When it was time to gather..,

The Fu Mourning God, who had returned from a rewarding journey, met The Inquisitor and his new companions at the agreed location, who were drinking coffee with a satisfied expression on their faces.

Kendo Shiro and One Vibration took the initiative to greet the others under the instructions of The Inquisitor,

Their speech was very polite,

They were even a little reserved.

Most of the people expressed their welcome,

A few of them were still unsociable (yes, they were talking about the Great Kurigaluo).

Gokusen Kanazane took advantage of the time when everyone was introducing themselves,

He pulled The Inquisitor aside,

He asked in a low voice with a dark face, "My Lord, what's going on?!"

He had seen the contents of the auction book before,

He knew that The Inquisitor was a little interested.

But considering the strict financial situation of This Pill..,

He did not expect that in the blink of an eye..,

This person would bring back two swords in one go.

"Relax, I didn't steal or rob.

I just helped the government with a small favor. "

"That's not what I meant, it's just..."

Gokusen Kanazane frowned and hesitated about how to ask without hurting the young man's self-esteem.

He stammered, and Ji Kai, who had always been very sharp, smiled at him. "You have a way, and I have a way too.

Don't be too tense, just spend it how you should.

Here..,

A gift for you. "

The Inquisitor took out a beautifully packaged bag,

The purple-haired Fu Mourning God took it and opened it to take a look,

It was a few hardcover haiku collections tied with bowties and some recipes.

Gokusen Kanazane's green eyes suddenly overflowed with moved joy.

This time, all things shopping..,

The swords and knives who did not know the inside story more or less bought something.

Only he..,

From the beginning to the end, had used various reasons to reject his companions' recommendations. In the end, he only bought a chessboard for the swords and knives to play chess with Ta Shi.

"Okay, okay."

Ji Kai looked at the appearance of his Primordial Blade and scratched his head awkwardly. At the same time, he moved from the opposite side to his side and used his body to create a safety zone. "Hey, you're sweating."

He handed over a tissue. Gokusen, who was about to lose control of his emotions, quickly turned around and wiped his face with a tissue.

Behind them, the members of the Five Tigers Retreat clutched the plastic bags full of snacks they had just bought. They hesitated, not knowing if they should step forward.

One Vibration stood behind Kendo Shiro, and he did not seem to be in a good condition.

Mutsuo Moriyoshi, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Jiazhou Qingguang and the others gathered in front of them to welcome them.

Someone beside him tugged at his hand.

The silver-haired boy turned his head. It was Koyazufumi.

The pair of emotionless blue eyes stared at him. The little boy standing next to Shuzo was silent for a while before he said, "That's your brother, right?"

"Ah … Yes, yes!" the member of the Five Tigers Retreat replied instinctively. He saw his companion, who was also a Primordial Blade, nod at him.

That's right, this is my elder brother … Regardless of whether he is missing an arm or not, or if he doesn't want to talk to me, he is still my elder brother!

Encouraged by Koyazufumi, the member of the Five Tigers Retreat straightened his back, walked in front of Kendo Shiro and One Vibration, and whispered timidly, "Brother One Vibration, Brother Yao Yan …"

As he spoke, he suddenly lost his courage.

Because Teng Shiro and One Vibration did not step forward. They just stood there and stared at him blankly.

The gaze that drifted over was surprised at first, then joy flashed by, followed by pain and avoidance. Finally, it condensed into an uncomfortable pretense of friendliness and instinctive avoidance.

The one who pretended to be friendly was Kendo Shiro, and the one who instinctively avoided was One Vibration.

"So it's Shijiazufumi … I didn't expect …" Shijiazufumi smiled and gave the member of the Five Tigers Retreat a hug. His movements were so careful that only he could sense it.

In the eyes of the other Fu Mourning God, this was just an ordinary scene of brothers reuniting.

"…" One Vibration lowered his eyes and avoided the gaze of the members of the Five Tigers Retreat. He reached out his remaining right hand and hesitantly touched his brother's head. After hesitating for two seconds, he asked, "Shijiazufumi, this The Inquisitor, is he good to you?

Although Brother One Vibration and Brother Yao Yan look weird.

But the palm on his head was very warm.

The member of the Five Tigers Retreat could not help but squint his eyes. His initial nervousness and timidity suddenly disappeared, and the joy of brothers reuniting after a long time surged up.

He happily hugged One Vibration's waist and answered in a muffled voice, "Yes!

The Inquisitor is very good to all of us!

Brother One Vibration, you will definitely like him! "

One Vibration slightly curved the corner of his mouth. His gaze fell on the member of the Five Tigers Retreat was very complicated.

*

During this shopping trip, basically every member of the Fu Mourning God returned home with a full load.

The Inquisitor, who had picked up the scraps through the auction, was also very satisfied.

Although second-hand swords could cause psychological problems, Ji Kai valued their rich combat experience more for the early stages of the new This Pill.

Not to mention, One Vibration, who was missing an arm and exuded an aura of "I have a story", was simply a pleasant surprise.

Ji Kai was very afraid of trouble, and at the same time, he hated boredom and boredom.

A peaceful daily life was very good, but he also needed a sense of novelty from time to time to add changes.

