Thinking about it still makes him a little excited.
Muzan quickly purged the thoughts from Gyokko's mind; looking at the thoughts of these idiots was simply polluting his spirit.
He suddenly missed those temporary workers from the Lower Ranks. Although they were a bit useless, at least their thoughts were relatively normal. They held him in great awe and didn't dare to harbor wild ideas.
Among the Twelve Demon Moons, Kokushibou was the one he trusted the most. Aside from the slow progress in finding the Ubuyashiki Clan, he had never caused any problems in other matters. It was perfectly fine to call him the most trustworthy subordinate or collaborator.
After all, Muzan had put a lot of effort into recruiting him.
The birth of the Twelve Demon Moons's hierarchical system was inseparable from Kokushibou.
After all, he knew best how troublesome the Ubuyashiki Clan was. They were like unkillable cockroaches. Even if he spent effort to slaughter them once, as long as a small corner was left uncleared, they would rise again in a short time.
Moreover, the Demon Slayer Corps, in front of Muzan, were at most flies buzzing around.
Far less important than the blue spider lily.
Just take it step by step; they have plenty of time anyway.
He had enough trust in Kokushibou, but what was the result?
Is he also an idiot swayed by emotions?
Looking at these subordinates, each one like a brain-damaged person.
Upper Rank Two, always grinning. If he weren't somewhat useful, he would have been eliminated long ago.
Upper Rank Four, crying, crying, crying! All he does is cry! Crying from night till dawn, from dawn till night, how could crying kill Ubuyashiki? If he weren't somewhat useful, he would have been eliminated long ago!
Upper Rank Five, a paranoid without any artistic sense! All he cares about is his broken pot! If he weren't somewhat useful, he would have been eliminated ages ago!!
...Alright, he admitted that broken pot could sell for some meager money, so he was more useful than the others.
But not by much... The only normal one, Kokushibou, was now also foolish. Muzan was truly fed up.
Thinking carefully, the most normal ones among this group were Akaza and Gyuutarou, who had already been eliminated.
Although Akaza didn't eat women, he strictly carried out all assigned tasks and wasn't annoyingly cheerful.
Gyuutarou's ambition and greed were also admirable; he was very good at handling affairs.
And that child, Daki, although a bit foolish in the head, at least she was normal.
If he had known earlier, he should have bestowed more blood upon them, so they wouldn't have been easily killed, leaving him with no one to use.
The more Muzan thought, the angrier he became.
He simply waved his hand decisively: "You may leave."
They were annoying to look at!
The Upper Ranks retreated fearfully, leaving Douma, who noticed Kokushibou still kneeling on the ground, unwilling to rise, and couldn't help but approach him before leaving.
"Oh dear, Lord Kokushibou, please get up quickly~" Douma made a gesture to help him up, "Lord Muzan has already calmed down~"
Muzan, who intended to be the last to leave the office like a company boss, heard this and his face darkened as he swept a glance at the grinning Douma.
"Douma, are you very idle?"
Calmed down?
His lungs were practically bursting with anger right now.
Douma turned his head with a grin: "Oh, Lord Muzan, you know I am indeed very idle~"
Muzan's eyelids twitched slightly, realizing that it was indeed the case.
He had to research this and that every day, almost forcing himself to become an omnipotent scientist.
In his daily life, interacting with people meant wearing suits, then children's clothes, and sometimes even women's clothes. He was busy to death every day, without a single day of rest for hundreds of years.
The boss works so hard, what about the employees?
They lie in his Eternal Paradise Cult, revered all day long, doing nothing.
Angry, trembling, cold!
His own life as a boss was actually less comfortable than his employees'.
Truly a bunch of useless wastes.
Look at Ubuyashiki's subordinates, then look at his own?
It seemed that besides their passable strength, they had no other redeeming qualities!
"I believe Lord Kokushibou must know he was wrong, Lord Muzan, please forgi..." Douma said with a smile.
Muzan's voice rang out faintly: "Nakime."
Dong~
A sound of the biwa.
...ve him..." Douma looked at the messy room before him. In front of the bed, a young girl had been devoured, leaving only a few mangled remains, her vacant eyes still showing undissipated terror.
"Oh, why was I kicked out?" Douma scratched his head, looking at the bloody floor.
"Someone needs to clean up the room."
...After driving Douma away, Muzan's ears instantly quieted down, and he felt much refreshed.
However... Muzan looked down at Kokushibou, who was still kneeling in place: "Kokushibou, is there anything else?"
Although one misstep made him somewhat annoyed, it wasn't enough to punish him.
Kokushibou was a subordinate, but also a collaborator.
Muzan's attitude towards him was different, and he rarely used his mind-reading ability on him.
Mainly... this guy's mind was full of that monster's face... Muzan couldn't help but praise him, 'Brother, you're really something else.'
What was he thinking, wanting to think about it every day before sleeping?
He'd have to be brain-damaged to read Kokushibou's thoughts.
So, when talking to Kokushibou, he needed to listen to what the other person said.
Unlike others, he knew what they wanted to say before they even opened their mouths.
Kokushibou respectfully bowed his head and slowly said, "Lord Muzan, please give me another chance."
His tone gave a sense of not allowing refusal, yet his attitude was perfect.
As a samurai from the Sengoku Period, the order of hierarchy was ingrained in his bones.
A boss is a boss, a subordinate is a subordinate; the superior-subordinate relationship was clearly defined.
Even if Muzan regarded him as a partner, in his view, Muzan was like a master, deserving of respect.
Muzan frowned: "A chance? What chance?"
Kokushibou said in a deep voice: "I will definitely persuade Mizuki. Without a doubt, she belongs to our side."
"Oh?"
Kokushibou: "The power she possesses is no weaker than mine; she will surely be a great help to Lord Muzan."
Muzan narrowed his eyes, "In that case, I'll give you another chance."
As an observer, Muzan had watched quite a dramatic emotional play through Kokushibou's perspective.
Perhaps Kokushibou really had a chance to persuade that woman.
Anyway, trying doesn't cost anything...
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