“Hello.”
Arias said unhappily, “Open the door!”
But Ei Kishimoto didn’t want to say anything more and was about to untie his robe as he walked away.
Arias was not really stupid, and at this point, of course, he understood that the old man’s intentions were impure, and a glint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
“Humans, indeed, are stupid and filthy creatures.” She spoke.
Only she wasn’t speaking Eastern Japanese, but a language that sounded extremely ancient and mysterious.
Hearing it just once, Ying Kishimoto suddenly froze all over.
It was a language that he could not understand what it meant, but he had heard it before, from that worshipper of Iki Shrine.
It was the language that belonged to the gods.
“Impossible!”
He shook his head.
How could a young girl with black hair and black pupils be a member of the Gods’ clan?
He understood too well the weight of the Gods’ clan, even if one was not as strong as him, he would still have to offer it up like a grandfather, who let them have a noble bloodline?
“You are guilty.”
Arias lifted his head.
Those eyes were no longer black pupils, but a pale, ghostly blue.
Ying Kishimoto’s whole body was trembling and he took a step back, panic and disorientation in his eyes.
Unnerved!
Fear!
He gulped and took a step back.
These were the eyes of the Gods One.
He wouldn’t have remembered it wrong, even if he had been blind.
With a poof, he fell to his knees, kneeling before this Arias, who was obviously petite and lovely, but who was at that moment like a goddess on high, and prostrating himself, Kishimoto Ei trembled and said, “I have sinned, sinned.”
Arias’ indifferent face did not show the slightest expression.
She raised her hand, and a blue light gathered, and Kishimoto felt an infinite aura of death, but he did not dare to struggle, and could only prostrate and tremble, because what he felt was that the Arias before him was unexpectedly powerful.
But.
Arias suddenly frowned and looked to one side.
A cold grunt followed.
The figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
Kishimoto Ying did not dare to look up and waited for a while, but only after nothing moved did he raise his head cautiously.
Gone.
He lowered his head, cold sweat flowing continuously.
But inwardly there was a sigh of relief.
But it was in the next second that his heart lifted again.
For Valak appeared in front of him, together with the twins.
“My lord.”
Kishimoto Ei’s forehead was pressed against the ground and he cried out cautiously, while being nervous as hell, afraid that Valak would know what had just happened.
“Kishimoto-ei, you seem nervous.” Varak asked with a cough.
Not daring to look up, Ying Kishimoto said, “Greetings, my lord.”
Valak waved his hand, and after a glance around, said, “Go away.”
The twins nodded.
Eyes indifferent to Ying Kishimoto, he said, “Keep your head up.”
How dare Ying Kishimoto keep his head down? He carefully lifted his head and looked at the identical two men, his heart apprehensive, while his face struggled to remain calm.
“Where did she go.” The twin spoke up and asked.
Kishimoto Ei knew that she was the girl from earlier, and his lips quivered as he said, “My subordinate does not know.”
The twins glanced at Varak.
The latter bent around the room and after a moment he looked at Kishimoto-ei and spoke slowly, “Kishimoto-ei, you have a lot of nerve.”
Ying Kishimoto knew that what had just happened was exposed.
He hurriedly kowtowed and panicked, “My lord, my subordinate was impulsive, moreover, I feel that I do not know the identity of that lady, I beg your lordship to spare my life.”
“I felt her anger.”
Valak said indifferently.
Ying Kishimoto was on the verge of tears.
His forehead was knocking blood as he said, “My subordinate knows my crime.”
Valak said indifferently, “You and I have known each other for decades, I don’t want to kill you.”
Kishimoto Ying burst into a flurry of excitement.
But Varak’s next words caused him to tremble again, “Cut yourself.”
Cut yourself!
Kishimoto Ei had never imagined that this would be his fate, nor could he have imagined that his decades-long friendship with Valak would be so indifferent, that a mere expression of desire would result in such a fate!
The twins looked on indifferently.
In his eyes, Kishimoto Ei lived as a mole, and if a mole dared to desecrate the Goddess, the only way out was death!
The room was terribly quiet for a moment.
He got up trembling and went to the side where three swords lay.
He picked up the swords, but hesitated to strike, closing his eyes and saying, “My lord, my man, Kishimoto River, should also be killed.”
Valak said indifferently, “He is dead, but I wonder who did it.”
Kishimoto Ei was in a trance, the fear he had felt before he died sobering him up a little more, and suddenly it seemed like a conspiracy, but at this point, he didn’t have the heart to guess, and said, “My lord, Kishimoto won him.”
He wanted to beg Valak to be able to take care of a few things later.
But Varak said, “Dead, too.”
Kishimoto’s eyes went black and he nearly fainted, a pang of grief on his face.
He knew now that this was definitely a conspiracy.
Who was it?
He gritted his teeth.
Instinctively, he thought of Qin Hai again.
And the words of Galji, Qin Hai will always strike when you are not expecting it.
In this case, it was now.
How could he not have expected it.
Of course, he couldn’t be sure, he just went on to suspect, but there was no point in suspecting now, drawing his sword, he closed his eyes and said bitterly, “I, Kishimoto Ei, have worked diligently for the clan of the gods, but I never thought that I would end up with a broken family!”
“Blame it on the fact that you dared to desecrate the Goddess.” Valak said indifferently.
Ying Kishimoto grew sadder and sadder.
I haven’t even done it yet!
Just a little bit of it!
There should be a chance for redemption! But! One still has to cut oneself off to expunge one’s crime!
The Gods!
It is not too unkind.
Yes, they are not human.
Ying Kishimoto wanted to cry, but couldn’t.
He was now extremely resentful, resentful of the mastermind of it all, resentful of the Valak before him.
But he did not have the guts to resist.
Gripping the knife, he gritted his teeth and casually stabbed it into his abdomen, the excruciating pain making him hideous as he gritted his teeth and slashed the knife, and the wounds in his abdomen grew larger.
There was something to be said for harakiri that too.
A man of Ying Kishimoto’s status would be sorry for his status if he didn’t cut out a cross.
Moreover, harakiri is a last act of dignity.
The other three people in the room looked indifferent; Kishimoto Ei’s hara-kiri really did not enter their eyes, and Valak coughed, then said indifferently, “No more delay.”
The twins nodded and said, “Let’s go.”
Varak then snapped his fingers and soon a blue chi struck into Ying Kishimoto’s brain.
Ying Kishimoto’s whole body stiffened for a moment, and his eyes were filled with resentment and resentment, but he had no more breath of life left.
The last such bit of dignity of death was trampled on.
Kishimoto Hidetoshi could not die in peace!
