Chapter 693: Friends and Borrowing Money

"Yo, you're awake. How does it feel to have died once?"

When Yagyu Jubei woke up again, before she could even open her eyes, she heard such a question.

And upon hearing this sentence, the sword-master miss's consciousness suddenly cleared. She remembered that heart-piercing pain, as well as the unstoppable passing of life force, and the fear and despair as death gradually approached.

She immediately reached out to cover her chest, gasping for air in terror.

However, there was no expected pain in her chest. Instead, her hand felt that powerful heartbeat; it was the rhythm of life.

At this, Yagyu Jubei was very puzzled.

What's going on? Didn't I die after being backstabbed by my junior sister?

The sword-master miss was very confused. She even directly pulled open the collar of her chest to look inside, but all that met her eyes was snow-white fairness and that valley that could contain all rivers.

The backstab from her junior sister before seemed like just an illusion; now, not even a trace of a scar existed.

No, where did the bandages I used to bind my chest go?

The sword-master miss suddenly realized something was wrong.

Witches with too good a figure always needed the help of bandages if they practiced martial arts; otherwise, it would be somewhat inconvenient to move and their center of gravity would be unstable. She was fully armed when she went out today, but now she had directly discarded her armor.

Yagyu Jubei looked around and saw the bandage fragments stained red with blood not far away. Then she looked up at the Battousai in front of her.

And the cold-blooded swordsman, seeing this, turned her head and whistled.

The sword-master miss fell silent for a moment. Did she understand what had happened?

No wonder there were no wounds; it turned out someone had already helped her deal with it.

Her face turned slightly red, but she didn't say much. After all, the situation was urgent, and the other party had done this to save her life. What else was there to say?

Besides, people of the jianghu didn't fuss over small details.

"Lord Battousai, what's going on? Did I not die?"

Yagyu Jubei tightened the collar of her chest, which was now empty, and asked with some confusion.

"Do you think you could possibly not die after that sword strike?"

Dorothy asked in return.

"That was your junior sister, right? She truly had a ruthless heart and a poisonous sword. She perfectly sealed your self-healing ability and sealed your magic power circulation. She really knew you well enough; this was absolutely premeditated."

And upon hearing this, the sword-master miss also fell silent.

After a long time, she sighed with complex emotions.

Her junior sister naturally knew her well; after all, the two were actually childhood sweethearts, and they had an engagement between them. They could complete the wedding in a while.

Because of this relationship, she had very few secrets from this junior sister. Her junior sister knew her sword art, knew her talent, and also knew all her weaknesses.

Therefore, that sword strike was so heart-wrenching.

And seeing Yagyu Jubei like this, Dorothy looked at her with some pity.

Tsk tsk tsk, this is the consequence of meeting the wrong person. Fortunately, my junior sister is super cute and a good child.

Thinking of the cute little fox, the Home Witch's gloomy mood from cutting down too many people recently brightened up quite a bit.

"I didn't expect that there would really be a miracle of resurrection in this world. I seem to have lost part of my memory; presumably, those are the memories about the Netherworld."

The sword-master miss recovered quickly. She tidied up her mood and said.

And at this, Dorothy was slightly surprised. She didn't expect this fellow to be so sensitive.

Although witches could be resurrected, they would also lose their memories of after death upon resurrection. This point was the same whether it was this Yingzhou Netherworld or the outside Huang Quan.

Unless they were witches with profound attainments in necromancy, or civil servants with special status in the Huang Quan.

Of course, generally speaking, these two referred to the same kind of person. After all, Huang Quan civil servants were basically necromancy big shots, and necromancy big shots generally also had a name in the Huang Quan.

However, even if these people could retain their memories, they were also not allowed to leak information about the Huang Quan at will. What the Huang Quan looked like was a mystery to the vast majority of witches.

"Hmm, those memories aren't important. What's important is that you remember you now owe me a huge resurrection fee. It's not much, just about twenty small targets. This is the IOU you wrote yourself. So, is it card or cash now?"

Looking at Yagyu Jubei, who was still immersed in the shock of resurrection, Dorothy began to urge for debt repayment without emotion. She took out an IOU and handed it over.

And the sword-master miss took the IOU and was also slightly stunned.

The handwriting on this IOU was indeed hers. Her handwriting was very special; there was her own sword intent between the strokes, which was very difficult for outsiders to imitate.

So, she had really died once before, gone down to the Netherworld, and personally wrote this IOU in the Netherworld.

