Lehman naturally didn't know what he was, nor did he know how the great nun Rosette was choreographing him behind his back. At this moment, he had already led him to his own room under the natural sacred Yinshi--this was a room he remembered in his memory. In other words, it was a room that basically had nothing except tatami.

However, Gintoki Sakata's introduction immediately gave up this idea. According to the introduction of this silver-haired natural curl, the rooms are all made of deformed metals, which are actually quite high-tech. The inner wall of the room is equipped with a monitor to monitor any possible chaotic infection. Various facilities can be created in every place of the room anytime and anywhere, such as...

"Just call [control panel]," As Sakata Gintoki finished speaking, some deformed metal was immediately peeled off from the tatami, forming a suspended control panel in the air, "you can control all the facilities in the room."

"Manual control," Lehman looked at the control panel with interest, "I thought the more advanced one would be thinking control."

"There are so many creatures in the multiverse that there are so many different creatures. If you want to create a device that can interface with your mind, it is better to install a control with your hands and sound," Sakata Gintoki smiled, reached out and clicked on the control board twice, "Now I will demonstrate to you, a food synthesis machine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tatami in front of Lehman immediately began to deform and combined into one...

"Microwave?!" Lehman looked at the thing that appeared in front of him with a embarrassed look.

"It just looks like a microwave oven. After all, all I can imagine is a microwave oven or stove," Sakata Gintoki laughed. "It is said that this is a food synthesizer called Flint-Lockwood, a technician named Flint-Lockwood, and a general named Liu, jointly invented. It's such a good thing. I'll demonstrate it for you---synthetic two big black beer!"

Lehman looked at the microwave-like synthesizer with curiosity, and suddenly heard a prompt sound from the instrument:

"It was detected that the user was not a resident, and the user was the temporary manager Sakata Gintoki. This synthesis requires a fee. Will you continue?"

In an instant, Sakata Gintoki's face became awkward. The helpless look that way, Lehman saw this and hurriedly cleared his throat and said:

"Please synthesize two shaved beer."

This time the synthesizer did not talk nonsense. After the volume became larger, a flash flashed inside the instrument, and the door automatically opened, revealing the two scattered black beer inside. Lehman took out a scattered beer and handed it to Gintoki Sakata's hand. This action also made Gintoki smile on his face. The natural curl patted Gintoki on the shoulder:

"You are such a good person. Ah, when I can go back after paying off my debt, I guess the memory about you will be something I don't want to lose."

Lehman knows what Gintoki is saying---Sakata Gintoki trio must be cleared when they go back. At that time, Gintoki and others will be like the people from the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce. Even if they pass by him, they will not remember him. If it were the original Gintoki, they might feel a little sad, but now, Lehman just patted Gintoki on the shoulder:

"Wine is warm, just when you are greedy and happy. When you are drunk, you will leave with your clothes. Where does so much sadness come from? You don't think so?"

"Yes, but not," Gintoki picked up his wine glass and whispered a few big mouthfuls, wiping the foam from the corner of his mouth. "Before this, I never thought that the multiverse is such a terrible behemoth. After returning, I always feel a little... helpless to continue living my little life in ignorance."

At that moment, Lehman understood something. When the silver-haired natural curl was saying this, he kept rubbing the ordinary-looking wooden knife with one hand, as if he was reluctant and unwilling to let go. He thought and took a few steps. A large bottle of sake appeared in front of Gintoki. Seeing the sake with [Nanshan] written on the bottle, Gintoki Sakata's eyes lit up.

Seeing Sakata Gintoki's appearance, Lehman laughed in silence. He took the wine bottle and the wine was poured on two big wine plates that were sent out together. While pouring the wine, Lehman said:

"I've known someone before. She said that drinking beer is like not drinking it. It's like peeing. I think it's not enough for Ginō to drink some beer?"

"You friend is right." Gintoki took the wine plate, raised his head and drank.

"Gintoki, what I can't bear to give up should be more than just memory," Lehman shook the plate gently. In the swaying light and shadow, he looked at himself in the wine and said lightly, "Time flies and it is indeed worth sighing to lose memory, but Gintoki, you may care more about whether you can protect the things around you in this dangerous multiverse---I am unwilling to give up. Why do you care about the people and things around you to let others protect? What I am right?"

Sakata Gintoki's body shook, put down the wine plate, stared at Lehman for a long time, and finally nodded with a lonely expression:

"Before I contacted you, I thought that even if I accomplished nothing in my life, with the knife in my hand, I could still protect all the people around me who cherished me, but after contacting you, I felt very powerless. I always felt that no matter how I clear my memory, this sense of powerlessness would probably not disappear. I knew that the temple would protect this universe, but, sitting aside and watching others fight for me, I was unable to participate, and it was always... not my way."

"Is Gintoki a messenger of justice?"

"How is that possible? I'm lazy."

"Then why are you entangled? The Temple Army will protect this universe. This is a designated safe universe, and there is nothing to worry about." Lehman poured another plate of wine for Gintoki, and his words were a little frivolous.

"Forget it," Sakata Gintoki took the wine plate and smiled, "If I have learned anything in my life, one must be [there must be nothing in this world], and the other must be [no knife in my hand, and no need for a knife in my hand, it is different]. I don't have a knife in my hand now, so I feel so uneasy."

Hearing this, Lehman didn't say anything for the time being, just staring at the wine plate in his hand.

At this moment, next to the room where the two were, Shasha Iskandal stared at the wall impatiently, muttering, "Why hasn't that damn curly hair come out yet? How long will it take to stay?"

In contrast to Shasha's anxiety, in the room on the other side, Knight sat quietly in the room, looking at a machine on the tatami, with a look of nostalgia on his face - this kind of thing should be the instrument that the country and civilization that had long disappeared from history had used when she was still alive as a witch.

Now that the transformed metal is shaped according to her ideas, she can't help but feel a little moved, but just as she was feeling, a wave from the soul suddenly pulled her out of her memories - it was the fluctuation from the core of her partner's soul. This violent fluctuation made Knight instantly break the wall and come to Lehman's room.

"Dear, no.........My God, what's wrong?!"

Knight originally wanted to ask [It's okay], but the scene in front of her made her unable to ask - there was an extremely bright light burning around Lehman's body, which made her feel that her soul was burning and almost inaccessible; Sakata Gintoki, who was sitting opposite Lehman, was already scared and retreated to the wall. Just now, a burning sensation that made him feel almost like a ball of magma made him retreat instinctively as if he was burned by fire.

"I don't know anything!!! We're just drinking, I've drunk too!!!" Sakata Gintoki looked at Knight's murderous eyes and shook his hand desperately.

What was going on? Knight held back the burning sensation. Just as he was about to take a step forward, the burning sensation suddenly disappeared, the flame suddenly disappeared, and he concentrated on Lehman's right hand. He stretched out his hand, held Yinshi's wooden knife, and said slowly:

"So, is this your knife?"

The flames spread to the wooden knife, and the monitoring room of the Temple Army headquarters was in chaos--the power of the cosmic computer is increasing dramatically.

"Where is my knife?"
Chapter completed!