When it was almost dawn,

Something on the bedside table started ringing without warning.

Although Cut Long Hasebe had roughly familiarized himself with how to use it in the past day,

However, he was still shocked by what he saw.

He ended the call,

Fu Mourning God, who was not very sleepy, followed The Inquisitor's instructions and dialed the number of The Inquisitor's friend, whom he had only met once at the hot spring party.

Zhou Sen, who was woken up, was only a little angry at the beginning of his first sentence,

When he heard Cut Long Hasebe's retelling, his attitude became gentle and friendly.

For the ancient people who were unfamiliar with the place,

In the absence of a guide,

It was a little too difficult to find a teleportation point in such a big city and learn how to use it.

Zhou Sen, who understood this very well, remotely guided the knife to turn on the positioning function on the phone and send the coordinates. After saying, "Wait a moment," he hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Fu Mourning God had just changed into a pullover sweater and ripped jeans when a cloud of black fog mixed with crackling sounds like electricity,

It abruptly appeared in this bedroom.

A handsome blonde young man jumped out of the black fog gracefully. He first lowered his head to tidy his clothes, and then a perfect smile hung on his face,

He stretched out his right hand to Fu Mourning God in the bedroom, "I'm Sen Straw,

It's easier to remember. You can also call me Zhou Sen. "

A trace of surprise flashed in the gray-haired knife's eyes when he "broke in."

His gaze swept across the other party's palm that stopped in the air, and then he half-bowed,

He chose to respond in a traditional way that was more suitable for the warrior class, "I'm Cut Long Hasebe.

Mr. Zhou,

I'm counting on you this time. "

"You don't have to be so polite," Zhou Sen replied with a smile,

Then he wrapped Cut Long Hasebe in the cloak that he had transformed into.

With a wave of the cloak, the two figures disappeared from the room.

Dozens of seconds later, in the central park of the Three Mishunos, two figures jumped out of the black fog.

There were teleportation points in large public places in every city.

These teleportation points were directly linked to a specific space independent of the current world, such as the Limitless City and the Sky Comprehensive Arena.

After demonstrating how to use the teleportation device, Zhou Sen and Cut Long Hasebe arrived at the Sky Comprehensive Arena.

Under the dark sky, a crescent moon hung at the top of a towering tower.

In the mist that was dyed colorful by the flashing neon lights, creatures of all shapes and sizes came and went. It was very lively and noisy.

Ji Kai was waiting for them in the lobby on the first floor.

He put on the long black windbreaker, sunglasses, and small leather boots again. The cold deterrence hidden in his bones was no longer concealed, and it was wantonly and ostentatious.

Damn it, something must have happened again …

Zhou Sen looked at his friend who was awake early in the morning and couldn't help but sigh.

Selfishly speaking, compared to the normal version of Ji Kai who was usually refined, polite, considerate, and distant, he actually quite liked this version of Ji Kai who was acting up.

He was much more interesting and proactive. If his aura wasn't so scary and he didn't throw flirtatious glances and fight, they would definitely get along very well.

"Thank you for bringing him here," Ji Kai spoke and seemed to be normal.

"Is your energy bar normal?"

Zhousen took the opportunity to pull him to the side and whispered.

Ji Kai opened it and then nodded at Zhou Sen.

At the same time, he glanced at Hasegawa out of the corner of his eye. He tapped on Hasegawa's head and opened up his character panel.

Why is the energy bar red?

Why is the need for food also red?

Did this guy not sleep at all?

Didn't he hire a part-time worker? Where did all the food go?

Wait, wait, what's with this profession?

A police trainee?

Zhou Sen nagged on the side, telling him not to fight too much and to rest more. He even pulled Hasebe aside and nagged at him.

The Inquisitor used his rationality to suppress the displeasure in his heart and ignored his friend's nagging. After a few perfunctory words, he pulled Cut Long Hasebe into the elevator.

"Is there anything you need to report to me in the next two days?"

Ji Kai pressed the button for the destination floor and asked.

Fu Mourning God, who was standing in the corner, shook his head in silence.

The other party didn't want to answer. Ji Kai curled his lips and didn't say anything else.

Nominally, he was the other party's master, but this kind of game setting was meaningless in Ji Kai's eyes.

In Ji Kai's eyes, these swords and knives were his roommates, or rather, "weapons" that he needed to take care of. If fate brought them together, it would be best, but if they didn't, he didn't care.

And since they weren't his, it was normal for them to have their own little secrets.

The two arrived at Kay's private floor 231.

Here, Ji Kai had an extremely large and luxurious room. This was a benefit that the arena management gave to the floor owners of each floor.

Every day, there was a professional cleaning staff, and there was also a personal butler.

"Room card."

Ji Kai sat on the classic French leather sofa and gave the room card to Cut Long Hasebe. "It's not convenient for me to see you at the apartment. Around this time every day, come here or come to This Pill to find me, okay?

Gray Hair Blade nodded.

"You know how to get This Pill from the apartment, right?"

“

Gray Hair Blade nodded again.

He really didn't like to talk.

Looking at the strong and powerful Fu Mourning God sitting there with his head lowered, The Inquisitor sighed. He couldn't help but think of the vivid expression of this vibrating blade in his dream.

Comparing the two, the one that looked more normal and likable.

"Okay, treatment." Ji Kai sat on the sofa and was too lazy to move. He patted the spot next to him.

Twenty minutes later, the routine treatment was over.

Cut Long Hasebe was lying on the sofa, his purple eyes were faintly misty.

