Sorry, I'm Late Getting Back / Yushiro Ruined a Good Thing

Although his eyes were very bright, he gave off a very energetic feeling.

However, it must be said that the Scribe looks rather pathetic right now.

The addition of a Nichirin Blade at his waist further added to the strange and eerie feeling he exuded.

If the Scribe had charged over brandishing his Nichirin Blade and yelling, he might have been mistaken for a savage and killed by these people.

"Tsk, I forgot about that."

Clicking his tongue, the Scribe showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

These days, he has been "traveling around and enjoying himself," and has indeed been having a very comfortable time.

When they were hungry, they would pick some wild fruits to eat, and when they were thirsty, they would drink some sweet mountain spring water.

With the sky as my blanket and the earth as my bed, the sky is vast and the earth is boundless, where can I not go?

The cost of doing this was that the Scribe's clothes were quickly worn out and turned into strips of cloth.

Ultimately, he became what he is now.

"Ahem, well, can I talk to you about something?"

The Scribe beckoned, signaling the guards to come closer.

"Um, I'm short on cash right now. Can you lend me some first? I'll pay you back double when I have the money, how about that?"

Although the Scribe's words were tempting and the rewards he offered were irresistible, given his current situation, it was difficult for him to be convincing.

After listening, the guard didn't say anything, but just glanced at him.

Finally, a hint of mockery and ridicule flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, you just wait, next one."

The guard shooed the Scribe aside and spoke to the person behind him.

"It's your turn, hurry up."

Seeing that the guards did not agree, the Scribe was also quite helpless.

Although his approach was somewhat inhumane, and could even be described as condescending, it was generally in accordance with procedure.

After all, as a gatekeeper, my job is to prevent any suspicious people from getting in.

If it were the Scribe himself, he would most likely have done the same.

With a helpless shrug, the Scribe had no choice but to leave the place for the time being.

Since we can't get in, we can only resort to some primitive methods.

They found a nearby forest and, Scribe the river, walked upstream.

On his way, he also picked some leaves.

Upon reaching the upstream area, he took off his tattered clothes and quickly washed off the grime.

Use absorbent leaves to dry the clothes, and then wash them.

A campfire was lit to dry the clothes, and the Scribe also found some herbs that could be used to make them smell nice.

After simple extrusion and grinding, it becomes a portable "semi-solid, semi-liquid" perfume.

Chapter 174 Sorry I'm late

While the Scribe was standing downstairs, a woman was looking out at the moon from the window of the room on the top floor.

The orange-yellow firelight shone on her face, making her beautiful features even more captivating.

However, there was not a trace of a smile on her face.

She was none other than Tamayo, who had been separated from the Scribe for a long time.

After gazing at the distant moon for a while, Tamayo walked to the window and opened it.

A cold wind blew into the room, and the slight chill brought Tamayo's attention back to the table in front of her.

At this moment, there are three thick notebooks on the table.

All three notebooks were very clean and tidy, but there were some subtle differences.

The top one looks the most formal, and the title on the cover is "Company Recent Situation Summary - 14".

Clearly, this notebook was used to compile summaries of company-related matters and situations.

Opening her notebook, Tamayo, by the light of the fire, quickly organized the notes she needed to write.

The second notebook, on the other hand, seemed rather casual, with many slips of paper or stickers tucked inside.

A quick glance reveals that this is a compilation of information on drugs and medicine.

Although there is a lot of content inside, it has been organized by Tamayo.

If a medical student gets their hands on this book, they'll be amazed after just a few glances.

It contains not only the herbs that the Scribe and Tamayo have collected over the past few hundred years, along with their corresponding effects, processing methods, and usage instructions.

Many more, however, are unknown to the world but suffer from serious illnesses.

Regarding these diseases, the Scribe and Tamayo also noted the corresponding measures.

This book can be described as a comprehensive work that integrates hundreds of years of pharmaceutical knowledge.

Picking up the pen, Tamayo hesitated for a moment, but still didn't write anything.

The Scribe left behind many things before she left; all she did was organize them.

Although new uses and types of herbs have been discovered over the years, only a small portion of the new ones have been added.

As for the last notebook, it was the most severely worn.

