Yato's speed and efficiency were even faster than Gu Mo had imagined, which sowhat took him by surprise. However, it didn't affect his intention to et with Yato.
This was sothing unavoidable, unless he changed his previous plan and intended to go solo. Otherwise, as long as he still wanted to hitch a ride, making good use of the gods' cheap and high-quality labor to purchase a round of services, eting Yato was unavoidable...
As for the existence of the Guardian Spirit, it was indeed sowhat difficult to conceal, but it wasn't of particular importance.
Because this was also an unavoidable issue, he couldn't possibly always disguise his uniqueness in front of Yato, nor did he intend to pretend to be an entirely ordinary person without any special traits. Such a persona wouldn't work as an ally of justice, teaming up with Yato to farm creatures and gain experience.
He planned to conceal their existence as much as possible while pondering what kind of reason he should use to explain, as long as Yato didn't consider the Guardian Spirit as evil demons and devils, it should be fine.
But co to think of it, such a situation probably wouldn't occur—
After all, the worldview of this world and the previous one seed to be fairly aligned and close, and the essence of the Guardian Spirits was also different from pure demons. They inherently had a dual-natured special quality; they could transform into unrivaled world-destroying demons, yet could possess high divinity as well.
However, most of the ti, Guardian Spirits are fairly neutral and peaceful. Extre cases do happen, but they are often influenced by external factors and the host, causing them to tip decisively to one side, leading to significant imbalance.
Therefore, having prepared himself ntally for this, Gu Mo deliberated for a mont but didn't spend too long fixating on it before making a decision—
There was a thod to handle it, after all.
He directly hailed a taxi on the road across from the hospital, told the driver his requirents, and then proceeded to the previous alley.
......
At this ti, it was afternoon, the ti when the sun began to slant westward.
And the nearby middle school had just let out as well, the youthful, lively students in their blooming years walked in groups of threes and fours on their way ho, chatting, laughing, and jumping around. They were at an age carefree, their concerns limited to exams and howork, still oblivious to the busyness and struggles of life.
Not just humans, but even the world of gods had an equally fierce competition like the Human World.
Standing by the garbage bin in the nearby alley, with not a hint of divine presence, Yato had just rummaged through the bin. He carried a luggage bag in his hand, looking quite troubled, his mouth drooping. The luggage bag was filthy from being in the garbage bin, and the zipper had been roughly opened.
Inside, there were only ssy clothes, but nothing else.
For instance, things like wallets or identification were nowhere to be seen. He glanced into the trash bin; there wasn't much garbage, yet clearly none of those items were present…
He then turned and looked around, couldn't help but twitch his lips, knowing pretty much what had happened upon seeing the luggage bag there. It was likely that an out-of-town tourist's bag was stolen, and the thief roughly took away valuable items, leaving the bag and useless clothes tossed here.
Indeed, this commission was not so easy to handle. After all, the whereabouts of the remaining items were unknown, and retrieving them would require significant effort, and he couldn't guarantee that those items were still intact…
"It gives a bit of a headache, but I should first see what the commissioner says."
Yato lightly tapped his head, deciding to first see the commissioner's thoughts, while feeling a tinge of regret thinking of how great it would be to have a Divine Artifact at hand. If that were the case, perhaps commissions like the previous one, involving battling demons, would be more suitable for him.
After all, fundantally speaking, he should be classified under the category of "Martial God," a broad concept referring to factions of similar nature to the Martial Arts Faction, such as the dignified War God, the glorious War God, the immortal Wild Soul. Fighting is their nature, born from the desire to defeat enemies, gods, and spirits alike.
Yato could also be categorized in that way, so what he excelled at the most was combat. If it were a problem that could be solved with swords, it would be much simpler for him.
"What am I thinking, I shouldn't be indecisive…"
After daydreaming for a while, he snapped back to reality, vigorously shaking his head. Let alone being in the current embarrassing situation without even one Divine Artifact, even before Ban Ying ran off, he couldn't afford to be picky.
It's rare for anyone to genuinely see him, and those who need his help and can see his ssage at the sa ti are even rarer. So commission work wasn't as frequent as one might expect, and there were tis when he'd go thirty to fifty days or more without receiving a single job.
Many tis, Yato would feel anxious, worrying if he'd disappear before the next commission arrived.
After all, without a Shrine to worship him, lacking incense and a steady base of followers, he could only collect five yen as "wish" compensation after fulfilling humans' desires, essentially to maintain his unstable existence as a Naless God. And if no one ford a bond with him or rembered him—
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