"Let's start the roll call now!"
An old man with a beard and a head of white hair, except for the right part of his hair that was still black, stood at the head of the group. He raised the roster in his hand to the members of the first team in front of him.
"Hai Yi in the mountain."
"Here!"
"Nara Deer Wine."
"Here!"
"Tsurumoto Ichiro."
"Here!"
"Riverside Grass Cut."
"Yes."
....
The third seat of the 1st Division of the 13th Division of the Imperial Court, Okamoto Shiro, spoke calmly. Although he did not seem to use much strength, his voice could reach the ears of all the 1st Division members present.
One by one, Okamoto Shiro came to the last name on the roster.
"Duke."
At the end of the line, a slender young man wearing a black death suit raised his hand lazily and said in a weak voice,"Yes."
"Duke, work hard."
Okiya Genshiro couldn't help but remind Duke when he saw his current state.
"Alright."
Duke yawned as soon as he agreed.
Okigen Shiro could not help but shake his head when he saw this. This young man was usually serious in his work and did things in an orderly manner. No one could find any fault with him. He was also very gentle and kind.
He was an old member who had been in the team for seven to eight years.
It could be said that everything was good except for a small flaw!
He didn't like to work overtime.
He worked from nine to five every day and had a routine that no one could criticize.
However, when he was required to work overtime, he was nowhere to be found. He did everything well, so there was no reason to nitpick him.
After that, she liked to hang out on the flower street. It could be said that she liked to party every night.
The key was that he had a good appearance. He did not need to spend money to stay at the courtesans of the flower street.
It's fine if you don't like to work overtime, as long as you do what you should do during your daily work, but loitering on Flower Street
Damn it, why don't you pay for sleeping with a courtesan?？
Okamoto Shiro retracted his gaze, put down the roster, and said loudly,""All the team members above will head to the Black-edged Gate for daily defense.”
"Yes, sir!"
All the members of the first team who had been called out responded loudly. They waved their arms at Yagen Shiro and shouted as their sleeves danced.
"Set off immediately, no delay!"
In the next second.
Everyone left the drill ground in an orderly manner and headed to the Black-edged Gate for their daily defense.
After leaving the drill ground, the originally serious and rigid members immediately gathered in groups of three to five and began to chat with each other.
Duke, who was walking at the end of the line, held the sword at his waist and lightly hammered his back with his right hand.
Last night was a little too crazy. Six Courtesan Belles came together, and his kidney couldn't take it anymore today.
"Duke, I heard that the six courtesans of Flower Street were dispatched at the same time last night. What exactly is going on?”
A mustached member of the team put his arm around Duke's shoulder from behind. Duke glanced at the mustached man and said calmly,""Of course they went to look for me. Otherwise, what else could they do?”
"Ah, you enviable bastard. Why do you not have to pay to stay in Flower Street and still make all the courtesans fall in love with you?!!”
When the bearded man hugged Duke and cried out, the surrounding male players also looked over, their eyes filled with envy and hatred towards Duke.
"Duke, that bastard, is so enviable!”
"Ahhhh, isn't this guy just a little more handsome, has a better job evaluation than me, and is a little stronger than me? How did he get the favor of so many courtesans?”
"Six Courtesan Belles are out at the same time, and you're even here to report today. As expected of Duke, who works nine to five.”
"It's already enviable enough to be admired by a courtesan, but Duke can actually invite six at the same time.”
..........
As the male players discussed, Duke smiled casually, while the female players in the team looked at Duke with disdain, indifference, heartache, and admiration.
"Ah, Duke, that scumbag, went to a place like Flower Street again.”
"I've known this stinky man for five years, but I've never seen him come home from work at night.”
"Sob, sob, sob. Lord Duke, why do you have to humiliate yourself like this?”
"Duke is really hard to explain in a few words!”
.......
Duke only smiled and didn't say anything as the surrounding players discussed. As the group moved forward, their attention slowly shifted away from Duke and began to discuss other matters.
"Have you heard? Recently, there has been a disappearance of Liu Hun on Liu Hun Street!”
"I heard that the Eleventh Division has already sent people to investigate.”
"Not only that, but I also heard from the 12th Division that the number of Xu is also decreasing rapidly. There should be some big trouble coming.”
"Isn't it a good thing that Xu disappeared?"
"What good thing is it?"
"Sigh, it has nothing to do with us anyway. We just have to do our own things.”
............
Duke followed behind the crowd and walked forward silently. He looked up at the blue sky and felt a little emotional.
In the blink of an eye, he had been in this world for nearly ten years. During this time, Duke had been quietly working in the 13th Court Guard Squad.
The first team to join was the 13th Division, and then they were transferred to the 1st Division because of their outstanding performance.
As for why it was like this?
That was because Duke knew how deep the waters of the Death God World were. It was so deep that even he, who had the system, could not grasp it!
Especially since his system wasn't an instant system, he was even more cautious.
Not to mention anything else, just the big boss, Aizen, who occupied a lot of space in the early and middle stages, made Duke have no choice but to hide among the many Grim Reapers.
Especially since Lan Ran still had a sense of existence in the later stages, this made him determined to continue hiding.
However, for Duke, being a part of the crowd wasn't a good way to hide.
Real cowardice should be a fixed concept and a rigid impression.
For example, whenever national treasures were mentioned, everyone would think of pandas. When it came to not being interested in money, everyone would think of Father Ma. Whenever a small goal was mentioned, everyone would think of 100 million.
Duke was the same. He created his own persona in life and hid his true self.
It only revealed a little bit of its uniqueness, attracting everyone's attention.
For example, loitering on the street of prostitutes and staying overnight without paying. This was the persona that Duke had created for himself.
This way, when people mentioned him, they would first think that he didn't have to pay for the courtesan, and then there was nothing else.
It was just like how Lan Zan gave the impression of a modest gentleman before he was exposed.
The so-called concealment was actually to set up a person who was completely different from himself.
As for working nine to five and never working overtime?
This was Duke's system's request. In order to become stronger, Duke had no choice but to comply.
Under Duke's persona, everything went as he had expected. No one would mention his strength, his past, or anything about him.
They only revolved around the harmless persona that Duke had created.
This was what Duke believed to be the true path of being careless.
Very soon, many members of the first team arrived at the entrance of the Black-edged Gate. They stood in their usual positions and began their day's guard work.
Duke stood in his seat, his left hand holding the sword at his waist, and his right hand reaching into the front of his death tyrant suit. He slowly waited for work to end.
However, at this moment, seven figures appeared in front of the Black-edged Gate without any struggle.
All of them wore long robes and reflective masks.
As soon as these eight unidentified mysterious people appeared, the members of the first team drew their swords and shouted over a thousand orders.
"Who are you?"
"I'll leave it to you."
One of them spoke calmly. A tall figure pulled his hands out of his robe. As he did so, the Death Gods around him also saw the chains around his waist and the rings on his hands.
"No problem!"
The man with the chains around his waist and his hands on the rings grinned in response. In the next second, the rest of the people walked into the Black-edged Gate. The tall figure put his hands together and pulled out a blue spirit spear.
" Disappear, trash!!"
In the next second.
The light was so bright that it devoured everything around it!
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