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As for Gilgamesh, he showed an arrogant attitude that said he didn't care if you came or not.

It was impossible for him to use the meal time to communicate with the new Fu Mourning God.

Currently, there were only six Fu Mourning Gods.

They were barely enough to form a team.

If the Admiral wanted to salvage the Komusubi,

Other than the number one Battle Power, Firefly, and Mountain Lady Qie Guoguang, who had a higher level of training,

They were the only ones left.

It had to be said that the normal Komusubi was notoriously weak in Japanese warfare. Whether it was attack or defense, it was far inferior to the Tachi. Tsunetsugu Shuzhu Pills's super high defense was known as the Iron Wall.

Not long ago, the Admiral and Shuzhu Pills seemed to be in a bad mood. Kendo looked at Tsunetsugu, who was obviously not in the right state of mind, and felt that it was necessary to relieve the depression in his heart.

As well as to restore the morale of the Komusubi.

Kendo was happy to worry about things and take responsibility for the Inquisitor.

Although his performance was not as obvious as the Oda Gumi's suppression of the Hasegawa Division,

However, the title of "Aunty Waste Maker" was not given for nothing.

Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, Kendo finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do after lunch?

If the Admiral doesn't have any plans for the time being,

Why don't we find a quiet place to talk and get to know each other? "

"Okay!

I can prepare tea and snacks. "The first to respond to Kendo was Horikawa Kunihiro.

He whispered, "It would be better if Kami-san is also here."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro paused in the middle of eating, "I … I won't participate. Anyway, I'm just an imitation. It makes no difference whether I go or not." Besides, he still had to practice how to become the person his master liked.

Kokuhiro's rejection was within Kendo's expectations.

He knew that most of the time, Shanlao Qie was just saying no.

He still wanted to be with his companions.

Just as Kendo was thinking about how to invite Kokuhiro over, Lin Yiqian suddenly realized something.

Hado put down his chopsticks and touched his fingers.

Embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry!

Kendo.

In the afternoon, I plan to go to the accountant's office to sort out the accounts. "

Because of Gilgamesh's extravagant spending, Motomaru was already facing a financial deficit. Now, he was completely relying on the support provided by the automatic recovery of resources.

Hado would not be able to recoup his investment income so quickly, and he was too embarrassed to ask the Divine Inquisitor to use his own money to subsidize it. Hence, he decided to plan his expenses properly.

"I … I have something to do too." Firefly raised her hand weakly.

He finally got some money from Hado after much coaxing and pestering. He planned to go to Wanwu to buy a few books on philosophy to study after dinner.

As the initiator of the event, not receiving any response was a very awkward matter. Kendo and Kunihiro looked at each other across the air, understanding each other's helplessness.

"I have plans for the afternoon."

At this moment, Gilgamesh put his chopsticks on the chopstick pillow and glanced at the Fu Mourning God sitting in the hall. Under Kendo's expectant gaze, he said in a domineering manner, "All of you, go out. Be sure to increase your training to the level where you can participate in the chaos of Chengjiu."

Hence, under the orders of the Divine Inquisitor, the Fu Mourning God who had finished their lunch and packed their utensils were equipped. They set out to the battlefield with Inomata as their final goal.

From the Edo period's Toba to the Inomata during the chaos of Chengjiu, they had experienced fifteen battlefields, each more dangerous and difficult than the last.

Not only did it require the ability and endurance of the Fu Mourning God, but it also required the powerful spiritual power of the Divine Inquisitor. It was a severe test for both sides.

However, during the twelve-day double experience event, Gilgamesh was summoned as the highest honorary member of the Government of the Hour and enjoyed a 36% experience bonus. The Divine Inquisitor, who did not lack money and did not know how to save money, even bought a thick stack of [Double Experience Talismans] for the Fu Mourning God to use as they wished.

The Time Converter released a certain amount of authority, and the Fu Mourning God could choose a few battlefields on their own.

Gilgamesh, who felt that it was too troublesome to do it himself, expanded two more rooms and injected spiritual power that was so dense that it could condense into a substance.

Wang Cai had a relic that could prevent the spiritual power from spreading. The injured swords only needed to soak in the spiritual power pool in the room and their wounds would be healed.

Even Kendo could not help but exclaim, "Yo!

General, you're so generous! "

Therefore, with the support of the multiple buffs, the seemingly impossible task seemed to become less difficult.

As the previous few times they received new swords, Gilgamesh instructed the team leader not to bring back new swords for the time being. This way, the swords could be more focused on fighting.

