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The clothes beside him could be reached out with his hand.

The material of the clothes was soft and comfortable to the touch.

The material used for the tailoring was also quite particular.

Gilgamesh fiddled with the pile of clothes in front of him. Inner linings, sleeves, long sleeves, hairs, belts, and accessories.

The entire set should be quite complicated to wear.

Although the great and honorable Hero King had been in Japan for at least seven years, he rarely wore traditional Japanese clothing. At most, he wore a bathrobe after taking a bath or when he wanted to cool off at night.

This group of Fu Mourning God really knew how to cause trouble for him.

"Knock, knock, knock."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The voice of the person outside the room was a little nervous. "My Lord, are you awake?

Can you allow me to come in? "

"Come in."

Maeda came in with a mahogany food box. He probably didn't sleep the whole night.

He cried into the middle of the night. His eyes were red and swollen.

His light brown eyes were bloodshot.

He had suffered huge blows in the past few days.

Little Shortsword's slender body was visibly thinner and more haggard.

In addition, he was afraid of Luther Greenwell and didn't eat well.

The ribs on his chest could be faintly seen through his tight military uniform.

But he was so strong and sensible that it was amazing.

Last night, he was accepted by Gilgamesh. Because he was too sad and uneasy, and because it was already late, he hadn't formally met the new inquisitor. It would be rude if he didn't come today.

After all, he was the only benefactor who was willing to take him in as an ordinary Shortsword.

Maeda walked in front of Gilgamesh.

He put down the food box in his hand and formally bowed down.

He said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Maeda Teng Shiro.

I'm at the bottom of the Teng Shiro family.

Although I haven't made any great military achievements,

I'll serve you forever. "In the end, he added," If you're not tired of it … "

"Since I promised to take you in, Wang will naturally keep his promise."

In Gilgamesh's heart, this was a relatively satisfactory deal. As long as Maeda didn't do anything to anger him, it wouldn't be too troublesome to bring Motomaru back and let him live a good life.

Moreover, Gilgamesh actually didn't hate children.

"Would Your Highness like to have breakfast now?

It's just done, so it's still warm. "

After Gilgamesh nodded, Maeda placed the small dishes on the table one by one.

Breakfast was also traditional Japanese cuisine. There was miso soup, white rice, fried fish, tamako, and seasonal vegetables. It was relatively light and suitable for the stomach that had not eaten for a night.

After all the bowls and plates were placed, she saw that Gilgamesh was still sitting on the bed without moving.

The clever Little Shorts noticed the pile of clothes in the Divine Inquisitor's hands and immediately understood the reason.

"Your Majesty, may I come down and help you dress?"

"Okay." Gilgamesh nodded in satisfaction.

While Maeda was squatting at Gilgamesh's feet and adjusting the tassels on his clothes, the inquisitor casually asked, "Where are they?"

Maeda replied, "Today is the last day of the Komusubi's drop rate increase. We know that you specifically came to Motomata to get him, so we prepared for a long time. Therefore, everyone woke up early in the morning and went out to battle.

Kendo, Hado, and I stayed behind to wait for your orders. "

The two Universal Shorthairs were a little too much for this battlefield, so Yiche and Genicular Pill volunteered to replace Kendo and Hado in the team. Although Yiche was a little depressed that he didn't become the team leader, he still set out very seriously.

They thought that since Hado and Kendo were also from Fujiro's family, they could better comfort Maeda.

"So, who prepared this set of clothes?"

Gilgamesh opened his arms and allowed Maeda to put on the last piece of clothing for him.

It was a very luxurious haori. The translucent gauze garment was sewn with diamond-shaped patterns with four different tones of golden threads. The bottom of the garment was also embroidered with cherry blossoms and crescent moons, making it look grand and elegant.

Although the taste was not bad, it was obviously not suitable for battle.

"It's the new swordsman. When he came to visit my Lord this morning, he saw the armor hanging on the wall. He kept praising my Lord's good taste and said that you would definitely like this set of clothes."

Maeda turned to Gilgamesh and fastened the outer buckle of the haori for him. "Because we were afraid of disturbing you, everyone waited in the hall downstairs."

"Oh?

That's really delightful. "Gilgamesh waved the wide sleeves of his kimono. He didn't dislike this kind of luxurious style.

Speaking of luxurious clothing, as a member of the imperial household, his battle uniform was also very luxurious.

Thinking of this, Swordsman's nose twitched, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Then, as a drop of tear fell on the straw mat, the tears that he had been holding back for a long time couldn't be stopped.

