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Kendo stared at Yamamochi Kokuhiro with his beautiful purple eyes for a while and shook his head.

It would be strange if Kokuhiro said something like, "What's not used to here?" or "What's missing in life?"

As for Gilgamesh, he showed an arrogant attitude that said, "Fuck off if you don't want to come. I don't care what you think." It was even more impossible for him to use his meal time to communicate with the new Death God of Swords Fu.

Currently, there were only six Fu Mourning God, 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 common short saber was notoriously weak in the Japanese war. 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 have a bad relationship. 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 Honmaru army.

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 Unit.

However, the name "Waste Aunt Maker" was not given for nothing.

Seeing that everyone was almost done eating,

Kendo finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you guys 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? "

"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 … won't be joining.

Anyway, I'm just an imitation. It doesn't matter 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.

Deep down, 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 rubbed his fingers together. He said embarrassedly, "Sorry!

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

Because of Gilgamesh's extravagant spending on things, Motomaru was already facing a financial deficit. Now, he was completely relying on the subsistence of 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.

After much coaxing and pestering, she finally managed to get some Jiazhou gold from Hado. After lunch, she planned to go to Wanwu to buy a few books on philosophy to study.

As the initiator of the activity, it was very awkward to not get any response. Kendo and Kunihiro looked at each other across the air. They both understood 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 Chengjiu Chaos."

Thus, 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 Toba in the Edo period to Inomata in the Chengjiu Chaos, they had experienced 15 battlefields. Each one was more dangerous 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 parties.

However, during the twelve-day double experience event, Gilgamesh was summoned as the highest honorary member of the Government of the Hour. He 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, built two more rooms for his hands. He also injected spiritual power that was so dense that it could condense into a substance into the pool.

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

Even Kendo could not help but exclaim, "Yo!

General, you're so generous! "

Thus, with the support of these multiple buffs, this 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 swordsmen could focus more on fighting the enemy.

The Fu Mourning God players leveled 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 strong 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!"

With 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 chaos at Honnoji, they stood on the high slope and watched the raging fire engulf the entire Honnoji. Firefly turned his head and was ready to call everyone to set off for the next stop, Echizen. However, he realized that the others did not look too good.

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

Kendo's white face looked 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 fight the next battle.

"Ah!"

They were so excited that they almost forgot that Honnoji was the place where Akechi Mitsuhide betrayed and killed Oda Nobunaga.

As an Oda-gumi's Katana, and a Katana that was famous for his loyalty, Kendo probably recalled the past.

What was the reason for Hado's similarly bad complexion?

Was it because they deliberately missed the resources to kill the enemy and gain the most experience points?

Well, that was probably the case.

But what about 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. How about we go back to the Honmaru and rest?"

Only a little better than Kendo and Hado, the handsome face of the threatening youth wrinkled. He wanted to say, "We became like this 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 into the room to take a Reiki bath and eat lunch or rice dumplings to 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. 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 eyes that were as clear as a lake.

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 no matter how he knocked.

"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 climbed out of the Reiki Pool and muttered with a string of tri-colored rice dumplings in his mouth.

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

Kunihiro frowned when he heard this. He was dissatisfied with Hado's indifference. "You, how can you say that?

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

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

The more the young man said, the more scared he felt. His thin chest rose and fell violently. He put down the tray in his hands and 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 rice dumplings in his hands and hurriedly chased after him.

He couldn't help but feel regretful that he didn't have time to tell his new companions that their Master had the ability to travel to any space and time at will. It was a mistake.

One Vibration looked at the unconscious Hado and Kendo. There was a trace of sadness and mockery in his voice. "Even if you're willing to keep the sword that killed your Master, your Fu Mourning God won't accept it."

"My brother … Maeda and everyone else is in your hands."

One Vibration bent his straight back and put his forehead on the cold bamboo mat, formally bowing.

"Wang made a promise, there is no possibility of going back on it. Moreover, this is a mutually beneficial transaction between you and me."