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It was really time for actual combat training.

He didn't even know when his master took it away.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro hurriedly 'pulled' his main body out and ran after his inquisitor.

He followed Gilgamesh into the inner courtyard.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro stopped as he watched his master walk towards the independent building in the depths of the corridor.

That was the inquisitor's private territory. No one could enter without the permission of the owner of this Honmaru.

"Master —" As Gilgamesh ascended the last stair, "Master —"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro mustered up his courage and called out to him, "Master, is there anything else you need?" This Honmaru had just been built, and his master hadn't forged a knife yet.

At the moment, he was the only Fu Mourning God.

Cooking, feeding the horses, plowing the fields, cleaning the house... Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly felt that he had a great responsibility.

There was a sense of happiness from being valued. But before that, the most important thing was to figure out the needs of the inquisitor.

Gilgamesh didn't stop. Just as he was about to open the door and enter,

He said, "Go and prepare the hot spring!

Soaking in the hot spring and drinking sweet red wine is also a kind of pleasure. "

"Yes, Master."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro waited until the inquisitor closed the door before turning around and leaving.

Cleaning the hot spring walls, adjusting the water temperature, and preparing a clean bathrobe for his master.

The afternoon was still a little tight.

Gilgamesh sat down casually on the soft cushion in front of the low table. He didn't like to kneel, and he wasn't used to this kind of Japanese-style low table. He also didn't have the habit of making do with himself.

It was worth mentioning that..,

Under the strong request of many inquisitors who squatted at home..,

The Government of the Hour very humanely put up the Wanwu online shopping function.

Gilgamesh turned on the terminal on the table.

He ordered a lot of things according to his own taste.

While waiting for the goods to be delivered to his door, Gilgamesh took out an exquisitely carved golden pocket watch. With a "kacha" sound of metal colliding, the pocket watch was opened. There were three dials inside, and the hands were motionless as if they were broken.

This was the core of the space-time converter, controlled by the Divine Inquisitor. In other words, only when the Divine Inquisitor adjusted the clock on the dial to a specific point in time could the space-time converter be used to travel to a different space-time.

After arriving at this Motokamaru, Gilgamesh discovered that the Motokamaru in a specific time coordinate was very similar to the Heroic Spirit Throne in an independent timeline.

However, the connection between the Throne of Martyrs and the outside world was one-way. After the Martyrs returned to the Throne of Martyrs, they could only wait for the next summon before they could leave. Motomaru, on the other hand, was connected to the space-time of the outside world in both directions. As long as he used the space-time converter, he could freely travel to the coordinates set by the Government of the Hour.

They could only go back and forth to the given coordinates, but Wang was here to break the rules.

Gilgamesh drew a hexagram magic circle on the table. The six gems were placed around the magic circle, and the dial was placed in the center of the circle.

The young inquisitor began to chant an incomprehensible spell. The silver light lit up the engravings on the magic circle inch by inch. The howling wind caused the doors and windows to shake violently. When the magic circle was completely lit up, the young inquisitor disappeared from his room.

Golden light spots slowly gathered, and Gilgamesh appeared in an unfamiliar room.

Tsk, that was it.

The unfamiliar environment did not make Gilgamesh cautious. He did not turn invisible, but calmly opened the door and walked out.

He walked along the long corridor, looking at the scenery around him. The structure of the buildings here was roughly the same as his Motokamaru, and the decorations were very tasteful.

After turning another corner, Gilgamesh saw two people sitting in the maple leaf corridor in front of the atrium. No, to be precise, it was one person, and one Fu Mourning God.

The young human did not show any panic at the "intruder" who appeared in his Motokamaru. He held the hand of the Fu Mourning God that was about to take the knife and shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

Then, he picked up an inverted green jade cup from the small table beside him, poured a glass of wine, and warmed it with spiritual power. He raised the glass full of wine to Gilgamesh and said with a smile, "Isn't it a pleasure to have friends from afar?

I have good wine to treat you. Would you like to have a drink with me? "

Gilgamesh looked at the human in front of him. He was wearing a simple white robe, with fine patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. His long hair was loosely tied behind his back. His eyebrows were like black ink, and his temperament was not something that ordinary people could compare with.

Ji Xiansi was also looking at Gilgamesh. The gold necklace on his slender neck was like a nouveau riche, but because of his handsome temperament, it was not conventional. His flamboyant and unruly eyebrows made the fiery red maple leaf lose its color. Wanton, arrogant, this was what he should have.

