When Ji Kai returned to the small room on the second floor of The Inquisitor,

He met an unexpected visitor.

Cut Long Hasebe had obviously just taken a shower. Wrapped in a striped bathrobe the same color as his hair, he knelt at the entrance of the room.

In less than 48 hours of game time, two handsome men with completely different tastes had come knocking on her door. This job of God's Inquisitor was really a cheap job with only one downside.

Sighing in his heart, he rubbed his chin and went upstairs. The young man, who was just going to get something, raised his eyebrows,

He greeted naturally and frankly, "Hasebe, is it time to get off work?"

"Yes."

Slash replied in a deep voice. Then, he raised his head. His handsome face was solemn and troubled, and his gaze was drifting.

Ji Kai didn't have time to ask.

Someone called out from behind him, "Kaikai."

Only his family and friends in real life would call him that, as well as the person in the Sim who had spent his precious youth with him.

Ji Kai's heart tightened,

When he turned around, his expression was perfectly disguised, "Yo,

You're here?

Just in time. Let's have hotpot tonight. I'll let you try my cooking! "

Wei Tao stared at the hand that he deliberately patted on his shoulder. His gaze was complicated,

But he smiled cooperatively, "I'm really looking forward to it.

But..,

Do you need any cooking skills for hotpot? "

Ji Kai let out a low chuckle and raised his hand.

The second hand also went over,

He pushed Wei Tao out of the door step by step, "Hasebe and I have something to do,

You go downstairs and wait. "

He came all the way here and was ignored before he could say a few words. A normal person would not feel comfortable, let alone the person who did this to Ji Kai, who had something to do with him...

A trace of weakness flashed in his blue eyes. Wei Tao lowered his eyes and silently walked down the last few steps.

Second floor, Inquisitor's Room.

Cut Long Hasebe was still kneeling.

Suddenly, he heard a "crash" sound as the paper door was closed.

The black-haired, black-eyed The Inquisitor squatted down in front of him. The light shone on his firm lips, making him look inexplicably cold. "Hasebe …"

The grey-haired blade slammed his head on the ground. "I brought Mister Wei here without your permission. I know my actions were very inappropriate …"

"But you still brought him here."

His flat and emotionless words were resolute and decisive, blocking the more emotions that were about to come out of his mouth.

Hasebe raised his head in shock, and his purple eyes widened.

The Divine Inquisitor's words were so calm and simple, but in that instant, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to have frozen.

The Inquisitor did not speak for a long time. He just kept his gaze fixed.

Those gazes were like thorns on his back, piercing into his flesh one by one.

…

"Come, make up for the two times you forgot." The black-haired youth got up from the floor and turned his back, no longer looking at him.

The solemn atmosphere immediately disappeared, as if it was just a mirage of Cut Long Hasebe.

However, the grey-haired blade silently stepped back a little when he saw the sudden bright smile on the youth's face.

…

More than an hour later, Cut Long Hasebe woke up on the spacious and comfortable bed in the Inquisitor's Room.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the room was filled with red light.

He stepped on the floor barefoot and looked outside the window where the sound of frolicking came from.

In the courtyard, the existing blades of This Pill were gathered in twos and threes, as if they were having afternoon tea.

Candlestick Cutting and the others had just finished bathing and were tasting the refreshments made by the members of the second unit when they were not around.

Horikawa Kunihiro diligently poured tea for everyone, and Jiazhou Qingguang invited The Inquisitor to cook. His nails were worn out.

Kendo Shiro and the blue-haired Taitō sat in the corner, and the Five Tigers Retreat sat between them and the others.

The visitor he brought with him had also changed into a bathrobe and sat very close to the inquisitor under the gazes of many swords and sabers that were secretly unhappy about it.

For these weapons of war, their lord was the only one, and he was not to be offended.

The throne could only be occupied by one person.

However, since Ji Kai had no objections to this, as subjects, they naturally couldn't flare up. They could only endure silently.

"… Although it's a little sudden, it's quite urgent, so I'll tell you now."

Cut Long Hasebe peeked at This Pill for a while, and a shameful admiration grew in his heart.

He clenched his fist and was about to leave the window when he heard The Inquisitor say this.

He stopped in his tracks.

"Due to personal reasons, I have to leave This Pill for a period of time, at least half a month, and at most three to four months.

When I leave, I'll ask my friend Zhou Sen, ah, the blond guy you saw before, to temporarily take over The Inquisitor's position. "

Gokusen Kanazane, Yamamochi Kokuhiro, and Tarō Tarō were the most shocked.

Although the others were also shocked, they did not react as violently as they did — The Inquisitor's temporary position was nothing new. After all, even in the Warring States Period, it was normal for the castellan to go out for business. As a modern civilization, the government of time naturally had corresponding mechanisms to deal with it.

"Ah?!" Gokusen asked directly, "Excuse me … Did something happen?"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly looked at Ji Kai. His gaze was too sharp, and the change in his aura was too obvious. It made the Fu Mourning God around him look askance.

As for Tarō Tarō, who was sitting at the back, he stepped over the crowd, stood up, and knelt in front of the black-haired youth. He frowned and kowtowed, asking for battle, "My lord, no matter what trouble it is, I will cut it off for you."

Wait, wait, wait!

That's my line!

Hasebe could not help but take a step forward and reach out his hand. It was not until he was stopped by the wall that he came back to his senses: You are not qualified.