Earn a small sum of money through fighting,

Ji Kai had finally temporarily solved the urgent problem that affected his appetite.

However, for a miser, such a path of spending money was not a long-term solution. Establishing a healthy cycle of self-sufficiency in the game was the ultimate goal.

With this thought in mind, The Inquisitor, who had slept soundly with Tarō Tarō in his arms, got up early in the morning and had breakfast. Then, he plunged into his room,

Lying in front of the computer, he began to study the operating system of This Pill.

In the game of sword and saber dance, apart from the monthly salary to The Inquisitor in the form of Jia Zhou gold, as well as the special drops in specific maps and the occasional official reward event, the other mission rewards were all in the form of assets.

And this mission system was divided into three major parts: main mission, daily, and monthly.

The main mission guided The Inquisitor to play the game normally according to the game's design route,

The daily mission could ensure that This Pill was maintained normally. As for the monthly income,

Most of them were data requirements, and the rewards were pitifully small,

But they would be counted on the corresponding monthly rankings.

In this way, The Inquisitor's name could be checked in the world. Not only could it attract the attention of others among the common people, but it would also accumulate a lot,

The next time the government of time held a limited number of activities or gave back to players,

It would also be prioritized.

Ji Kai clicked on the [Daily Life] section to study and found a series of missions that he had already done, such as going out of the array, forging knives, repairing, forming a formation, and so on.

He casually added the number,

The Inquisitor felt that he had missed out on a hundred million.

As for the other missions that he had not done..,

Such as drills, synthesis, and expeditions..,

In terms of mission requirements and rewards, the price-performance ratio was not high.

I'll put this aside for the time being. I'll collect the daily assets today.

With this thought in mind, Ji Kai turned to the [Formation] interface and organized all the newly forged swords into the second unit.

In this way, the two units in This Pill were full. The personnel were as follows:

First Unit: Yamamochi Kokuhiro, Gokusen Kanazane, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Tarō Tarō, Five Tigers Retreat, Candlestick Tachibana.

The second unit: Mutsuo Moriyoshi, Koyazufumi, Horikawa Kunihiro, Zong San Zuofeng, Jiazhou Qingguang, Daikurigara.

The old-fashioned printer next to the computer immediately spat out two sheets of white paper with the names of the two teams written in cursive.

At the same time, a box popped up on the computer screen, indicating that he had completed a mission.

[Second Unit: Appoint the captain of the Second Unit and form it into the Second Unit.

Reward: 100 Jade Steel, 100 Stone, 1 Request Talisman]

No matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. Ji Kai muttered to himself as he clicked on the button to store the reward in the upper right corner.

Then, he took the opportunity to look at the main mission. The first few pages were filled with missions such as "Taitō's Main Unit", "Suda Quchi Unit", and "Dagger Unit". Ji Kai thought for a while and realized that the game followed a spiral path of consuming assets → producing weapons → going out to kill enemies → returning home to repair → consuming assets → taking the initiative to complete missions → acquiring assets → producing weapons.

There was no need to use any brains at all. As long as he followed the main mission directory, he would be able to get started and play the game smoothly.

Of course, from another perspective, this meant that the game's path had been fixed by the producer.

Therefore, his original idea of only living a normal life and not fighting was completely unfeasible without spending money on the game.

The Inquisitor, who realized this point again, could not help but sigh.

In this day and age, it was fine in the real world, but even in the game, there was no such thing as a pure land where one could eat, drink, and play without work.

The Inquisitor, who was very frustrated, stood up, walked to the door and shouted into the small room at the side, "Yamamochi?"

The blond who had been on standby opened the door and said, "Yes.

Yes, my lord. "

During breakfast, The Inquisitor did not pay much attention to his sword because he was thinking about the income from This Pill.

Now that he saw Yamamochi Kokuhiro, his eyes instinctively lit up as he realized that he was wearing a denim blue shirt and a pair of black and gray straight cut jeans.

Because he was cleaning the room, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bulging veins on his arms.

Under the spring sun, the blond raised his head slightly. The light sculpted his three-dimensional and handsome facial features. His emerald green eyes made people feel a sense of primitive satisfaction from admiring beautiful things.

All of a sudden, the Divine Inquisitor's complaints towards the game's production team vanished.

Although Dancing with Swords was not a nursing home, there were so many aesthetically pleasing existences and super delicious food. Even if it was a little troublesome now, it was reasonable.

Ji Kai could not help but squat down in front of Yamamochi Kokuhiro. Under the blond's dazed gaze, Ji Kai unbuttoned the two buttons near his collar and stretched out his hand to pull the collar out naturally. "Remember to unbutton the buttons here in the future. It will look sexier."

The black-haired youth looked straight into his eyes with a smile. His tone was joyful. As he got up, he stroked his blond hair and said, "Please tell everyone that we won't be going out today. Everyone is free to do whatever they want.

After lunch, those who are interested can come with me to Manya for a walk. "

"… Yes … Yes …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro stiffened. He put down the rag in his hand and turned his head to go downstairs. But before he took a step, he reacted and asked in surprise, "Manya?"

"Has Yamamochi been there before?"

"No, no."

"Aren't you curious?" The Inquisitor's eyes lit up, "Maybe there will be some unexpected gains ~"

*

"Oh oh oh, finally something new ~ ~" In the restaurant on the first floor, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was the first to welcome the news.

"Mahahahaha, leave the bargaining to me!"

Mutsuo Moriyoshi patted the bulging envelope on his chest and said with his head held high, "I guarantee that every cent of this pocket money will be well spent!"

