"The smell of blood is so strong."
Other soldiers in the garrison rushed over after hearing the gunshot.
His figure was obscured by the blood mist, and the Scribe was not discovered at first.
But soon, more and more people gathered here.
Amidst the various chaotic discussions, the Scribe sensed the presence of a ghost.
But the next second, it disappeared.
Within seconds, the demonic aura in the camp vanished rapidly.
"They escaped? Nakime must have taken them away."
With a furrowed brow, the Scribe considered this possibility.
Besides this, he didn't think the ghosts had any other way to get rid of a large number of ghosts in a short time.
He deliberately made a big scene in the hopes of attracting as many ghosts as possible and capturing them all at once.
But the Scribe did not expect that even here, Nakime could control the Infinity Castle to take them away.
In the original story, she was chosen as Upper Rank Four only after the last three Upper Rank died.
But now it seems that Nakime has already reached the strength of Upper Rank, and is even stronger than in the original story.
"Tsk"
Gritting his teeth, Scribe felt a bit tricky.
As soon as I arrived, they ran away and hid in the Infinity Castle.
If we continue to use this guerrilla-style tactic, we really don't have any good countermeasures.
However, all of this is based on one premise.
The Scribe cannot enter the Infinity Castle.
Or rather, the Scribe doesn't know when Nakime will open the gates of the Infinity Castle.
Once he knows when he will appear, given his speed, Nakime might not have time to react and close the door.
Coincidentally, the Scribe did indeed know.
"After all this time, I still have to go back to the Demon Slayer Corps."
With a sigh, the Scribe's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
After the blood mist dissipated, the arriving soldiers searched the area but found no trace of the intruders.
Ultimately, the matter was dropped.
When Ayu realized the soldiers hadn't caught the intruder, he fell into a long silence.
Meanwhile, the Scribe, having left the base, embarked on the road to the Demon Slayer Corps Base.
After several days, he finally arrived at his destination.
As soon as I stepped onto the hilltop, I felt that someone was watching me.
"Come out."
Turning to look at the bushes beside him, Scribe smiled faintly.
"It's been a long time since we last met, Sabito, Makomo."
"Who are you? How do you know our names?"
A puzzled boy's voice rang out, and then two figures emerged from the bushes.
The boy among the two had medium-length, flesh-colored hair and a scar on the corner of his mouth.
The girl standing next to him had medium-length dark green hair, and a hint of doubt flashed in her light green eyes.
Each of them wore a fox mask, which appeared to be handmade.
"Don't you recognize me? Well, that makes sense, since my appearance is different from before."
Scribe touched his face, shrugged, and continued walking up the mountain.
"Urokodaki Sakonji, Mt. Sagiri, the Water Breathing."
The two who were about to chase after him immediately showed a look of shock on their faces when they heard this.
Without prior arrangement, the image of a man appeared in both of their minds.
"The Mister Scribe?!"
He blurted it out, but the Scribe had already disappeared.
Seeing this, Sabito and Makomo quickly gave chase.
We found the Scribe a few hundred meters away.
Judging from his relaxed demeanor, it seemed he had expected them to catch up.
"Is it really you, sir?"
Sabito's voice trembled slightly, and tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Makomo didn't say anything, but she was already secretly wiping away tears.
They never imagined that they would see the Scribe again.
"If it wasn't me, then who was it?"
Stepping forward, the Scribe gently flicked the foreheads of the two of them.
"Come on, it's been a long time since I've been back. Show me around."
After saying that, the Scribe turned around again and walked up the mountain.
The boy and girl fell silent as they watched him walk away.
They detected a faint sadness in those seemingly casual words.
Chapter 569 The Dying Ubuyashiki Kagaya
Scribe again, but neither Sabito nor Makomo spoke.
The two simply followed the Scribe silently until they reached the camp.
"What's wrong with you two? Something's not right."
Turning around, the Scribe glanced at them helplessly and sighed.
"Especially you, Makomo, you used to love asking me questions."
"I..."
Makomo wanted to say something, but a look of struggle appeared on her face.
"Just say what you want to say, or I'm going to come in."
As she spoke, the Scribe raised her head, pretending to be about to leave.
Seeing this, Makomo quickly grabbed him, seemingly unwilling for him to leave like this.
"Mister Scribe, did you really kill those people?"
Having mustered her courage, she spoke her mind.
Looking directly into the Scribe's eyes, she awaited his answer.
"I killed them because they were no longer human."
There was no concealment, nor did the Scribe say anything nice to cover it up.
His tone was extremely calm as he recounted the events of that night.
"That ghost is called 'Brain Eater,' and it can be said to be the most powerful brain among ghosts."
"If I'm not mistaken, the Demon Slayer Corps' current predicament is also partly due to its influence."
"Although Ayu is the Crown Prince, he is nothing more than a puppet that the crown prince has put forward."
Sabito and Makomo listened to the Scribe's words without missing a single one, their faces filled with shock.
They never imagined that such a huge conspiracy was hidden behind this.
The Emperor's forces, the noble forces, the corporate forces, and the soldiers under Crown Prince Ayu.
The intertwining of various forces has made the already unclear situation even more unpredictable.
"Before coming here, I went to that so-called base."
His expression was somewhat grave, and the Scribe slowed down his speech.
"There, I killed a ghost that had died before."
Blinking, Sabito and his companion didn't react.
What does it mean to kill a ghost that is already dead?
Does a ghost not die when it is killed?
Seeing the confused expressions on the faces of the young boy and girl, Scribe shook his head, indicating that they didn't need to think too much about it.
"Doing the job that Yaozai assigns you is the most important thing you can do. Don't worry about anything else."
With that, he strode towards the Demon Slayer Corps Base.
As soon as he stepped inside, more than a dozen eyes were fixed on him.
"Who is he? I've never seen him before."
"Covered in burn scars, what a strange person."
"But he seems familiar to me. Is he the swordsman in the team?"
murmurs arose, and more and more people noticed the strange man.
But the Scribe remained unmoved and continued walking deeper into the area.
Suddenly, a figure blocked his way.
"Mister Scribe, is that you?"
The young man in front of me had a smile on his face, which made it easy for people to feel good about him.
After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Scribe also smiled and said.
"It's Kuang Jin, long time no see."
"It really is you!"
Kuronose Chikan somewhat excited. He took two steps forward and tried to grasp the Scribe's hand.
But when he saw the burns on his palm, his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
"What exactly happened to you? How did you end up like this?"
With slightly red eyes, Kuang Jin couldn't understand how the invincible Mister Scribe he remembered could turn into this.
If it weren't for that silhouette, I probably would have just thought of him as a weirdo.
"What happened?"
With a smile, Scribe waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
"These are just some minor injuries I sustained while protecting my wife."
"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."
"To be honest, it's a good thing I turned out this way, otherwise someone would have blocked my way."
Upon hearing this, Kuang Jin immediately understood what the Scribe meant.
He drew his Nichirin Blade, his face fierce, and said coldly.
"Let's see who dares to lay a hand on you!"
"I told you, it's okay."
He sighed, grasped Kuronose Chikan's hand, and sheathed the Nichirin Blade.