For a moment, the two of them secretly admired each other.

"Wang doesn't like bland and tasteless Japanese sake." Gilgamesh said as he walked closer.

When he was summoned by Shi Chen, as one of the three families of the Yu family, the Yuanzaka family naturally did not lack high-quality sake. But Gilgamesh only described it as "bland and tasteless."

Ji Xiansi chuckled. "This is not sake. It's called Nu 'er Hong. The alcohol content is very strong."

Gilgamesh took the wine cup and looked. Indeed, it was not sake. The wine in the cup was amber in color, clear and transparent, and a tempting fragrance assailed his nostrils.

The cup of wine went down his throat. The thick and mellow feeling reverberated in his stomach, lingering in his mouth for a long time.

"Good wine, it really is good wine." Gilgamesh laughed heartily.

When he wanted to drink another cup, his right hand slowly dispersed into golden light spots. The green jade cup rolled on the wooden floor, making a crisp sound.

The magic power of the magic array in the room was about to run out. "Wang, it's time to leave. It was a pleasure drinking with you. I can't help but remember my good friend."

His left hand that had not yet dissipated was stuffed into an unopened wine jar. "Here, a gift to accompany you. Go back and slowly taste it with your sword."

"This is also Nu 'er Hong?" Gilgamesh raised the wine jar. The jar was carved with mountain pavilions, water pavilions, flowers, insects, birds, and beasts.

"This is Hua Diao Wine. It's brewed in the same way as Nu 'er Hong, but the year is different …"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro held his sword and pointed at the magic array on the short table uneasily.

Ten minutes ago, he had just cleaned the hot spring and wiped the sweat off his forehead. When he was about to open the valve and pour in the natural hot spring, he heard a strange vibration. He looked up and saw a beam of light flash past the building where the God's Inquisitor lived. Yamamochi Kokuhiro was very worried, so he came to confirm the God's Inquisitor's safety.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro got more and more uneasy after calling a few times downstairs without getting a response. He ran up the stairs and stood by the door. His detection was not low, but he could not detect any movement inside.

"Sorry, master, I'm coming in!"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro gathered his courage and opened the door.

There was no one in the room. All kinds of decorations were scattered on the floor. Yamamochi Kokuhiro cautiously pulled out his main body and walked into the room. He saw strange patterns on the table outside the room.

Just as Yamamochi Kokuhiro was hesitating about whether to attack, Gilgamesh walked out of the bedroom. "Why did you come in?" His voice was emotionless.

"I'm sorry, master."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro quickly knelt down and apologized. He was not good with words and did not want to explain anything. It was his fault for barging into the God's Inquisitor's room, even if it was because he was worried about his master's safety.

Gilgamesh put away the pocket watch on the table. "The experiment was a success. I've gained a little from this trip. When Wang fully masters it, I'll take you to broaden your horizons."

Experiment?

Trip?

Yamamochi Kokuhiro did not know what the God's Inquisitor had been doing or where she had gone, but it was not important. His master had said that he would take him along if there was a chance.

Just then, the communicator at the door suddenly rang.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro got up and turned on the communicator at Gilgamesh's signal. On the other side of the video, a young man with the words "Wanwu" printed on his shirt greeted them cheerfully. "Hello, God's Inquisitor!

I'm Wanwu 008 delivery man. The goods you ordered have been delivered by Little Skylark Express. Can you let me in? "

Gilgamesh remembered that he had bought a lot of things before.

The delivered goods were all unloaded in the courtyard, which took up almost a third of the spacious courtyard.

Gilgamesh felt that he should find a few helpers, preferably faster. Otherwise, Kokuhiro alone would not be able to finish moving everything in the middle of the night.

Gilgamesh said to Fox's Assistance, who was trying to minimize his presence in the corner. "Take me to the forging room."

"This is the forging room. There are two initial forging furnaces. If you need, you can expand them."

Fox's Assistance led Gilgamesh to the forging room. He tried to simplify the introduction as much as possible. "You only need to adjust the values of the resources and inject Reiki into the talisman. Then, the Bladesmith Spirit-branded Retainer will help you forge the knife.

You can try using the default values first … "

Before Fox's Assistant could finish his words, Gilgamesh had already pressed the start button of the forging knife.

"One, one shot into the soul …" Fox's Assistance widened his eyes and stared at the short knife forging time that would only appear under certain circumstances.

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