Deception and Pursuit / I Told You, You're Surrounded by Me

She had overheard some of the conversation between the other person and their drinking buddies, which consisted mostly of trivial and offensive topics.

Now it seems that we should also add the label of greed.

Scribe paused for a second in response to the man's request, then waved his hand.

"Koinatsu, give it to him."

"Yes, Mister Scribe."

Upon hearing Scribe's words, Koinatsu immediately stepped forward, took out a small cloth bag from her bosom, and tossed it to the man.

"Hehe, thanks. Although I, Kurokawa, am a bit greedy, I am still quite trustworthy as a hunter."

With a swift movement, the man grabbed the cloth bag.

After carefully weighing the implications, a hint of joy flashed across his face.

Just when Koinatsu thought he had been despicable enough, Kurokawa suddenly raised the bag and held it in front of his nose.

He took a deep breath, and a sickly flush appeared on his face.

"Mmm~ It smells so good, and it's even warm."

The perverted actions and words disgusted and disgusted Koinatsu from the bottom of her heart. If Scribe hadn't been beside her, she probably would have slapped him.

"I'm sorry, it's just that this lady smells really good."

After glancing at Koinatsu, Kurokawa slowly stuffed the money pouch into his pocket.

"I heard there's a charcoal shop on the other side of the mountain, run by a kid with a really keen sense of smell. I wonder if that's what you're looking for."

The charcoal seller, the child, has a keen sense of smell.

Several factors overlapped, and the Scribe immediately raised an eyebrow.

"That should be it."

Scribe thought to himself, then looked at the sky outside.

At this moment, the sun had already set behind the other side of the mountain, with only a little sunlight still shining on the silvery white snow.

The wind and snow were howling even more fiercely, and the biting cold was hard to bear even when wrapped in thick clothes.

Looking at Koinatsu beside him, Scribe saw a blush on her face, a result of the cold.

"Rest tonight, we'll set off tomorrow morning."

After paying the bill, Scribe and Koinatsu said something to each other and then left.

After speaking with the Scribe and the others, Kurokawa remained silent.

He stared intently at Koinatsu's retreating figure until she disappeared around the street corner.

He licked his lips, his thick tongue scraping up a large amount of saliva, moistening his lips that had been chapped from the cold.

"Bill, please."

After taking out the money pouch he had just received from the Scribe and the others, Kurokawa paid the bill and headed outside.

The wind and snow blew past, and eventually, his figure disappeared around the street corner.

Chapter 195 Deception, Tracking

"Mister Scribe, that guy, I always feel like there's something strange about him."

Inside the room, Koinatsu remained silent for a while before slowly speaking.

"I really dislike his gaze, especially when he looks at me; it's like he's looking at prey."

"Yes, I know."

Scribe took a sip of the hot tea that Koinatsu had just brewed, and while looking at the snow falling outside the window, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"When we first went in, that guy's eyes had already scanned us several times."

At this point, the Scribe paused for a moment, thinking to himself.

Hopefully, that guy named Kurokawa won't do anything outrageous, otherwise...

Thinking of this, the Scribe's hand was already on the Nichirin Blade at his waist.

Nichirin Blade are indeed powerful weapons used to Demon Slayer, but that doesn't mean they are harmless to humans.

If the Scribe wanted to, he could use even a wooden stick to poke big holes in a human body.

Time passed quickly, night fell, and the sun shone high in the sky.

Kurokawa seemed to have vanished, not appearing all night.

Let's go.

After asking a few people and learning the general route to the other side of the mountain, Scribe and Koinatsu left.

After a night of wind and snow, a considerable layer of white snow appeared on the ground.

Snowflakes clung to the trees along the roadside, adorning them like "pear blossom trees" in winter.

Every now and then, icicles would form on the branches, bending them under their weight.

Sunlight pierced through the icicles, reflecting the colors of a rainbow and projecting onto the distant sky.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen such a scene, Koinatsu couldn't help but smile slightly after witnessing it.

Seeing Koinatsu walking around with a smile on her face, Scribe didn't know what to say.

Anyway, it's still early, so a little delay won't be a big problem.

Crouching down, Koinatsu folded her hands together and gathered a large amount of snow in front of her.

A wisp of white steam escaped from the corner of her mouth. She clasped her hands together and kneaded them a few times to make a snowball.