Ji Kai wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, and at the same time, he removed the large all-purpose bandage that covered his waist.

This bandage was transformed from "Qi", which was waterproof and breathable. It was one of Ji Kai's favorite transformations.

"Hmm … It'll take a few more days."

Ji Kai took out some ointment from his pocket, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, and applied it while reminding Hasebe, "Hasebe, if you want to get better soon, you have to eat well and rest well."

"Yes."

Under The Inquisitor's care, Hasebe, who was enduring the discomfort of his wound, was extremely stiff. He didn't dare to move at all.

Ji Kai glanced at him coldly, snorted, and increased the pressure on his hand. He didn't expose Hasebe's lie.

Unlike ordinary players, Ji Kai had always been in a free-range mode for the characters he created, such as Wei Tao. He never controlled their behavior. At most, he would look at their status panel every now and then to help them maintain a good state.

But even if he only looked at the character panel, Ji Kai could grasp a lot of basic information.

For example, the character's personality, character's profession, character's work performance, character's needs, character's family relationship, and so on.

And for some important statistics, the system was considerate enough to provide real-time notifications.

After applying the ointment, Ji Kai wrapped his wound with Qi again, clapped his hands, and stood up.

Cut Long Hasebe hurriedly struggled to sit up. Because he moved too quickly, he tore his wound. Fu Mourning God couldn't help but groan.

"You sleep here for a while, you can leave after you've rested." The black-haired young man pointed to the super luxurious double bed in the inner room.

"Sir The Inquisitor, this … is not appropriate, right?"

Ji Kai glanced at him, turned around, bent over, and carried Fu Mourning God in his arms.

Cut Long Hasebe's eyes widened. The expression on his face was wonderful, and he opened his mouth to say something.

"Don't mess around."

The Inquisitor stretched out his finger and pressed it precisely on his mouth. His eyes were very serious as he looked over. "Good boy, go to sleep."

The gray-haired young man wanted to say something, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead. He closed them little by little.

Ji Kai released his finger from the "go to bed" option. He hugged Hasegawa and tucked him under the quilt. Seeing the bright red energy bar on the panel slowly rising, Ji Kai breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took out his spare phone from Hasebe's pocket, and transferred 100,000 Sim Coins from the family savings account to Fu Mourning God's personal account. He also wrote a note of "living expenses."

Well, it's all for the pet's living expenses.

The Inquisitor comforted himself and left the room. He came to the floor service desk and said, "Please arrange a match for me."

"When do you want it to be, Mr. Kay?"

"Now."

*

An hour later, the person who had finished three matches pulled out the chair in front of the bank service window on the first floor.

"I need to exchange money."

Ji Kai handed over his ID card, and the other party began to operate it.

A few minutes later, the communicator on Ji Kai's wrist beeped, indicating that a sum of money had been transferred to his account in Sword and Blade.

Looking at the account balance that was instantly filled up, the financial pressure that had been pressing on his head finally disappeared.

The Inquisitor, humming a tune, returned to This Pill and knocked on Yamamochi Kokuhiro's door.

The blond blade fighter followed The Inquisitor to the room on the second floor. He silently watched The Inquisitor close the door, take out the tea-making utensils from the cupboard, and sit cross-legged on the other side of the short table.

The aroma of tea spread, and the steam spiraled up.

The Inquisitor picked up a cranberry biscuit, squinted his eyes, and took a bite. He then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Yamamochi, did you get anything out of today's battle?"

The delicious taste of the food was transmitted to his nerves through his taste buds. The Inquisitor, who was completely relaxed, squinted his eyes. He leaned back into the cushion, held the teacup with both hands, and smiled as he asked his attendant.

"This, this is the battle report, please take a look." Yamamochi Kokuhiro lowered his head and handed over the written report with both hands.

Ji Kai took it and flipped through it.

The battle report recorded the number of battles the Fu Mourning God encountered, the number of enemies, the analysis of the enemy's strength, and so on.

Those who had been through hundreds of battles would know that there was nothing to write about after reading a few sentences. Yamamochi wrote so much, what a good and serious child.

The Inquisitor sighed in his heart. He closed the report, put the biscuits on the plate and poured the tea in front of Yamamochi, and couldn't help but praise, "This Pill has just been created. In the past two days, whether it was daily life or organizing the battle, it was all thanks to your help."

"Thank you."

"No, no …" Such affirmation was a bit too sudden for the blond blade fighter, who felt that he didn't help at all.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro shook his head vigorously, and his face was red, but he couldn't express his thoughts.

He was really cute, he really wanted to tease him …

— — No, no.

As soon as Ji Kai's bad taste appeared, he suppressed it.

Thinking about how Yamamochi had vaguely avoided him for the past two days, he knew that he had gone too far, so he quickly diverted his attention.

He got up and walked to the desk, took out the dozens of envelopes that he had organized on the way, and pushed them in front of Yamamochi.

The blond blade fighter looked up in confusion.

"This is everyone's pocket money for this month, give it to them for me."

"… …" The green eyes were stunned for a second, and soon, they were filled with disbelief.

Under Ji Kai's urging gaze, Yamamochi Kokuhiro finally hesitantly picked up the thick envelopes.

"Is there anything else?" The Inquisitor said with a smile.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who could no longer speak, shook his head mechanically.

"Then you can go."

The blond blade fighter kneeled to the side, bowed to Ji Kai, then got up, straightened his body, and stepped out of the door.

"Right, help me call Tarō."

There was another order from the door.