My Tokusho Life Simulation

"tomorrow?"

Luther was a little surprised.

But after thinking about it, Shaluo of Daqin Temple did have a reason, almost all the holy swords were with them.

The Lord of Truth couldn't hold the ceremony, so he could only sit and wait for them to come to their door.

Even if he can't use the light steel sword, he must seal it to avoid accidents.

"Well, tomorrow, you've come all the way so hard, your physical strength may have reached its limit, right? And it's not just you, the holy sword will also be tired."

"You take advantage of the rare opportunity to hide here and rest well. I will be responsible for maintaining your holy sword. We will set off again tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, Shaluo of Daqin Temple stretched out his hand.

Luther and Fan An looked at each other, and the former handed over the holy sword first.

"Master, what about you?"

Shaluo of Daqin Temple looked at Fan'an.

"Don't call me young master."

Fan An's eyes were full of disgust for this title. He looked at Luther who handed over the holy sword, and could only sigh helplessly.

"Boss, you really haven't thought about it. If Shaluo of Daqin Temple is telling lies, you will die if you hand over the holy sword."

Although he sighed, he finally handed over the holy sword honestly.

"I will not betray you, because from now on, I will also be a betrayer of the Sword of Truth."

Daqin Temple Shaluo, who was holding two holy swords, even though it was a bit strenuous to stand up, but he still spoke seriously.

In the face of interests that are close at hand, no one will be lazy.

Even her.

"So you trust me?"

Luther's voice was still a little surprised.

This journey went so smoothly, and in the end, the swordsman of sound, who was most likely to be the most difficult to deal with, joined them so easily.

Shaluo of Daqin Temple stood beside Luther, her petite head reaching to the bottom of Luther's chest.

In order to maintain the politeness of looking at each other when speaking, Luther could only look down deeply all the time, while Sharo had to look up. .

"After all, my father said that today we must fully trust the guests from foreign lands."

Perhaps feeling a little underestimated, she stood on tiptoe, her voice accentuating the word "foreign land".

"Actually, my father and the former Dark Swordsman have been good friends since a long time ago."

Later, Daqin Temple Shaluo added.

"My father has always trusted your master, and I also believe that my father misunderstood the previous generation of dark swords, so even if there is no such letter as an allusion, I will trust you unconditionally, Wuming."

When the voice fell, Fan An walked to Luther's side and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Don't worry, Boss, Daqin Temple's stunned youths who can only forge swords, once they decide on one thing, they won't look back."

Fanan chose to hand over the holy sword precisely because he knew that the Daqin Temple family could trust him unconditionally after becoming a partner.

"Please teach me more."

Daqin Temple Shaluo bowed with some effort.

At this moment, the swordsman of sound became a companion.

The holy sword in his arms used to be heavy, this bow almost made Daqin Temple Shaluo lose his balance forward.

Before she fell, Luther had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately supported her.

"Thank you."

Sha Luo of Daqin Temple gave an OK gesture, and then said:

"The room should be ready, without further ado, you go and rest first."

"What about you?" Luther asked.

"I adjusted the state of the three holy swords of An, Lei, and Yin to the best and went to rest. I only slept for thirteen hours today, and I am a little sleep-deprived."

Daqin Temple Shaluo spoke righteously, without realizing how lazy her words were.

"Thirteen hours..."

The corners of Fan An's mouth twitched. You know, he and Luther have not rested for nearly 20 hours.

During this period, there has been a high-intensity battle.

When Sha Luo was about to leave, Luther suddenly stopped her.

"and many more."

"Since you want to protect the holy sword, you can't treat one more favorably than another."

He took the Dark Sword from the opponent's arms, swung it lightly, opened the dark space, and all the sealed holy swords fell down.

With another swing of the sword, the invisible chains wrapped around the holy sword emblem suddenly shattered and disappeared, allowing the holy swords that were like broken copper and iron to regain their charm.

"ah..!?"

Daqin Temple Shaluo was stunned.

Time, smoke, fire, water, wind, and earth.

Except for the holy sword of light, almost all the holy swords appeared in front of her.

"This workload will last all night..." the voice of the Swordsman of Sound trembled helplessly.

But the meaning contained in this trembling is more excitement and excitement.

Some people may feel very tired after studying and working all night, but playing games and reading novels all night will feel completely different.

"I will adjust the status of all holy swords as soon as possible."

Although she didn't know why Luther wanted to maintain so many holy swords, she agreed.

For a swordsmith, so many holy swords are too tempting.