In the face of such physical evidence, Yagyu Jubei finally completely believed that she had really experienced the miracle of resurrection.

However, what kind of person was Battousai miss, who could easily resurrect people?

The sword-master miss looked up again at Battousai miss, who was stiff-faced and waiting for her to pay the bill. The shock in her heart was even greater than that of resurrection.

The terrifying sword intent Battousai miss had shown before had already made her realize the horror of this cold-blooded swordsman who had suddenly become famous, and now this miracle of resurrection proved her even more unfathomable background...

Hiss, the water is too deep; I can't grasp it.

Yagyu Jubei stopped thinking. She didn't dare to continue thinking.

However, being scary is good; being frightening is good, because only then can Yingzhou Island be considered saved.

She had come to block the path before precisely because she was worried that Battousai miss's strength was insufficient, worried that her crazy behavior would not only fail to save Yingzhou Island but would instead exacerbate the chaos on Yingzhou Island.

But now, through the sword intent of the Myriad Nations Fantasy Land, she had understood Battousai miss's belief and wish, and through the miracle of resurrection, she had also realized the energy hidden behind this mysterious swordsman.

The Netherworld is the domain of the Mother Goddess Izanagi. Is Battousai miss really the great savior sent by the Mother Goddess to save Yingzhou?

The sword-master miss guessed in her heart.

Her imagination could only go this far. After all, she was just a native Yingzhou witch, and her vision limited her imagination.

But such a guess was enough. Now, not only did she not intend to block Battousai miss, but she even wanted to follow behind her and do a great cause with her.

The prosperity and beauty of the Myriad Nations Fantasy Land before made her unforgettable. She longed to participate in the construction of that prosperous age and contribute her own strength to the vision of the world being one.

Therefore...

"I have no money anymore. After all, Yagyu Jubei is already dead."

The sword-master miss spread her hands in the face of the debt collection and said.

Dorothy: "???"

The Home Witch's gaze immediately became sharp.

You can block my path, and you can strike me, these don't matter, but you absolutely cannot owe me money and not pay it back!

Dorothy had silently drawn the Red Shadow again, preparing to send this fellow who dared to lie to her on her way.

"By the way, the collateral for your loan was yourself. If you can't pay it back, then wait to take a trip to the Netherworld hell."

She said coldly, and the sharp blade was already resting on Yagyu Jubei's neck.

However, the sword-master miss didn't intend to resist. She just explained calmly.

"I was probably used by others. Don't look at me like this; actually, I still have some popularity and reputation on Yingzhou Island. If the news that I was killed by you spreads, then your situation probably won't be very good. The reason my junior sister backstabbed me was probably to make this news true."

"What about my junior sister? You should have kept her, right?"

Yagyu Jubei asked.

But Dorothy shook her head.

"No, the matter between you two has nothing to do with me. I'm too lazy to keep her."

The Home Witch said.

The sword-master miss's junior sister had run away at light speed after the backstab, fearing being slashed by the terrifying Battousai, but Dorothy actually had no intention of stopping her at all. She just watched the other party go away calmly, and then opened the door to resurrect the sword-master miss who had already lost her life.

"Eh?"

Yagyu Jubei was stunned, and then became somewhat anxious.

"You are confused, Lord. After my junior sister goes back, she will definitely claim to the outside world that I was killed by you, and she is still my fiancée. With her personal testimony, outsiders will definitely not doubt it. You have fallen into the nobles' trap."

"Mm-hmm, I know. So what?"

Dorothy nodded, then remained emotionless.

"Don't give me that useless talk. Just one sentence: are you paying back the money or not?"

The blade in the Home Witch's hand had already left a bloodstain on the sword-master miss's neck. If this deadbeat didn't talk about business, then in the next second, this fellow would have to lose her head.

And the sword-master miss was also so angry at Battousai's words that she couldn't speak.

You know, yet you let my junior sister go. Are you stupid? You actively walked into someone else's trap. You are the hope of saving Yingzhou Island; how can you be like this...

Yagyu Jubei was angry at her lack of ambition, but looking at Battousai's calm and unhurried appearance, she suddenly thought deeply.

It was small; it was her own pattern that was small. There was a possibility that Battousai miss didn't care about those little tricks of the nobles at all. Those traps that seemed very troublesome in her own eyes didn't even need to be looked at directly in the other party's eyes?

