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"Come in."

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

He cried until the middle of the night. His eyes were red and swollen, and his light brown eyes were bloodshot.

He had suffered huge blows in a few days.

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 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, 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 achievements, I will always serve you. "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 much trouble to bring back Benmaru and let him live a good life.

Besides, Gilgamesh didn't hate children.

"Does the lord want to have breakfast now?

It's just done.

It's still hot. "

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

Breakfast was also traditional Japanese cuisine.

Miso soup, white rice, fried fish, tamako, and seasonal vegetables.

It was relatively light.

It was suitable for a stomach that hadn't eaten all night.

After all the dishes were placed, he saw that Gilgamesh was still sitting on the bed without moving.

The clever shortsword noticed the pile of clothes under the inquisitor's hand and immediately understood the reason.

"Lord, let me come down and help you dress?"

"Okay." Gilgamesh nodded with satisfaction.

"What about them?" the inquisitor asked casually as Maeda squatted at Gilgamesh's feet and tidied the tassels on his clothes.

Maeda replied, "Today is the last day of the Komusubi's drop rate. I know that you came to Mohata to get him. I prepared for a long time, so everyone got up early in the morning and went out.

Potion Researcher, Bodo, and I stayed behind to wait for your orders. "

.................... Although not being.....................................................................

What they were thinking was that Bodo and Pharmaceutical Research happened to be from Teng Shiro's family, so they could better comfort Maeda.

"So who prepared this set of clothes?"

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

It was a very luxurious Haori. The translucent gauze garment was sewn with four different colors of golden silk threads to form a diamond-shaped pattern. The bottom of the garment was embroidered with cherry blossoms and a crescent moon, 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 went to Gilgamesh and fastened the outer buckle of the Haori for him. "Because they were afraid of disturbing you, everyone waited in the hall downstairs."

"Oh?

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

Speaking of luxurious clothes, as a member of the Imperial Household, Brother One's battle uniform was also very luxurious.

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

Then, with a "plop" sound, a drop of tear fell on the straw mat. The tears that he had been holding back for a long time could not 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 Brother One of One Vibration."

"Yes, thank you, 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 Brother One of One Vibration in Honmaru was different from his Brother One.

After breakfast, Gilgamesh pushed open the door with Maeda following him. When they passed by the corridor on the second floor, they glanced around. Because of the raid last night, most of the Fu Mourning God and God's Inquisitors had left. The originally bustling inn was much emptier.

In fact, even if that was not the case, they could still see the golden Fu Mourning God sitting in the corner of the hall 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. They did not notice Gilgamesh's arrival.

"Kendo, why are you still holding a 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 a historical revisionist attacks, I will run through his body together with the hilt of the sword!"

"Uh-huh ~" The green-haired Fu Mourning God suddenly laughed. "Is this the legendary aura of the Medicine Master?

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

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

Master is very good. He would never do that to Kendo. "

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

I just saw that you were too nervous, so I made a joke to make everyone relax. "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 withdrew his sword and warned, "And don't lead my equally naive and pure younger brothers astray."

Seeing the Fu Mourning God fooling around without noticing, 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 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 Smiling Qing River, who was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wow!

The God Inquisitor 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, they are all the same."

At that moment, the shining God Inquisitor and the equally shining 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 actions. 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... General, don't be infected by their filthy thoughts."

Smiling Qing River had long since calmed down. He held the golden egg that the God Inquisitor had just given him with an intoxicated look. "Master, you haven't seen Kendo when he's chained, have you?

The questions of an ignorant and ignorant teenager are really pleasing. "After he finished speaking, he let out a series of strange laughter like an experienced driver.

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 go 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 that could purify the filth.

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

Wait a minute, your God Inquisitor is actually not what you think …

Not only were humans fighting, but the Fu Mourning God led by the God Inquisitor was also fiercely fighting against the historical revisionists.

There was only one and a half days left before the Komusubi drop rate would increase. Many God Inquisitors who had not yet delivered their goods had to race against time and repeatedly fight against the endless time reversal army.

Gilgamesh sat by the window, where he had a wide view and could even see the hostel opposite. He picked up a piece of freshly fried taiyaki and took a bite.

In the distance, there was an earth-shattering sound of thunder at the same time. The incessant bluish purple lightning illuminated the night as if it was daytime.

The dark sky seemed to be brewing a downpour.