I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 124 on Novelsera

The samurai is very bitter, I can’t afford it, but why do you always pass by me.
“I…”
The samurai looked desperate, and he seemed to have seen that the remaining half a month of noon money had left him.
“Okay, that’s my guest over there.”
Sifang Chuanjian walked over, and behind him, Kuang San and Sifang Chuanchangpu with a gentle smile.
“O… lord!” The samurai almost saw the savior.
“Are you the biggest official here?” The girl raised her head and looked at the generals of Sifang Chuan.
“The next is the owner of Sifang River. My name is Jian Jiang.” He put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the little girl.
“Master Sifangchuan, I have taken care of you.” A tall and strong man in a white robe and a hood passed over the samurai and saluted General Sifangchuan Jian.
The long staff in his hand was wrapped in circles of linen, and at the end was a glue tube connected to the robe, which was a weapon that could be strengthened by steam.
“Ah, Lord Siwen.”
The two men began to greet each other politely.
And behind them, Kuang San leaned towards the little girl with a smile on his face, with his hands behind his back, he bent over and leaned over.
Seeing the pretty face getting closer and closer, the fragrance hit her face, the little girl stepped back slightly, leaning back slightly.Indistinctly, from under that pair of bangs, it seems to see a little bit of brilliant gold.
“Nei, it’s the wish you made to me.”
Kurumi whispered softly against the little girl’s cheek.
“Huh?” The little girl froze there.
“Well, don’t you understand?” Kurumi stood up straight in distress, and when she pressed against the little girl, she could clearly feel a contract-like relationship.
No, it would be more appropriate to describe it in terms of a girl who prayed and a god who listened to her wishes.
“So, can you tell me your name?”
The little girl was a little dazed, as if the faint, sweet but not greasy and confusing smell was still lingering around her body.
“Ah…my name is Wuming.” The girl turned around lightly, as if showing off.
“Not bad~~~ This is what my elder brother gave me.”
“No name.” Kurumi murmured this pseudonym-like name, and she had a strong premonition.
Wuming’s real name must be very important to her or Wuming.
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After the conversation between the head of Sifangchuan and the nameless squire, he led the two to the mansion in the center of Xianjinyi.
Kurumi followed Wuming with a smile, causing a strange feeling in Ayame’s heart.
It’s like… Mad San found a new toy.
But at this moment, there was another commotion behind the crowd.
Probably an ordinary civilian on the Iron City was found to have wounds on his body, and then rushed out regardless of the [-].
Originally, things that were thrown into the prison for observation for 3 days, and would be released if there were no changes, suddenly changed their nature.
The warriors wanted to surround him and kill him, but at this moment, a steam craftsman ran out and blocked the warriors.
“coward!”
“Those who are suspected of Kabbalah must be locked for three days to determine the authenticity. Isn’t it a rule set by you warriors.”
“Shut up!” the samurai roared.
boom–
The butt of the gun slammed into the steamsmith’s body, and a group of people started beating him.
“Is this something you can talk about as a steam craftsman?”
“So, you got the wrong target for the muzzle!” the green-haired steam artisan growled.
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General Sifang Chuan’s face was a little bad. In front of the general’s messenger, Lord Siwen, there was such a joke in the jurisdiction.
Wuming rested his hands behind his head with interest, holding a blowing dragon in his mouth, and looked up at Kurumi who had been following behind her.
The burgundy eyes were extremely indifferent on that gentle smile.
“Nei, what do you think?” Wuming was suddenly very curious, what the hell was this gentle guy thinking.
“Alaala~~~ Wuming is asking me.” The bright eyes narrowed.
“The guy who knows why.” Wuming muttered, blowing dragon rolls, clogs-like shoes kicked the ground, but made a sound like gold and iron, leaving white marks on the ground. “Yes, yes, people are asking you.”
“It’s all rubbish.” The corners of Kuang San’s mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was calm.
“The samurai who dare not hold a sword, the samurai who aim their guns at the civilians.”
“A guy who doesn’t have power, but can only talk big.”