Following the same method, Koinatsu quickly gathered more than a dozen snowballs into her arms.

"Mister Scribe, let's have a snowball fight!"

Koinatsu walked quickly to Scribe's side, holding a snowball and shaking it with a big smile on her face.

"No, you can play by yourself."

With a slight smile, Scribe waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to play.

Although it wasn't a big deal, the snowball had left a deep impression on him.

"Oh, no, just play with me for a little while."

Seeing that Scribe did not agree, Koinatsu grabbed one of his arms and shook it repeatedly, trying to change his mind.

In the end, unable to resist Koinatsu's insistence, Scribe took a snowball from her bosom.

"If you can do that, I'll play with you."

After saying that, Scribe casually tossed the snowball in his hand, and it flew out in an arc more than ten meters away.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the snowball struck the icicle that had bent the branch, shattering it to pieces.

Seeing this scene, Koinatsu was stunned.

With that level of accuracy and control over force, it seems almost unfair to use it for a snowball fight.

But when you think about the Scribe's amazing strength, everything seems quite reasonable.

In the end, Koinatsu gave up the idea of having a snowball fight with Scribe.

She seeks pleasure, not masochism.

Although Koinatsu was disappointed by the Scribe's refusal for a while, she quickly found new ways to entertain herself.

As he walked, he kept throwing snowballs, which hit the trunks of the surrounding trees.

The impact caused the snow that had been piled up on the branches to fall and scatter.

When the sunlight shines through, it's as if a curtain of white jade beads has been sprinkled across the world, creating a beautiful scene.

Occasionally, Koinatsu would also find some baby birds that had fallen to the ground.

Because their wings are not fully developed, these creatures are unable to fly back to their nests.

The task of sending them back naturally fell to Black Feather.

Last night, the Scribe had arranged for Black Feather to go and investigate beforehand to see if Kurokawa was telling the truth.

However, due to the wind and snow, Black Feather did not get too close before returning.

However, it still brought the Scribe a definite piece of information.

In a corner on the other side of the mountain, there was indeed a small house. Although it was not very clear, the smoke from the chimney indicated that it was inhabited.

Faced with the tasks assigned to it by the Scribe, Black Feather could only accept them helplessly.

To be honest, since I started working for the Scribe, I haven't delivered many messages about ghosts; I've mostly been a messenger and a guide.

Now, they've added the task of "Infant and Toddler Support Ambassador."

After returning the fledgling to its nest, Black Feather suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

With its keen eyesight, the Kasugai Crow clearly spotted the dark shape in the distance to the northeast.

"Northeast! Northeast!"

Black Feather landed on the Scribe's shoulder and told him what she had seen.

"Really? We're almost there."

With a smile, Scribe gently patted Black Feather's head to express his gratitude.

Koinatsu was very happy to hear this and praised Black Feather a few times.

"Since Mister Scribe and this little girl Koinatsu have said so, then I, Black Feather, will reluctantly accept it."

He raised his head proudly, a Black Feather look appearing on his face in a very human-like manner.

Heading northeast, the dark Black Feather had mentioned soon appeared before them.

Just as Kurokawa said before, it was indeed a house.

Although they didn't see anyone, Black Feather and Koinatsu both believed that it was the Kamado family they were looking for.

However, just as Koinatsu took a step, a large hand suddenly grabbed her collar.

"Stop, don't go any further."

Scribe stopped Koinatsu and glanced sideways at the Black Feather on her shoulder.

"You said before that you saw smoke from the chimney last night, right?"

"Yes, that's right, I was sure that wisp of smoke was coming from inside the house."

"We've been scammed."

The moment Black Feather finished speaking, Scribe said calmly.

"That's not the house of the Kamado family at all."

"I've been scammed?!"

Koinatsu's eyes widened, and Black Feather also let out a strange cry.

Taking all factors into account, they simply could not understand why the Scribe would say that.

"To be precise, we were not only scammed, but we were also tracked down."

The voice grew increasingly cold, and Scribe turned around to look behind him.

"Today, I'm afraid someone will die here."

Chapter 196 I told you, you are surrounded by me.

Although I don't know why the Scribe said that, there must be a reason.

Koinatsu's expression instantly turned serious, and a cold glint also flashed in Black Feather's pupils.

"Come out, I've found you."