My Tokusho Life Simulation

Removing the transformation, this is the judgment made by the crown of the holy sword.

With Taidu's current life condition, he could no longer continue to fight.

He rolled his eyes, completely unconscious at the moment.

But he was still forced to stand still, maintaining the movement of holding the sword.

When the Dark Sword was pulled out by Luther, the tall and strong man with a square face fell into the stagnant water.

puff.

Water splashes everywhere.

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Volume 32: Chapter 29 Chapter [-] Thunder Swordsman

evening.

Facing the sunset, Luther stopped under the half-broken neon light box.

He was still wearing the cheap suit.

He raised his head and looked at the light box, and could only see the word "bar" in the blur.

He moved to push open the waist door of the bar, and Luther stepped into it.

Behind him, the bleak wind blows the tumbleweeds, and the barren desert brings a little loneliness.

The soothing jazz came to his ears, and Luther turned his head to look at the high platform. The resident female singer was softly singing songs in other voices.

The scene in the bar can be said to be completely different from the roughness of the outside world.

Dim lighting combined with music brought Luther a rare sense of relaxation.

The drunkards also gathered together silently, drinking the spirits in their cups quietly.

Luther squinted his eyes, and inadvertently cast his gaze on the decadent figure sitting alone in front of the bar and drinking by himself.

The man was dressed like a cowboy in a western story, but instead of a gun at his waist, he wore a thunderous holy sword with a coat of arms.

Luther walked quickly to the bar, and sat beside the decadent figure seemingly casually.

Then he stretched out a finger, casually said to the bartender:

"A glass of milk."

The one-eyed bartender didn't speak, just nodded and wiped the water stains on the glass with a clean towel.

After a while, a cup of warm milk was placed in front of Luther.

Luther picked up the milk, his throat surged, and with tons of swallowing sounds, he raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

Then, he put down his wine glass vigorously with a bang.

This huge sound is so abrupt in the relaxed and soothing jazz, like a letter declaring war.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the drunkards all fell on Luther.

The decadent alcoholic sighed, hiccupped and said, "I don't want to fight you, really."

"But I want to."

Luther spoke calmly, his crimson eyes swept across the audience.

"After killing the Jindai sisters, you have already eliminated the swordsman of fire and the swordsman of water successively. Don't look at me like this, I don't want to die yet."

The Swordsman of Thunder, Fan An, poured a full glass of whiskey while talking.

The ice ball rotates slowly to make the wine taste better after being chilled.

"Then hand over the holy sword. In this case, I have no reason to fight with you."

Listening to Luther's words, a cold light flashed in the decadent Fan An's eyes.

"What if I say no?"

Luther stood up silently, straightened his arms and shook it heavily, and the Holy Sword of Darkness with a dark golden blade broke through the waist door and came into his hands.

In an instant, the drunkards picked up their swords from under their chairs.

The tense atmosphere immediately engulfed the entire bar.

"Put down the sword, and get the hell out of here."

Fan An, whose voice was full of alcohol, shouted loudly.

Hearing this, the swordsmen accepted the order in silence, and exited the bar in an orderly manner.

The bartender was still standing behind the bar, wiping the glass meticulously.

"Now we can have a good chat." Fan An said slowly.

The moment the words fell, the decadence and alcohol smell on Fan An disappeared without a trace, replaced by a lightning-like sharpness.

"Serve him a whiskey and charge it to my account."

"I do not drink."

As Luther said, he put the dark sword and moon into the Juhe device, and sat with the sword.

"Keeping awake at all times is the most suitable for fighting, otherwise, it is very likely to be caught."

"That's a pity."

Fan An shook his head, and brought the glass of whiskey back to him.

He asked again, "Do you want tea?"

"can."

Luther nodded.

"Give this little brother a cup of Long Island iced tea, and charge it to me."

A glass of cocktail was placed in front of Luther. He lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and said:

"I thought you would serve me a cup of oolong tea."

Ninety percent of the eaux-de-vie, plus one percent of the whiskey dye, is oolong tea.

