At first, Kendo was worried that the new Fu Mourning God would have problems getting along with the inquisitor. After all, the two of them had different personalities … One of them thought highly of himself and kept talking about the real thing and the fake thing all the time, while the other was always flirting with dirty jokes.

Later, Kendo felt that there was no need for them to get along so well.

He looked at his two younger brothers, squeezed on a bench, innocently holding their heads as they listened to the conversation between the general, the smiling Qing River, and Toru Washuka. Kendo's head hurt more and more.

They were like experienced and knowledgeable professors, presenting their academic reports in the great hall. Occasionally, they would comment and compliment each other, complimenting each other's research results.

On the other hand, Hado and Maeda were students who were extremely thirsty for knowledge. They listened attentively to the lectures of their seniors.

"Is this the philosophy master talked about?

I have to remember it and tell Firefly when I get back. "Hado held a pen and recorded the priceless advice of the inquisitor without missing a single word.

His hands, which were used to playing with the abacus, were very agile. He wrote very quickly and did not delay his thinking at all.

"Philosophy …" Maeda's face was full of admiration. "I heard from Ge Xian before that there was a great philosopher and thinker in the 17th century. His theory could promote the liberation of the human mind and save the human mind. He was probably like the Lord, right?"

No!

It's not like that. This is not philosophy at all.

Kendo wanted to grab his younger brother's collar and roar.

He felt like there was a nail on the bench. He could not sit still no matter how hard he tried. Finally, he could not help but get up and walk out of the door with trembling hands and feet.

"Kendo's back looks so sad and haggard!

What's going on? "Maeda looked at Kendo's back and shook Hado's arm a little worriedly.

Hado put down the pen and moved his sore fingers. "Maybe Kendo thinks that philosophy is too difficult to understand, so his self-esteem was hurt.

Let's not disturb him and let Kendo think quietly for a while.

Time flew by like a white steed flitting through a crack.

As the sun set in the west, the red sunset that covered the entire sky was chased away by the stars. The troops that went out had yet to return. Fu Mourning God, who stayed in the inn, gradually became uneasy.

It was a well-known fact that Tachi and Dachi were not good at night battles. If they forced themselves too much, they might get seriously injured.

Toru Washuka knelt in front of Gilgamesh and placed the golden blade horizontally in front of him. He requested, "Master, I request to go and support the first team. At the same time, I want to show you the sharpness of the real thing."

"Master, please allow me to go with you. If a lost lamb encounters a spirit, only I can kill it," the smiling Qing River stroked the bangs in front of her forehead, revealing her scarlet eyes that were covered by her hair.

"General, I also …"

"No, none of you need to go."

Gilgamesh interrupted Kendo's words. As the Fu Mourning God hesitated to speak, he continued, "They have returned."

Returned?

Even Hado, who had the highest detection ability, did not notice it. How did the God Inquisitor know?

However, seeing Gilgamesh's firm and irrefutable tone, everyone unanimously chose to believe in their God Inquisitor.

Ten minutes later, a series of footsteps rang out on the empty stone street. The Daggers were the first to raise their heads in surprise. After a while, with a soft creak, the slightly closed door of the small hostel was pushed open. The familiar footsteps were stepping on the wooden floor as they went upstairs.

"One, two, three, four, five, six … seven!"

The Daggers nervously closed their eyes and concentrated on counting the footsteps. Other than the team members that they sent away in the morning, there was another unfamiliar footstep.

The footsteps paused slightly. Fu Mourning God, who was standing at the door, gently knocked on the door.

Gilgamesh tiredly raised his finger. Hado, who received the signal, excitedly ran to open the door.

"Master, we are back. Team One has successfully completed the mission."

As the team leader, Yamamochi Kokuhiro stood at the front. Although his body was a little tired, it could not hide the vigor in his eyes. He said sonorously, "The Komusubi has been successfully brought back for you."

As the Fu Mourning God moved aside and stood on both sides of the God Inquisitor, the young man with the Tachi slowly walked forward.

He was wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. A large part of his chest and one of his arms were exposed to the air. The lines of his muscles were well-proportioned and smooth. A fluffy black ball of wool hung on his chest, adding a bit of childishness and innocence to him.

The Komusubi gentlemanly placed his right hand on his chest and revealed his cute canine teeth as he introduced himself, "Although it is very big, it is still a Komusubi.

No, this is not a joke.

And it is not a fake either.

The name is small!

But it is very big! "

"Legend has it that this Tachi was made with the help of Inato Akinami. Seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary. It is indeed the real thing, master." Toru Washuka, who was very sensitive to the word 'fake', said.