Good fellow, this is what kind of arrogance; she didn't take those nobles into her eyes at all.

The sword-master miss thought the more she thought about it, the more it made sense, and then she respected Battousai miss even more.

As expected of the savior sent by the Mother Goddess, this pattern is truly large.

However, it hurts, it hurts, it's really going to die. I can't die yet; I haven't witnessed the prosperous scene of all races gathering in the fantasy land with my own eyes?

"I have no money, but I have many friends, and they have money. I can go borrow it."

Seeing that the blade was about to cut to the artery, Yagyu Jubei had to say so.

And Dorothy stopped the sword in her hand upon hearing this, then sheathed it.

"Then let's go, lead the way."

The Home Witch urged coldly.

Yagyu Jubei was helpless. She had to reach out to cover her neck to treat it, but she didn't completely restore the sword mark on her neck, instead leaving a scar like a red rope.

This was the gift of the Yingzhou savior; she had to leave a mark as a souvenir, and this could also remind herself at all times.

Mm, just as she said, the noble swordsman Yagyu Jubei of the past was already dead. The Yagyu Jubei who was still alive now was just a ronin swordsman. From now on, she lived for only one goal, and that was to work hard to add bricks and tiles to the construction of the Myriad Nations Fantasy Land.

And the first brick and the first tile she added was to go and persuade her former friends, persuade them to join her, and tell them that Yingzhou Island was saved.

Because Battousai miss had come, and the tomorrow of Yingzhou Island had hope.

Yagyu Jubei was very excited because she had many friends who actually also wanted to save Yingzhou. When everyone drank and chatted together in the past, they had all talked about these things. They would definitely join her.

However...

A few days later...

"Are you sure you really have many friends?"

Dorothy looked at the sword-master miss with unkind eyes as she threw a rolling human head in front of her, feeling very speechless.

These past few days, she had followed this Yagyu Jubei to visit quite a few nobles, but this was not visiting friends at all; this was clearly going to send friends' entire families to ascend to heaven.

Every time the sword-master miss just let the guard pass the message, saying something like an old friend was visiting, the result was that the two really received a warm welcome from those "friends."

Mm, it was really too warm; almost the whole family came out to surround and kill them.

And in order to protect herself, the Home Witch had to helplessly draw her sword, politely send all the "friends" away, and then tearfully copy the noble mansions one by one.

"Lord, this family has also been counted, a total of 13.1 billion gold yuan."

A Hundred-Ghost Witch came forward. They had cleaned up all the assets of this noble mansion and then respectfully handed the accounts to Dorothy.

But the Home Witch was too lazy to even look at it, just saying.

"That's it, the old rules, send it to Butterfly Village."

She ordered.

Thus, the Hundred-Ghost Night Parade went away carrying countless rare treasures.

And on the side, the sword-master miss picked up the head that died with eyes wide open and reached out to help this "old friend" close her eyes.

Her expression was slightly confused.

Why, why did things turn out like this?

Clearly, everyone had agreed to save Yingzhou Island together and build a beautiful future where everyone could live and work in peace, but it had only been a few decades since they last met, and these friends had already become unrecognizable.

Was it just because they had gradually inherited the family business over the years?

Could that little bit of boring wealth and power be more precious than the dreams of the past?

Yagyu Jubei really couldn't understand.

"Alright, next. Are you still prepared to continue looking for your rich friends?"

Dorothy looked at the confused sword-master miss and couldn't help but shake her head.

Hehe, one's position determines one's brain. There are only individuals who betray their class, not classes that betray their class.

This sword-master miss had been honing her sword skills wholeheartedly for so many years, so she didn't care, but these old friends she made in her youth had long been true noble lords.

"No more. I don't have any rich friends left now. This was the last one."

Yagyu Jubei was also somewhat helpless. She looked at the beauty's head in her hand one last time, then squeezed her fingers hard, crushing it.

"The friends I have left are all poor people. They don't have money to lend me, especially so much money. Lord Tsukimi Kuro, how about I pay off the debt with my body? How about I sell these hundred-plus pounds of meat to you?"

The sword-master miss said helplessly.

Born into a prestigious family, it was also the first time in her life she realized that money was truly hard to earn, and even harder to borrow.

However, seeing the cold-blooded swordsman draw her sword again, she had to continue leading the way.

The sword-master miss is borrowing money...

It's the beginning of the month, that leave note is so tempting, temptation, it's really tempting...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 694 =====