"By the way, do you know what the Jindai sisters are doing? I didn't kill them, I just stole the holy sword."

Daqin Temple Shaluo, who was about to leave the reception room, was stopped by Luther again.

"I don't know, but I can be sure that they must not be dead, and the Holy Lord of Truth still has great use in keeping them."

"It is difficult for the two holy swords Shi and Yan to produce a match outside the Jindai family, and only twins can fully exert the power of these two holy swords."

"As long as they are still useful to the sword of truth, they will definitely not die easily. Probably...the Lord of Truth is stalking you."

After finishing speaking, she walked up the aisle with difficulty holding the nine holy swords, and then ran quickly. The dignity and decency of the previous Patriarch disappeared without a trace.

"Hehehe... So many holy swords... It seems that there is no way to be lazy tonight."

"Are you still alive?"

Luther touched his chin, talking to himself.

The Goddai sisters are the best swordsmen of this generation, as long as they are alive, their fighting power will be even higher.

But it is still unknown who will win the deer and who will win.

The repair card leader is a good example.

10 minutes later.Luther was lying on the quilt in the guest room, with his hands on his chest, breathing evenly.

"Boss, is this feeling similar to the school trip of ordinary people?"

Fan An, who was lying on the side, asked.

"Probably." Luther replied casually.

As a swordsman of the sword of truth, life in the outside world exists only in fantasy.

"According to the usual practice, shouldn't teenagers share their secret stories?" Fan An chuckled.

"My secret has already been said." Luther said with a yawn.

"Then let me tell you, Boss, it seems that you really don't care why I want to kill this generation of the Holy Lord of Truth."

Fan An sighed, but the corners of his mouth were already grinning, revealing a smile.

"All of this must start from the Holy Lord of Truth of this generation, that is, my 'father'."

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These two chapters are excessive, and may seem a little watery.

But the next chapter is not too much.

Volume 43: Chapter 40 Chapter [-] Departure

When Fan An was about to continue talking, Luther, who was resting his arms on his head, opened his eyes.

"Stop."

"As I said, I have no interest in your past and experiences."

After the words fell, Luther slowly closed his eyes again.

Fan An could only smile bitterly twice, and said:

"Boss, you are too messed up. Even a drunkard like me understands that there are too many things in my heart for a long time. I have to find a chance to make it clear."

"Otherwise, it's only a matter of time before I'm suffocated."

After that, Fan An waited for a long time, but did not hear Luther's response, only the sound of steady breathing echoed in the dark bedroom.

Luther fell asleep.

"Sorry, boss, I forgot, you are more tired than me."

Looking at Luther who turned around and fell asleep, Fan An could only underestimate a few words in a low voice, turned around and wrapped himself in the quilt, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep.

"Tell me, I've been secretly waiting outside for a long time."

Suddenly, Daqin Temple Shaluo's voice came from outside the door.

"I don't want to tell you, Miss Daqin Temple."

Fan An opened his eyes irritably, and his voice seemed to be tinged with thorns, with a slight sense of targeting.

"Just to correct you a little, I am now the head of the Daqin Temple family."

"so what?"

"Since you are so rude to me, then I will secretly tamper with your holy sword in a while, and let you die first tomorrow, young master of the sword of truth."

"I'm convinced, okay? Don't mess with me. Besides, you might be the first to die tomorrow."

"Actually...the only thing I want to say is, I'm sorry about Elena's matter, if I had been quicker..."

"It's too late to say anything now, and it wasn't you who killed her, it was my father who was admired by everyone."

"...The deaths of the previous generation of swordsmen are almost full of mysteries, not only Elena, but also my father, and Wuming's master."

"Anyway, people are already dead, and the truth has long been meaningless. All I have to do is to avenge Elena, even if my hands will be stained with the blood of Pao Ze."

The two talked quietly through the door.

"Boss' awareness and action are far beyond my reach. In order to accomplish his goal, even if he kills the former Paoze, he will not hesitate at all, even if they will no longer become obstacles on the road..."

Fan An sighed, and the scene of Luther resolutely 'killing' the two swords of wind and earth appeared in front of him.

"...Do you think there is a possibility? In fact, no one was killed."

"Huh? I saw it with my own eyes, okay? You have liked to argue with me since you were a child, and you are still here now?"

"I'm not arguing with you. I just found out the letter left by my father. There is a sentence in the letter that I didn't see at the beginning."

"What?"

"If you are not trusted, don't resist, just wait for the right time in the dark."