Smiling Qing River laughed and teased, "Yes, yes. The Sanjo family's swords always emphasize their size. I don't know what kind of size it is." His raised voice gave people a bad feeling.

"No matter what, it is very big!

If you don't believe me, you can show it to master. You can also touch it. It is right here. "

Unexpectedly, Little Fox Ball wasn't Snickersnee, who didn't know the ways of the world. He didn't show a trace of embarrassment or indignation because of Smiling Azure River's teasing words. He had already begun to calmly undo the buckles on his shoulder armor.

"Ahem …" For the first time, Kendo was glad that there were only two younger brothers in Motomaru so far. He could even stretch out two hands to cover their eyes.

He saw that the general was still sitting there calmly and had no intention of stopping him. He even picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea as if he was watching a show.

Kendo was getting more and more desperate. He looked at the Shuzhu Pills who had his eyes tightly shut, the innocent Kokuhiro who did not notice the strange atmosphere, and the young Kunihiro and Firefly who did not know anything. In the end, they stopped at the Minamoto brothers, hoping that as the seniors, they could stop the Motomaru which needed to be purified.

Yiche smiled and rubbed his chin under Kendo's expectant gaze. He said unconsciously, "The sword has been in this world for thousands of years, so most things don't matter anymore, right?"

The Genicular Pill nodded cooperatively, "Brother is right."

Kendo could not be understood at all. He could only fight alone. He said in a low and magnetic voice, "Ahem, Your Highness Komusubi, please restrain yourself a little. There are underage children here!"

"Your Highness Kendo, what are you thinking about?"

The Komusubi put down the last piece of armor and took two steps forward. He knelt beside Gilgamesh and lay down on the pillow on Gilgamesh's right hand. He blinked innocently, "I just want my master to touch my shiny and smooth hair!"

"Then, then why did you take off your armor?" Kendo stuttered.

"Because the armor is very hard. It's not good if it hurts my master."

The Komusubi said in an enlightened tone, "Your Highness Kendo, don't tell me you're thinking about that kind of thing?

Aiyaya, your thoughts are really impure. I'll ask Shi Qimaru to purify your soul one day.

Hmm, he's always been good at this kind of thing. "

"I'm not!" Kendo who was suddenly given the title of the dirtiest person in the entire Motomaru blushed and quickly denied it.

"Okay, okay. You're not. I misunderstood."

Hey, hey, what's with the helpless tone you use to coax a child?

He would never believe that the Komusubi did not deliberately say those words to mislead him.

Kendo thought with grief and indignation, "Brother Ichidate, come quickly!

I really can't protect my brothers by myself. "

"Master, can you help me comb my hair?"

The Komusubi rubbed Gilgamesh's arm and begged.

Gilgamesh looked down at the tachi lying beside his hand. Because of his tall body, he could only curl up like a real pet.

The young inquisitor couldn't help but recall the lion he raised when he was the king of the Uruk Empire in the Sumerian Dynasty. Although the lion was brave and invincible on the battlefield, it usually liked to lie at his feet. Occasionally, it would coquettishly rub against his calf and ask to be stroked. Then, after he stroked it, it would happily purr like a cat.

Thinking of the past, Gilgamesh's eyes became gentler. He said, "As a king, sometimes you should listen to the humble wishes of your people."

He reached out his hand and stroked the top of the Komusubi's head. His fingers weaved through the thick hair and gently stroked his head.

It was smooth and smooth to the touch, just like real fur. The repetitive movements didn't make him feel bored.

The two tufts of hair on the top of the Komusubi's head moved like real animal ears. He narrowed his eyes happily. "It feels really good to be stroked by master. I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

Night fell, and the sky was filled with stars.

As the clock struck midnight, the event to increase the drop rate of the Komusubi came to an end.

After the last dinner in the small hotel, Gilgamesh, who had successfully finished the event, set the coordinates of the pocket watch to Honmaru.

In the night, a gentle yellow halo enveloped all the swords and Fu Mourning God, and then they all disappeared from this era.

"Finally back!

It's been a long day. Everyone can go back and have a good rest. "

Appearing in front of the space-time converter outside the courtyard, Hado waved his hand and asked everyone to go to their rooms to rest.

However, he found that the atrium where the Fu Mourning God lived in the distance was dimly lit.

"Didn't we turn off the lights before we left?

How much is the electricity bill! "Hado said with a pained expression.

"No, it was daytime when we left. We didn't turn on the lights at all." Firefly refuted him.