It's clear that Tamayo frequently reads it.

Its contents are also somewhat different from the previous two notebooks; it is a diary.

It is Tamayo's diary.

Tamayo developed the habit of writing a diary a long, long time ago.

Record the villages and towns you and Scribe have visited, the difficult problems you and Scribe have solved, and the things you and Scribe have eaten, seen, and encountered.

But since he left, this so-called diary has become somewhat dull and boring.

The things I experience every day are pretty much the same, mostly the same.

Sometimes, Tamayo would even wonder if she should give up everything and go to the Scribe.

But after thinking about it again, I gave up on the idea.

Although he doesn't particularly enjoy interacting with humans, he has personally watched this company grow into a large enterprise.

She also found it hard to let go of the situation if she were to abandon it.

Moreover, what would happen to Yushiro Koume Gyutaro I left?

For various reasons, she still did not leave.

Tamayo opened the diary and didn't say anything, but quietly scanned each page.

When she looked ahead, a slight smile appeared on her perpetually pretty face.

Every now and then, she would cover her mouth and chuckle softly, the smile lingering in her eyes.

If her subordinates saw that their aloof female boss actually had such a face, they would probably be shocked.

After flipping through the pages for a while, Tamayo's smile suddenly disappeared.

This was the time when the Scribe left.

During this period, she started flipping through the pages faster and faster.

They can read five lines at a glance, ten lines at a glance, or even a whole sheet of paper in just one second.

Later on, they would flip through three, five, or even ten sheets of paper at once.

Until she turned to a blank sheet of paper.

With a sigh, Tamayo picked up the pen she had put down long ago and began writing again tonight.

Taisho...

Weather...

Today...

Tamayo wrote very little, so little that it could be summarized in just a few lines.

Two minutes later, she put down her pen and turned to the last page of her diary.

In the fold of the last page, there was a painting.

The drawing depicts the smiling Scribe and Tamayo.

The Scribe, with a smile on his face, had his arm around Tamayo's shoulder, while Tamayo's face was slightly flushed, as if she was a little embarrassed.

Although it's just a static object, when Tamayo touched it with her fingers, she could still feel a trace of the original sensation.

This happened shortly after she broke free from Muzan's control. At that time, she and Scribe were passing through a small town when they encountered a wandering painter.

At that time, the painter was basically on the verge of death.

Let alone painting, even taking a breath is more inhaling than exhaling.

Fortunately, through their own efforts and those of the Scribe, they finally managed to save him.

After saving the painter's life, he said with some shame that he did not have enough money to pay for the medical expenses.

But he was willing to work odd jobs, even lay bricks, and try every possible way to pay off the debt.

Of course, he made one plea: not to be forced to sell his paints to pay off his debts.

Faced with the painter's worries, the Scribe at the time simply smiled.

In the end, he only asked the painter to paint a portrait of himself and Tamayo.

This is the original version of the current picture.

The original paintings from back then have long since turned into a pile of waste paper due to the passage of time.

Fortunately, it has been able to exist in this form.

"Come to think of it, this is the only one that I and the Scribe have."

A tear glistened in her slightly sorrowful eyes, and a faint look of melancholy settled on Tamayo's face.

These years have passed, I wonder how the Scribe is doing.

Although she knew her worries were unnecessary and believed in her beloved's abilities, this concern was unrelated to anything else; it was simply a heartfelt longing.

I don't know when I'll be able to meet you again.

Just as her nose started to sting and she was about to burst into tears, a crisp tapping sound suddenly rang out.

"Beautiful lady, be careful of thieves if you leave your windows open at night."

Although she hadn't heard that voice for many years, the familiar feeling in her heart instantly made Tamayo realize who it was.

She quickly looked up and saw the man sitting by the window, quietly watching her.

Her smile, as always, still felt so familiar.

"Sorry I'm late."

Chapter 175 Yushiro ruined the good thing.

Looking at the Scribe suddenly appeared in front of her, Tamayo felt that everything was so unreal.

If this is Demon Blood Art, then she even hopes this period can be longer.

His tone, intonation, and everything else were just too similar.

But Tamayo knew it was all true.

She covered her mouth, and large tears began to slowly fall down her cheeks.