"A shop? That's great …" Jiazhou Qingguang, who had just arrived, was drawing his nails under the sun. When he thought of the pocket money he received last night, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and sigh, "The lord really dotes on us …"

"Xiao Ye, is there anything you want to buy?" Zong San and Zuo Wen leaned over and asked his brother.

Snaketsu looked at the table in front of him and shook his head.

"If there's nothing you want to buy, you can also prepare some gifts for others."

The white-haired Taitō leaned to the side and winked at Koyazufumi. He whispered, "Of course, you must keep it a secret."

Moriyoshi was already making a list. When Horikawa Kunihiro saw the densely packed words on the list, the corner of his mouth twitched. He couldn't help but advise, "Moriyoshi -san, you will spend all the money in one go."

"If you spend it all, I won't lend you any money, okay?"

Candlestick Tachibana beside him nodded in agreement. "It's better to save it and spend it where it's needed most."

In the restaurant, the Fu Mourning God that had been gathered by Yamamochi formed a few small circles and discussed the upcoming shop trip and the things they wanted to buy.

For a moment, the atmosphere was very harmonious and joyful.

Gokusen Kanazane, who was sitting in the corner, didn't say anything until the discussion became more and more intense and the noise became unbearable. Suddenly, he slammed the table.

The Fu Mourning God all turned around and looked at the purple-haired Snaketsu who had suddenly attacked. They were confused.

“

I say, you guys are too self-indulgent —!! "

Gokusen Kanazane frowned with a cold expression. He looked unhappy. "We just appeared, shouldn't we be thinking about how to go out and try our best to win?!"

"Forget about the cameras, what's with the swimsuits, sunglasses, nail polish, and pressure cookers?!"

"But there are no arrangements for us to go out today _ (: з 」 ∠) _ …" Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was lying by the window and sunbathing, replied lazily.

"Even if we don't go out, there are still many other things we can do!

Drills, internal affairs, learning from each other, moving assets … "The usually elegant Snaketsu raised his eyebrows and asked fiercely.

"I, I think so too …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro opened his mouth. Seeing that everyone was looking at him again, the captain of the first troop lowered his head shyly. "Although the lord didn't make any arrangements, but … we should pay more attention to the battle results now …"

"Whether it's going out of the formation or practicing, we have to quickly … grow up and become stronger!"

His golden eyes fell on Yamamochi Kokuhiro's head. Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had been lying down all this time, slowly sat up and pretended to be helpless. "Since the captain has spoken, then we really have to work hard ~ ~"

"Yes!

Practice, practice!

Only by practicing can we become stronger and defeat the lord! "

Mutsuo Moriyoshi stuffed the shopping list into his chest, jumped up, and searched for a suitable candidate in the room. "Who will be my opponent?!"

"Horikawa?" Mutsuo Moriyoshi finally saw someone he was a little interested in.

"This, this isn't very good, right?" Horikawa Kunihiro's smile was a little stiff. He waved his hand and retreated.

"I have an idea."

Gokusen Kanazane coughed twice and looked up at the swords. "Not only can we participate in the battle with real swords and guns, but we can also treat injuries for free without spending money …"

*

"Strange, where did everyone go?"

During lunch, The Inquisitor, who had temporarily stopped his research, walked to the dining room and saw only a few scattered figures. For a moment, he thought that he had returned to a few days ago.

"My lord, you're here?"

Horikawa Kunihiro heard the sound and poked his head out of the kitchen. Before he could say anything, he heard Candlestick Cutting ask him to get soy sauce from the kitchen. "Please wait a moment, lunch will be ready soon!"

Ji Kai scratched the back of his head and walked to the porch outside the door.

There, the dark-skinned Fu Mourning God was wearing a short-sleeved jacket and had a cold expression. He was putting food in the tigers' food bowls. When he saw The Inquisitor come out, he moved to the side and did not say a word or look at him.

Ji Kai sat down next to him. He picked up the Second Brother, who was full, and put it in his arms. He took out a comb.

The Second Brother had leopard stripes all over its body. It had become familiar with The Inquisitor over the past few days. It obediently lay on his lap, closed its eyes, and enjoyed the massage on its neck.

"…" As he was combing, Ji Kai felt a burning gaze from the side.

The Inquisitor re-tied the bow for the little tiger. He put the comb in his hand on the floor and turned to walk into the dining room.

He smelled the aroma of rice!!!

Dangeligala picked up the comb on the floor and sat down at the spot where The Inquisitor could completely bask in the sun. He caught a tiger and began combing the fur of the other tiger.

In the dining room, The Inquisitor stared at the black pepper spaghetti in front of him. His eyes were full of admiration.

(* @/o @ *)

Wow, the noodles were very clear and looked very chewy.

The top of the elegantly rolled noodles was decorated with hot slices of beef and some red and green chili shreds. Finally, there was some pepper. It felt like the whole plate of noodles was shining …

"Candlestick Cutting, have Gokusen and the others eaten yet?" The Inquisitor asked curiously before he picked up his fork and started eating.

Lan Fafu and the dark-haired man looked at each other and chose to tell the truth. "Gokusen -kun … and Moriyoshi, Mr. Crane, Yamamochi, California, and Mr. Tarō, all went to practice."

"Is it the practice of that practice?" Ji Kai asked.

"It is the practice of that practice." Candlestick Cutting confirmed.

The Inquisitor put down his fork unhappily.

Horikawa Kunihiro took a deep breath, took two steps forward on his knees, and bowed to the dark-haired man. "My … my lord, please don't blame them. This idea was discussed and agreed upon by all of us."