And as Luther knew, Long Island Iced Tea wasn't tea at all.

Fan An returned to the appearance of that drunkard again, and said with a drunken smile:

"Hey, it's best to drink when talking about things, don't be so confused."

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two is very strange.

The feeling that the swords were on the verge of breaking out and that a fight could be fought at any time had already disappeared with the departure of the swordsmen.

"Fan An, your branch of the Sword of Truth really opened my eyes."

Luther said so.

"Knowledge is not like alcohol, which can make people escape from unbearable memories."

Fan An chuckled nonchalantly, and his decadent gaze immediately turned to the Long Island iced tea in front of Luther.

"Take it away, you ordered it for yourself from the very beginning."

"Hey, that's true."

Listening to the soft jazz, the scene of an hour ago appeared before Luther's eyes.

He defeated Taidu, the swordsman of water, sealed the holy sword of water, took away the fantasy drive book, and swung the butcher knife mercilessly, making it disappear without a trace in the dense darkness.

After that, Luther passed through the door of the book in the Water City branch and came to the jurisdiction of the next victim in his plan, the Swordsman of Thunder.

—Drathers.

When he first entered Delasses, when Luther was about to repeat his old tricks, he suddenly received a text message from an unknown source.

The signer of the text message is Fan An, Swordsman of Thunder.

It said that he had something to discuss with him, but the two of them had to put on a play first, to disperse the idlers who might leak the news.

A glass of milk is not an act of imitating a classic song, but a secret sign of agreement.

"I don't like going around in circles. You'd better summarize it in ten sentences."

Luther took a sip of the ice water offered by the bartender, and his tone was colder than the cup in his hand.

"Okay, okay, I'll pick the key points."

Fan An shrugged, and had no prejudice against the young man's impatience.

"Your goal is the Lord of Truth, right?" he asked.

"Yes." Luther nodded slightly.

"In this case, our purpose is the same."

Fan An put down his wine glass, looked at the golden wine, and seemed to recall the painful and unbearable past memories.

His expression was distorted by anger and other negative emotions into a crazy look.

"Although I don't know what you want, what I want is to kill the Lord of Truth. I have been waiting for such a suitable day for a long, long time."

Click.

The glass shattered, sharp fragments pierced Fan An's palm, and drops of blood slid down the bar.

"Although our interests are not the same, at least they are somewhat similar, aren't they?"

After crushing the wine glass abruptly, Fan An showed a friendly smile.

"Shiguojian and Yanruijian, the number one lackeys of the Holy Lord of Truth, have long since died in your hands, and you have even eliminated Huoyanjian and Liushuijian successively."

"The holy sword user of the sword of light has only recently died in battle, and the light steel sword has not yet been succeeded by a new generation."

"Up to now, there are only five of the ten holy sword envoys left, no, if you and I are excluded, there are only three."

"Earth, sound, wind."

"A good opportunity like this is hard to find in the ages."

The moment the voice fell, the friendly smile suddenly turned into a hateful grin.

skirt~

Volume 33: Chapter 30 Chapter [-] Becoming a Companion

Luther fell into silence. For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether the essence of Fan An was decadence or this madness.

"I can tell you the reason why I want to kill the Lord of Truth, but this story is not very interesting, what, want to hear it?"

Fan An said so.

"I am not interested."

Luther stood up and shook his head.

He has never been interested in what Fan An is carrying, the unseen bitterness and deep hatred, and the reasons why he paralyzed himself with alcohol.

All Luther wants now is to defeat the Lord of Truth.

And what Fan An said before is correct, at least in the face of this stake, what they want is similar.

can travel together.

But it is still inevitable to play a game.

"I just don't want to say it."

Seeing Luther's disinterested expression, Fan An still kept his mouth shut.

"If I said that, it was not I who betrayed the sword of truth, but the Lord of Truth, would you believe it?"

Pushing open the waist door, Luther who walked out of the bar spoke calmly.

"I think it's possible." Fan An laughed dryly.

The two, one in front and the other in the back, walked tacitly and quickly until they stepped into the wilderness filled with yellow sand.