For example, a good opponent, a hearty sex, a meal that he had never tasted before, and some interesting people and things.

Cut Long Hasebe was one of them.

Therefore, every time Ji Kai fulfilled the responsibility of The Inquisitor, he would not feel annoyed by the fixed repetition of the process.

After all, although the process of the hand was basically the same, the changes in the knife were much more interesting.

Another example was Yamamochi Kokuhiro, a social handicapped patient. Every time he saw his colorful expressions, but he could not say a word, Ji Kai's heart was filled with a sense of joy.

Human nature was not very good, but this unpredictable emotional system was definitely the greatest treasure.

Because of this mentality, when Ji Kai returned to the Inquisitor's Room on the second floor after dinner and was about to go to the Sky Comprehensive Arena to give Hasebe a hand, someone knocked on the door. He still very patiently smiled at the Fu Mourning God in front of him. "Yamamochi, what's the matter?"

In front of the door, the blond swordsman was wearing a thin black bathrobe, and his head was lowered uncomfortably.

Ji Kai could smell the scent of shower gel and shampoo on him, and combined with his bright blond hair, which was still slightly wet, it was obvious that he had some hidden intentions.

"Can, can, you, come in and talk?"

The Inquisitor opened the paper door and welcomed this subordinate who had suddenly visited during bedtime.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro raised his head and seemed a little surprised to see the black-haired young man in his outdoor clothes, but he quickly reacted. "Are you going out at this time?"

"Hasebe is still waiting for me."

After saying this, Ji Kai crossed his hands and did not rush him. He just calmly watched the swordsman and waited.

This sentence obviously had the effect of urging him to hurry up.

Fu Mourning God, who was originally hesitant, changed his expression. After a few seconds of silence, he finally broke the silence in the room. "I … I have something to say …"

He lowered his head awkwardly, avoiding The Inquisitor's gaze. He took a breath as if he was accumulating some kind of strength. After a pause, he continued in a low voice, "I want to … say it to you."

"I'm listening." The black-haired young man nodded.

"I …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro still felt that it was very difficult.

Although he had already made up his mind, how to bring up that kind of thing and how to express his thoughts was no less difficult for him than the matter itself. "I …"

His mind was in a mess, and his words were fragmented.

The blond swordsman gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, and forced himself to raise his eyes and look straight at The Inquisitor's undisguised gaze.

That gaze saw through everything, and it was clear and deep. However, behind the seemingly tolerant and gentle gaze, there was a kind of mockery as a bystander.

It was like the Creator looking down at the busy ants on the earth, with an innate sense of superiority.

Their pain and happiness were nothing more than God's idle tonics.

This feeling was just a feeling.

But Yamamochi Kokuhiro had always believed in his sharp intuition.

Swords could not choose their masters, so trusting their masters was the instinctive choice of many swords.

He was the same, and he also respected The Inquisitor.

But that was another matter.

He could not sit back and watch the other party hurt his companions.

Even if they did not think that it was hurt …

Thinking of this, Yamamochi Kokuhiro's gaze no longer wandered. He looked straight back at The Inquisitor and directly put out what he wanted to say the most, "What you did to Hasebe, Mr. Tarō, and Gokusen Kanazane was wrong."

"Oh …" The black-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and then he let out an ambiguous chuckle.

"You are our Lord. It is our duty and mission to serve you and serve you.

But this does not mean that you can use the name of our Lord to force us to go against our own will and do something that goes against the way of a ruler and his subjects. "

"Is that so?" A specious rhetorical question. A specious answer.

The Inquisitor's black eyes stared at him, like a hunter who had caught its prey, full of absolute control.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro hated that feeling.

He took a step forward and took the initiative to walk close to The Inquisitor. His green eyes were sharp as he stared intently at The Inquisitor in front of him, "I am your valet, I can help you with your needs."

"Wait a minute, you just said that this kind of thing is wrong."

Ji Kai curled his lips and reached out his hand to lift the chin of the blond sword-wielding man, "You made me dizzy, Yamamochi."

"This kind of thing is wrong!" Yamamochi Kokuhiro said righteously and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Shh, don't disturb others."

Ji Kai rubbed his lips with his thumb and leaned close to his face, smiling ambiguously and frivolously.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro's heart skipped a beat. The places where The Inquisitor touched burned, and his brain seemed to have stopped working at that moment.

"Then it seems that my charm is so great that you want to climb into my bed even if you have to go against the rules of a ruler and minister?"

Just as his mind began to blank out and he stiffly allowed The Inquisitor to touch his ears and neck, this sentence drilled through his thick barrier and pierced his nerves.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly reached out and grabbed the claws of The Inquisitor that were wreaking havoc on his body.

"You are our Lord."

His green eyes stared fiercely at him, full of disgust at such words. However, his restrained tone and steady voice showed that he was in a very calm state at the moment, "If I don't agree and satisfy you, you can naturally make such a request to the other Fu Mourning God."

"Yes."

The Inquisitor lowered his eyes and glanced at his immobile arm. He nodded disapprovingly and agreed.

"If you do this, you will hurt them." Yamamochi Kokuhiro gritted his teeth, "If someone has to bear this, then I hope …"