Gilgamesh, who was in a good mood, patted Maeda's head. "Don't cry. When you follow me back to Honmaru, Wang will let you meet with One Vibration."

"Yes, thank you, my lord.

I'm very sorry to disturb your meal. Let me make the bed for you. "

Maeda wiped his tears with his small hands, knelt down, folded the quilt, smoothed out the wrinkles, and rolled up the quilt … He thought that Gilgamesh was just comforting him, but the One Vibration in Honmaru was different from his.

After breakfast, Gilgamesh opened the door, followed by Maeda. As they passed by the corridor on the second floor, they glanced around. Due to the raid last night, most of the Fu Mourning God and God's Inquisitors had left, and the bustling inn was much emptier.

In fact, even if that wasn't the case, they could still see the golden Fu Mourning God sitting in the corner of the lobby with Hado and Kendo.

In addition, there was also a green-haired Fu Mourning God with a ponytail. The four of them were sitting in a circle around the table, discussing something seriously, and didn't notice Gilgamesh's arrival.

"Kendo, why are you still holding the sword?

Come, relax and drink some tea.

With me, the real thing, there won't be any danger. "

Kendo thanked him and took the teacup, but his right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. "I have to protect the general's safety at all times. If there's a historical revisionist who sneaks up on us, I'll run him through with the sword hilt!"

"Uh-huh ~" The green-haired Fu Mourning God suddenly laughed. "Is this the legendary aura of Mr. Yao's 2.8 meters?

I wonder if Kendo will still be so careful when Master runs him through. "

The naive Hado immediately retorted, "Qing River, what nonsense are you talking about?

Master is very good, he wouldn't do that kind of thing to Kendo. "

"It's not that kind of thing, it's' that kind of thing ', it's something that makes both parties happy … Hey, hey, hey, Kendo, don't be angry, don't be agitated.

I just saw that you were too nervous, so I made a joke to make everyone relax. "The smiling Qing River looked at the sharp dagger in front of his neck and raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't talk about the general behind his back." Kendo retracted the dagger and warned, "And don't lead my equally naive and pure brothers astray."

Looking at the Fu Mourning God who didn't realize they were fooling around, Maeda sniffed and kindly reminded them, "The God Inquisitor is here."

The Fu Mourning God valued their first meeting with the God Inquisitor. If they left a bad impression, it would be very difficult to change it in the future.

After all, there were so many Fu Mourning God in a Honmaru, but there was only one God Inquisitor.

Only then did the Fu Mourning God notice Gilgamesh who was standing less than five meters behind them.

"Mas … Master …" Everyone stood up from their seats and lowered their heads to greet the God Inquisitor.

Especially the smiling Qing River, he was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wow!

The God Inquisitor's entire body is shining like the real deal! "Toru Washuka looked up at Gilgamesh and couldn't help but exclaim.

His soft purple hair swayed gently with his movements. "Looks like the Master and I get along very well. After all, we share the same noble taste that can't be matched by counterfeits."

Gilgamesh raised his chin. Toru Washuka's words made him very happy. "The King's taste is naturally the best. Whether it's weapons, wine, or clothes, it's all the same."

At that moment, the shining golden God Inquisitor and the equally shining golden Fu Mourning God regretted not meeting each other sooner.

"By the way, Wang overheard your conversation just now. I'm a little curious about what could make both of you happy."

Gilgamesh didn't pay attention to the Fu Mourning God's little antics. He felt that the two new Fu Mourning God seemed to be quite interesting.

Kendo, who was usually calm and serious, raised his head and stammered as he waved his hand. "No, nothing … Don't be infected by their filthy thoughts, Admiral."

The smiling Qing River had already calmed down. He held the golden egg that the God Inquisitor had just given him with an intoxicated expression. "Master, you haven't seen Kendo when he's chained, right?

The question of an ignorant and ignorant teenager is really pleasing to the mind and body. "After he finished speaking, he let out a series of strange chuckles that sounded like a veteran driver's.

Gilgamesh looked at Kendo, who was standing beside him, and gave an equally enigmatic smile. "Yes, I haven't seen it, but I can give it a try when I get back."

Kendo's pale cheeks were dyed with a crimson color, and his ears were like irises that were about to bleed.

There was never a moment when he felt that Motokamaru was so desperate for the One Vibration to purify the filth.

Whether it was Ishikiemaru or Tachi Taro, please return their serious and ascetic Admiral.