The swords and Fu Mourning God were leveling up as if they were cheating. If they could not level up at the moment, they would leave the maps at the previous time to level up.

At the same time, they also had to be careful not to stay in one place for too long. Otherwise, it was very likely that they would attract a stronger third enemy — the Inspector.

Right now, it was impossible for them to defeat the Inspector and Inspector.

Along the way, Firefly was always the fastest one. He waved the Odachi that was longer than his body. He did not speak much, but his movements were especially swift.

"Hey!" "Dong!"

Two sounds, the Odachi swept across, and three Time Reversal troops fell at the same time, turning into a wisp of smoke. Then, Firefly happily shouted, "We won! We won!" and continued to rush forward without stopping.

After successfully defeating the Time Reversal troops that had sneaked in during the Honnoji chaos, they stood on the high slope and watched the raging fire engulf the entire Honnoji. Firefly, who was constantly floating Sakura Chuixue above his head, turned his head and was about to call everyone to set off for the next stop, Echizen. However, he found that the other people's faces were not so good.

Especially Hado and Kendo. Their faces were full of fatigue, and their bodies were leaning on each other, looking like they were about to collapse.

Kendo's originally white face was even paler and more transparent under the light of the fire. Although there were no wounds, it looked like he would not be able to cope with the next battle.

Ah!

Just now, he was so excited that he almost forgot that the Honnoji rebellion was the place where Akechi Mitsuhide betrayed and killed Oda Nobunaga.

As the Swords of the Oda Gumi, and also the Swords of the Short Swords, Kendo was probably reminded of the past.

What's the reason for Hado's similarly bad expression?

Is it because they deliberately missed the resources to kill the enemy to maximize the amount of experience points?

Well, that's probably it.

But what's wrong with the others?

Firefly's green eyes were bright because of the battle, like a piece of glowing turquoise.

After hesitating for a while, he finally asked tentatively, "Everyone has just entered the battlefield and may not be used to this kind of tense atmosphere. Why don't we go back to the Honmaru and rest?"

Only a little better than Kendo and Hado, the handsome young man's face wrinkled. He wanted to say, "Isn't it because you rushed to the front and kept snatching the credit?"

When they returned to the Honmaru, it was exactly four o 'clock in the afternoon. The Fu Mourning God consciously went to the room to take a Reiki bath, eat lunch, or replenish their energy and physical strength.

There were still about three hours before it was completely dark. If they hurried, they should be able to reach the Barrel Room.

"Master doesn't seem to be in the room, and I can't find him in the inner courtyard or the atrium." Kunihiro walked into the room with a plate of tempura, ripples in his clear eyes.

He had fried some tempura when he was cooking lunch, and it had just cooled down. He was going to send it to his master for afternoon tea, but no one answered the door.

"It's okay!

Master often disappears without anyone knowing.

But don't worry, Master is super strong. Maybe he's bored and went somewhere else to relax. "Hado crawled out of the Reiki Pool, muttering with a string of tri-colored dumplings in his mouth.

The light golden Reiki floated in the room, and the visibility was very low. Even with the excellent eyesight of the Fu Mourning God, he couldn't see the admiration and love in Hado's eyes when he talked about Gilgamesh.

Kunihiro frowned when he heard this, and expressed his dissatisfaction with Hado's nonchalant tone. "You, how can you say that?

Although Master's temper isn't very good, and he likes to wander around and spend money, he has never been strict with us when it comes to food and clothing. He even used so much Reiki to heal our hands.

This isn't the modern world, and a Divine Inquisitor without the protection of the Fu Mourning God is very dangerous. What if we meet a historical revisionist or a Dark Blade … No, I have to go find Master. "

The more the Fu Mourning God spoke, the more scared he became. His thin chest rose and fell violently. He put down the tray in his hands, anxiously pushed open the door, and ran out.

"Hey, hey, even if you want to find Master, where are you going to find him?" Hado put down the dumplings in his hands and hurriedly chased after him.

He couldn't help but regret that he didn't have time to tell his new companions that their master had the ability to travel through time and space at will. What a mistake.

Shiro Hado's wallet was full, and he tightly held onto the small amount of money that he had earned through his hard work.

Except for his master, no one could take a penny from him.

Because of the guests, Sadao Masao pushed the bicycle like a tour guide and enthusiastically introduced Gilgamesh to the customs and scenery of Xiao Zhong. "We're not far from the station. If you take the subway, it's fast and convenient, but you don't have an ID card."

"Does Mr. Zhen Ao also take the subway to and from work every day?" Firefly looked at the long iron box that was moving quickly and asked curiously.