Eighth Crown

November 1.

The day after Musashi left, Liu Xia came to the bamboo forest on the outskirts of Kanbuzi North, followed the stone road in the forest, and came to the Ryogi mansion again.

Unlike the last time I came here, I used the [Breathing Interruption] skill to sneak in from the bamboo forest. This time, Liu Xia came to the gate of the mansion in a fair manner and knocked on the door.

In early October, the Liangyi family sent an invitation to Liuxia, saying that the owner planned to have a detailed discussion about his assassination of the two rituals, but because Liuxia was learning the sword with Musashi at the time, he had It was not easy for Musashi to know about the conflict between the Liangyi family, so he postponed the invitation.

And now that Musashi left, it didn't matter how he was exposed, whether it was the conflict with the Liangyi family or the identity of the killer, he came here, ready to completely resolve this grievance with the Liangyi family.

After Liu Xia knocked on the door, the wooden door was quickly opened from the inside, revealing the figure of a young man.

He was probably a servant of Liangyi's house. He wore a black suit, and his hair and clothes were well groomed. He had a sense of etiquette similar to that of a housekeeper and a deacon, and would treat anyone coming with respect and respect.

"Mr. Kuramime, please come inside."

Even Liu Xia, who was only 11 years old this year, used the honorary title of "Mr.".

Under the guidance of the young servant, Liu Xia once again walked into this Japanese-style building.

The servant did not lead Liu Xia to the living room, but brought Liu Xia to the dojo in the mansion.

"Chong!"

"bump!"

"Clang!"

Before he got close, he could hear the sound of metal slamming from the dojo, and the sound of people hitting the wall and knocking things over.

"Master, Miss, Mr. Cangmimu is here."

The young servant stood outside the door and did not look at anyone or anything in the dojo. He bowed slightly, lowered his head, did not move, and reported to the two people in the dojo with an unusually respectful expression and tone.

"I see, Qiulong, you go down first."

From the dojo came a middle-aged voice that was as hoarse as a very old tree, but as steady as Mount Tai.

"Yes."

The young servant known as 'Qiulong' still lowered his head, and at the middle-aged man's order, he slowly backed away, then turned and left.

As a guest, Liu Xia didn't need to follow the rules like Qiulong, standing outside the door and looking in the direction of the dojo.

In the dojo, the wooden floor seemed to be taken care of all the time. There was no dust at all, and it could even be said to be shiny. There was almost nothing in the wide dojo, only a few weapon racks were placed around it.

However, at this moment, the weapon rack also fell to the ground because it was hit by someone, and several wooden knives, real knives, and scabbards placed on it also fell to the ground disorderly.

The two rituals were sitting on the ground next to the weapon rack. Although they were holding a long knife in their hands, they were pointed at the tip of the knife by a middle-aged man holding another knife. It was like being slashed from top to bottom by a long sword.

"I lost."

Although there was a bit of unwillingness on the faces of the two rituals, they took a deep breath and calmed down, then gave up the struggle and took the initiative to make a declaration of surrender.

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man stepped back without saying a word, then retracted the long knife in a standard posture, followed the tiger's mouth with the back of the knife, and returned the knife in his hand to the scabbard with a 'click'.

The two ceremonies stood up from the ground, and the two bowed to each other face to face, which marked the end of the discussion.

"Kuraimimu-kun, please come in."

The middle-aged man turned around, looked at Liu Xia who was standing at the door of the dojo, and gave Liu Xia permission to enter in a hoarse and steady voice.

Generally speaking, in such a family with swordsmanship inheritance, the swordsmanship competition between the head of the family and the heir is not allowed to be seen by outsiders, let alone someone who is irrelevant like Liu Xia, even if the family is the most loyal Servant, don't even try to peep a little bit, or you will be punished by the owner of the house.

That's why the young man named Qiulong lowered his head so low.

However, in fact, before the arrival of Qiulong and Liuxia, the middle-aged man and the two ceremonies had ended their discussions. Even if he looked up, he could not see any secrets. Even if Qiulong really looked up, the owner would not say anything, but he Still bowing his head the whole time, it can only be said that Qiulong's loyalty really comes from the heart, and there is no falsehood.

After the middle-aged man gave permission, Liu Xia walked into the dojo.

However, instead of taking off his shoes and walking to the floor, he stood at the entrance of the dojo.

"I'm going back."

The two ceremonies didn't even look at Liu Xia. After putting the knife in her scabbard on the weapon rack on the other side, she turned and left the dojo, and soon no one could be seen.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the rudeness of the two ceremonies, and turned to look at Liu Xia.

He did not put down the knife in his hand, but lifted it directly and came to Liu Xia.

"I've heard from Shishi what happened."

The middle-aged man stood there, his face with some wrinkles appeared meticulous, his hands were straight beside him, his eyes were slightly dark, and he looked down at Liu Xia in front of him.

"She stopped me from taking revenge on you on the grounds of 'you are also a victim', I promised her, but this matter can't end here, no matter what, you almost killed my daughter. In fact, there is no reason not to liquidate."

The middle-aged man is the father of the two rituals and the current head of the two rituals. At this moment, his slightly low eyes are looking up and down Liu Xia, seeing that his face still does not fluctuate in the slightest, and there is not even a trace of fear, which is insignificant. Cha nodded.

Under the circumstances of enmity with the Liangyi family, in the hinterland of the Liangyi base camp, and facing him with a knife, he still maintains an unshakable attitude. For an 11-year-old, it is really excellent. foul.

Thinking of the qualities that the two ceremonies had told him before, 'extremely proficient in assassination', 'lurking in Liangyi's house without anyone finding out', and 'threat her without fear to achieve cooperation', the eyes of the two yi patriarchs flickered slightly.

"I heard that your parents just died at the hands of the previous serial killer, and you just lost your guardian."

The head of Liangyi looked at Liu Xia with a look of scrutiny in his eyes, "If you are willing to accept my adoption and become my adopted son, then your peace-style thing will be written off."

"I won't force you to do anything. The Liangyi family will become your backing in the future. Even if you continue to be a killer, they will give you some support in both black and white. What do you think?"

This is not so much a billing as a purchase.

"Conditions are good."

Liu Xia nodded, agreeing with the conditions put forward by the Liangyi Patriarch, but instead he changed the subject.

"However, I refuse."