Chapter 50: Lord Akaso, save me!

Akaso Kaze smiled slightly and said indifferently, "Actually, once you think about it, it's nothing much. At most, a few people will die."

"What? Die, die people? And a few of them?"

Who could be calm about that!

Manka was so scared his eyeballs nearly popped out.

Akaso Kaze looked him up and down, making Manka's hair stand on end.

Only then did he show a look of regret, shake his head, and turn to leave.

"Don't, don't go, Lord Akaso, you have to save me."

Manka hurriedly blocked his path.

Judging by this Onmyoji's tone, the few people who die wouldn't include me, would they...

Akaso Kaze smacked his lips twice.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Fine, since I'm a kind-hearted person, I'll write you a talisman. You must keep it on your person."

"If you encounter a life-threatening danger, take it out, and the crisis will resolve itself."

"Good, good, thank you, Lord Akaso."

Manka was moved to tears.

Akaso Kaze took out a piece of yellow paper, pulled out a signature pen, and casually drew a horizontal line on the paper.

He handed it to Manka.

Manka froze.

Looking at the crumpled yellow paper and the crooked horizontal line on it.

The feeling in his heart was truly beyond words.

"Lord Akaso, th-this talisman... what is its use?"

He originally wanted to say this talisman was too perfunctory.

But fearing he would anger the Onmyoji, he had to change his question to ask about its use.

Akaso Kaze pointed at the horizontal line and spoke with conviction.

"Mr. Manka, your Japanese is poor, isn't this just the character for 'one'?"

"It can save your life."

"So that's how it is." Manka half-believingly tucked the crude talisman into his pocket.

He looked up, saw Akaso Kaze hadn't left and was still standing there watching him, and suddenly realized.

"Lord Akaso, I can't take this talisman for nothing. Tell me, how much money?"

"I'm mainly doing a good deed. As for the money, give what you think is appropriate. After all, it's just a life. If you give more, you'll definitely be safe and sound; if you give less... tsk tsk, you might end up with some injuries or something."

Akaso Kaze said very magnanimously.

A life...

Give what you think...

Some injuries...

It seems it definitely won't be a small amount.

Manka gritted his teeth and wrote a check for ten million.

"Lord Akaso, I'm a bit tight on cash lately; this small amount of money is just a token of my respect."

Akaso Kaze kept a straight face as he took the check.

But inside, he was blooming with joy.

He drew a single stroke and collected ten million; this money is too easy to earn.

Waving goodbye to Manka, Akaso Kaze strolled off to go play with Ran again.

Of course he wouldn't leave; there was still a good show to be staged later.

The sun slanted to the west.

Mr. Manka arrived at the Hell Exhibition Hall.

Surrounded by eerie and terrifying exhibits, he felt terrified.

He touched the talisman in his jacket pocket and immediately felt much more at ease.

But thinking of that crumpled yellow paper and the casually drawn line on it, he felt uneasy again.

He couldn't have been scammed, could he?

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Crack, crack, crack.

Behind him, the sound of armor colliding suddenly rang out.

Before Manka could turn his head, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Ah!"

He let out a shrill scream.

Bleeding from his back, Manka fled to the corner of the wall.

Not far in front of him, a suit of armor holding a European longsword stumbled and fell before him.

"A ghost! How can armor move?"

Manka's eyes widened.

"Could it be that what that Onmyoji said is true! This is the monster created by that curse!"

"Right, I have the talisman, I have the talisman that can save my life!"

He rummaged through his pockets in a panic, completely ignoring the sound coming from inside the armor opposite him.

Ochiai, hiding in the armor, frowned slightly.

This guy, why isn't he following the script?

"Look at the label behind you, it has my name on it. Don't you want to know who I am?"

The voice buzzed inside the armor; although the sound reaching the outside wasn't loud, if one listened carefully, it could be heard clearly.

Unfortunately, Manka didn't care at all, he was just frantically searching for the talisman.

"Forget it, I must kill him today, otherwise there will never be another chance."

Curator Ochiai gritted his teeth and stood up, raising the European longsword once again. ===== CHAPTER 52 =====