Chapter 20

Looking at the excited Manaka, Akaso Kaze’s mouth twitched.

Actually, he just wanted to say: This is a piece of advice for you, you must think three times before you act... ===== CHAPTER 55 =====

"Curator Ochiai."

Akaso Kaze looked at the old man in front of him.

"Boss Akaso." Curator Ochiai was in very low spirits.

Although he didn't know what had happened just now, it was obvious that Akaso Kaze had saved Manaka’s life.

Then he must know that it was him inside the armor.

If he also wanted to close the art museum, he would definitely turn him over to the police or use what happened just now to blackmail him.

It’s over, there’s no chance left.

The art museum that has existed for 50 years is about to be...

"This art museum is now in your hands."

"Ah?" Curator Ochiai was stunned.

He felt he must have misheard.

He was old and useless, or perhaps he had just hallucinated because he wanted to preserve the art museum so badly.

"I won't come here often in the future; you can make the decisions on everything."

Anyway, he got the art museum for free, and he wasn't short on money, so he’d just keep it running.

Akaso Kaze glanced at Kubota nearby.

"The collections lost by the art museum must be recovered. Anyone who dares to touch my things must bear the wrath of an Onmyoji!"

Thump, Kubota was so scared he knelt on the ground.

"Lord Akaso, I will send everything back immediately. For those that have already been sold, I will definitely compensate at the original price... no, double, triple! Lord Akaso, spare my life!"

Akaso Kaze ignored him and walked two steps forward.

Seeing Ran’s admiring gaze, he smiled instantly.

"Right, one more thing, from now on, anyone Ran brings here gets in for free!"

"That’s great, we can visit the art museum often from now on."

Hearing Ran’s cheers, Kogoro Mouri and Conan’s faces turned black instantly.

"I should just marry Ran off quickly."

Kogoro Mouri wanted to cry.

Watching Akaso Kaze’s departing back, Kishida asked curiously, "Curator Ochiai, our new boss is very young. Can he manage the art museum well?"

"He can, he definitely can."

Curator Ochiai’s eyes shone with light.

"He is a true knight, a knight of justice who can maintain his original heart even after being baptized by the blood of evil spirits."

Akaso Kaze, who was walking out, shivered.

His magic power seemed a bit insufficient.

Zzz.

The tall man being whipped by Akemi Miyano instantly became thinner.

For the next two days, the Mouri family left Tokyo to attend a friend’s wedding.

Akaso Kaze, meanwhile, stayed at home researching the creation of magic tools.

None of the rooms in the apartment building were rented out.

One reason was that Akaso Kaze had too much money; he didn't care about the rent at all.

Another was that he had many little secrets, and it wasn't convenient to live with outsiders.

For example, Hitomi Hoshiran, Yuko Ikezawa, and Suzuya Hatamoto often came over, and they all had their own dedicated rooms.

Right, recently there was also...

As a good boss, one should think more about one’s employees.

Working too late, how dangerous it is to go home.

Living in the building next door makes coming and going much more convenient.

Akaso Kaze is truly a good boss who has won the hearts of the people.

On the top floor, in a room not facing the street.

Akaso Kaze carefully observed the European longsword on the table.

According to the art museum’s records, this longsword is a rapier.

A weapon passed down from medieval Europe, only nobles were qualified to wear it; it is known as the king of European swords.

In that era when dueling was prevalent, it was often used as a dueling weapon.

Opening the Eye of Space, one could see strange black smoke permeating the blade.

It swirled back and forth along the blade.

Akaso Kaze guessed that these were likely the remnants left behind by those who had died under this sword, or by the sword’s owners.

After they died, their souls, due to obsession, all clung to the blade, and then dissipated with the passage of time.

Under the erosion of countless dead souls over hundreds of years, it finally formed a natural magic tool.

One of the effects of this magic tool is to enhance the user’s strength, which is why the elderly Curator Ochiai was able to support such heavy armor.

Presumably, he had also discovered this.

Otherwise, Curator Ochiai, who cherished antiques very much, wouldn't have used a real antique longsword when even his most important armor was a replica.

At the same time, his murderous intent might also have been triggered by this longsword.

The black gas swirling on the blade was not pure magic power, but death energy mixed with the emotions of the dead.

To use it without being interfered with by it, the only way was to consume all the death energy, convert it into pure magic power, and refine it into the sword body.

Only in this way could it return to its original state and be crafted into a true magic tool.

By then, not only would the effect be greatly enhanced, but it would also prevent magic power leakage.

The problem now is, how to eliminate the death energy?

If it were someone else, they would definitely be at their wit’s end, but for Akaso Kaze, it was easy.

At the same time, it could also bring significant benefits.

He cast the Hand of Space, grabbed the nine souls from his soul space all at once, and threw them onto the blade. ===== CHAPTER 56 =====

Suddenly leaving their familiar environment, the nine little figures were completely bewildered.

Some sat, some stood, or hung onto the blade.

The black death energy in the surroundings instantly became active.

It surged violently toward the nine souls.

Soon, nine black giant eggs formed, wrapping around the souls.

Threads of black gas drilled into the souls from every acupuncture point continuously.

Even if they kept their mouths shut, it could pry them open.

Watching the nine souls, they swelled up as if they were being blown up.

If it weren't for Akaso Kaze, this death energy would have burst them.

Then it would pull on the soul fragments, assimilate them into death energy, and strengthen itself.

Akaso Kaze would, of course, not allow such a thing to happen.

Zzzzzzzzzzz.

With a thought, he drained the magic power.

Instantly, the swollen souls flattened again.

The death energy, unwilling to give up, continued to drill in from the souls’ eyes, noses, mouths, ears, navels, and other acupuncture points.

The souls were so swollen their eyes turned red.

Then, another series of zzz sounds.

They flattened again. ===== CHAPTER 57 =====