250 On the eve of the curtain

Jen was moving her hand in unrest.

The sweat on my forehead is like a ball, because I have been exposed to the heat for a long time. However, the amount of enemies that were coming was enormous, and they didn't even give Jen time to wipe his sweat.

"New recruit, we're adding more! Don't be afraid!"

Yes, my lord!

There was a large amount of potatoes piled up on top of the rampart that was rampantly placed to block Jen's sight.

A pile of freshly steamed potatoes. This task was given to Jin to peel a large amount of potatoes.

And early in the month on every continent. Inside the phantom funeral shogun who finally grew up at the end of the East Benzai run, Jen was completely peeled of potatoes.

Of course, the purpose of fantasy seed crusade and capture of mind equipment was not always advanced, but there was no impatience with Jen. I didn't think that I would be able to do anything about it in January or February.

More than anything...

"You don't have to look at the faces of the users." This one point alone is enough to get rid of all my grievances. "

Jen laughed as she tried to shake her throat. The smile was a little hypocritical, but there was no lying about what he said. After accepting his position properly, Jen enjoyed life outside the island.

The fact that I left the Imperial Sword Household, the fact that I made a difference with my brother, and a lot of thoughts about them, that's why I don't have the delicacy of nostalgia and tears of the past.

While the past is held in the heart as the past, there is no time to lose to enjoy the present. Mitsuhito was a man who could do it quite naturally.

Besides, I think Jin.

Although it is difficult to process potatoes that will never decrease no matter how much they are peeled, it is unlikely that the cadets will be forced to do it due to Date or drunkenness.

It is not only Ren who is engaged in the peeling work, but also new recruits who joined Shishi at the same time as or after Ren. And those who came to hear the reputation of the ascetics of the funeral.

Those who want to make a name for themselves by fighting for the fantasy seeds, those who want revenge for being burned down by the fantasy seeds, and those who just come out in trouble to eat. Some of them, like Jin, must have holed up to probe into the intel of the phantom burial.

Imposing physically demanding chores on such miscellaneous newcomers is a sort of sieve.

In fact, the days that came, and the days that came, could not endure the life of peeling, and many voiced their dissatisfaction. "Let's fight the fantasy species!" "Some people ate from the ancient cadets."

No matter how strong their willpower or abilities, those who are intolerant will be detrimental to collective action. An unexpected battle group of Shinobi will be imposing an endless peel to bring these people to light.

At least that's what Jen thought. That's why she didn't complain at all and peeled the potatoes every day.

Of course, I have not forgotten to find a short time to exchange words with those around me and gather information by walking through the realm. There were only three other demons, especially those who could use their guards.

As for Ren, she also wanted to speak immediately, but she was at the pinnacle of the cultivators, and she was not the one to whom the newcomer could be calmly called. If you dare to do that, you will stand out evil.

Ren is connected to the Sang's clan who has taken revenge on the demon tribe. Jen herself thinks that when she left the Imperial Sword Household, her relationship with Mr. Fang Sang was cut off, but she is not optimistic enough to think that the reasoning will be understood by the other party. From the perspective of the demonic race, Ren is still a human being of Mr. Fang Sang, and if the identity is known, it is likely to be eliminated.

Therefore, it is necessary to avoid prominent imitation as much as possible - Jen thought so and put herself in contact with the instrument at present.

However, there was another reason for this self-weight, and Jen was not impressed by the strength of the three.

At one point, Jen saw the battle of the Heartguard defeating the monsters that had attacked her faction.

At that time, the use of my mind was indeed strong. It would be impossible for Jin to stand up against me now.

However, its strength was merely a push using the power of the Heart Equipment, and it did not make me feel the strangeness of the sword technique. For Jen, who wanted a sword skill that exceeded the Nakamura formula, the Heart Instructor in this faction was not the one who wanted to reach out to him at risk.

Incidentally, the same thing happened to the demon tribe other than the Heart Instrument user in the sense of pushing with force. If there was no such thing as a sword technique in the Yakitan clan, Jen would twist her neck.

If so, it would be a good place to go out of expectation. Of course, even after deducting that fact, the power of heart guarding was attractive. While thinking so, Nien flicked her mouth.

"Well, it's still too early to decide." According to my master, even if you say "phantom burial masters" in one sip, it seems to be divided into several groups. "

The camp where Jen is now is not all of the phantom burial masters. The next group to be rendezvous had many powerful cultivators, and it was they who took down two of the three fantasy species that had been crushed earlier.

You might have a real swordsman that Jin can respect.

"At least, you have to be a swordsman beyond your brother." Thinking of that, I feel that the ideal is a little too high, but let's hope that the two fantasy species have been crushed. "

Having said that, Nihil laughed.

She wore a headscarf and peeled off the potatoes on one hand of the knife, but it was not like that at all.

Three days from now, the faction to which Goten belongs will rendezvous with the most powerful clan of the demon tribe, the Godless Clan.

Therefore, Jen dropped her head (like this) on a warrior and said, "Please let me call you master!" But Jen hadn't realized the imminent fate yet. "