graduation certificate and other works from his bag, Handed it to Taki Wakaba.

It turned out that the certificate of this era looked like this. Taki Wakaba copied its content and style in his mind, looked away, and returned the paper in his hand to him.

The man glanced suspiciously, then froze, with complicated emotions, in such a short period of time, he would never be able to draw such a smart sketch while taking care of chatting.

Her level is far above her own.

He didn't feel offended by being painted without his permission, Taki Ruoye stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you are quite pretty."

Since the other party wants to copy her because of her beauty, Taki Ruoye doesn't mind returning this enthusiasm.

She walked out of the coffee shop, "Let's get to know this world first? Perhaps both ghosts and opposing forces are hidden in the dark side of this world."

Taki Wakaba counted the banknotes exchanged for gold, walked into a clothing store, changed into a popular kimono style, and went to a stationery store to buy some painting utensils.

Anyway, the man was so generous to let her see the appearance of the certificate. She just swiped a brush and drew the exact same graduation certificate, changed her name, and then shook out the paper.

Due to the control of swords in the Taisho era, Taki Wakaba was not easy to carry, so it had to be buried in the ground like the previous world.Now that the strength of the opponent is unknown, it is better for her to prepare a weapon.

So Taki Wakaba didn't stop writing, and took a brand new piece of white paper to continue painting.

In terms of swords, the ones drawn are definitely not as good as the Tiancongyun sword and the demon sword Nileech she used, but it is better to use those hot weapons she has seen in modern times.

M1911A1 Colt, Southern Type 14, Mauser M1898, Garand M1, another Gatling, and plenty of ammo.

Taki Wakaba flipped through the drawings copied in his mind, and drew them one by one.After drawing, a stack of paper was stuffed into the interlayer on the chest of the kimono.

The next step is to find a job, otherwise the money at hand will be spent sooner or later, and there is no way to carry out investigation activities.

If Taki Ruoye is willing, she can catch a rich businessman and make a fortune like she did to deceive Mr. Ito before, but there is no need for this now.

Taki Wakaba looked at herself in the mirror, her long hair was tied into a ponytail and tied behind her head, decorated with a blue long-tailed solid-color bow, she wore a red sleeve with arrow feather pattern on her upper body, and a blue hakama skirt on her lower body , under the black stockings is a pair of brown mid-heel leather boots, this kind of dress is no longer prominent, and there is no longer a sense of separation from this era.

This is the Taisho era, Taki Wakaba sighed, and walked into a newspaper office, which was the publishing house of the newspaper Taki Wakaba read today, and the entire first page had an advertisement for a new foreign shampoo.

A painter who has returned from studying abroad at the Royal Academy of Art in the UK, this identity is popular enough, and even once it is brought out, it will be sought after by people.

Taki Wakaba originally only wanted to get a freelance position as an illustration contributor in the newspaper, but unexpectedly, after the interview, he was directly finalized by the editor, expressing the hope that Taki Wakaba could provide long-term contributions in accordance with the requirements of the newspaper and serve as part of the work of art editors.

Although the academic qualifications are fake, Taki Wakaba's knowledge is real, coupled with the 100-year-leading thinking and art accepted in modern times, showing outstanding aesthetic and artistic concepts.

In the Taisho era, many painters and writers were born from the bottom, but Taki Wakaha became one of them at this time, drawing illustrations for writers who serialized articles in newspapers.

Taki Wakaba signed the contract and continued to wander the streets, getting into the dark alleys, trying to fish, but only hooligans and conscientious patrolmen were attracted.

"It's too dangerous for a girl to be outside at such a late hour. Hurry up and go home! Where is your home, I'll take you back."

After tidying up his hat and moving his belt with a pistol in his air, the patrolman blushed and looked at Taki Wakaba.