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"…That's what happened, my lord." Ichigo Ichifumi brought Yaken to the castle tower again and told him that Yaken had turned into a cat.

But when he looked up after finishing his report, he found that the judge was staring at Yao Yan in a daze.

"My lord?" Yiqi Yizhen called out in confusion.

"Ah... I understand everything." The judge came back to his senses from his trance and talked to Ichigo Ichijin, but he couldn't help but look in the direction of Yakuin who was quietly serving as a tool at the side.

Yakuin felt ashamed, but he hadn't found any clothes that could cover his ears and tail, so he borrowed a thick hooded sweatshirt to wear.

The ears pushed up the hood of the sweatshirt in an arc, and because it was not very comfortable to be pressed, the ears kept moving around.

The sweatshirt was very wide, and the hem directly covered Yakumo's buttocks, with the tail hanging down behind.

But the half-covered appearance actually amplifies the cuteness of the cat Kayakuken.

But, that scumbag is so damn annoying, but Yao Yan is so cute like this.

Those ears, that tail, I really want to rub them...

The inquisitor, who was thinking about "How to Pet a Proud Cat" and "39 Strategies to Pet a Cat", looked serious on the surface and said to Ichigo Ichijin, "I didn't feel any reaction from the technique. The staff who visited previously also gave Yaken this kind of inspection. I didn't receive any feedback about the previous inquisitor casting a spiritual technique on Yaken."

Yaoyan shook his ears, stood up quietly and listened to the conversation between the two parties. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Moreover, the ears and tail that suddenly grew out of Yaken look very natural and real, and they are consistent with his physiological characteristics. If they were produced by spiritual techniques, they would have some rejection with the body and would inevitably be somewhat deformed."

The Shinsengumi said so, and then exchanged a look with Ichigo Ichijin. They both looked at Yakumi at the same time, their eyes filled with such pain.

"Is that so...? I understand."

Yao Yan felt that he was being arranged again, and it was not clear or understandable.

No, can you guys speak directly? I don’t know anything about your riddles. What have you given me to think about?

For them, the reason they didn't say it out loud was that they were afraid of hurting the ill-fated dagger in front of them again, and they were afraid that he would recall his tragic past again because of the past incident.

No one knows what his thin shoulders once carried, nor does anyone know what caused the ice and snow in his eyes that never melt all year round.

And every time I get closer to him, and uncover the dark past that is shrouded like a mist, I feel more sympathy for Yaoyan and more disgust for the scumbag censor.

If the cat ears and cat tail were not created by evil magic, then there was only one other possibility.

transplant.

The technology level of this era is already capable of performing such a transplant operation perfectly, but it has only been performed on animals and humans, and has never been attempted on the dead god.

The human body of a god is similar to that of a human in terms of physiological structure, except for some differences. It should not be difficult to successfully complete such an experiment.

But the experimental process must be painful.

For swordsmen, getting hurt is commonplace, but that is for the sake of faith and the way in their hearts. The injuries inflicted in battle are completely different from the injuries inflicted by torture from others!

The human form that Yaken incarnates into is still just a teenager.

How could he bear so much and so much damage?

The diviner looked at Yakumo with such tenderness. She admired such a chaste and strong god. He never expressed his pain to others. No matter how the wind, frost, rain and snow beat him, his posture was still as straight as a tall cypress and green bamboo, and his eyes were always so firm.

This is Jiguang’s pride.

The reason why Ichigo Ichikyou and the Judge's brain waves can match each other is naturally because the settings of the brain supplement are the same.

He thought that in the days ahead, he must let Yaoyan feel everyone's love for him.

It is best for his younger brother to always be happy.

Ichigo Ichijin brought Yaken to the castle tower not just for the purpose of catification, but also for a more important matter, which was to sign a contract with the judge.

Yakuin took into account the suggestions provided by "Xishui". Since he was originally a human being, even though he became a sword god, he still considered himself a human being. He could not accept the master-servant relationship - or to be more precise, the relationship between a guest and a master. He could not accept the original master-servant contract.

Yaoyan plans to enter into a two-way contract, where the judge provides spiritual power and he becomes a worker.

His idea was also supported by Ichiki Ichijin, who felt that Yaken had worked very hard to make such a decision. If it were someone else, the psychological shadow left by the previous Judge was so huge that they might have developed "Judge PTSD" and be afraid of any Judge, or have a stress reaction. As long as a Judge appeared in their sight, they would definitely chop him with a knife.

The inquisitor took out a piece of blue talisman paper. The blue on it was caused by the fluctuations of spiritual power. She threw the paper into the air and drew a hexagram in the air with her right index finger while chanting a spell.

However, the talisman did not fly towards Yao Yan as the judge had expected, but fell down, and the hexagram that was originally emitting light also went out.

"This, we can't sign the contract?"

When the divine judge said this, Ichiki Ichizhan couldn't help but ask with some worry, "My lord, what happened?"

The inquisitor frowned and did not answer directly. She thought about it, made a gesture with her right hand, and then tapped the center of Yaogan's eyebrows.

The result also surprised her a little.

Yakuin can actually recover and generate spiritual power automatically, just like the inquisitors.

There is no need to think about the reason for this physical condition. The ones to blame must be the former scumbag inquisitor and the "X" experimental project.

The reason is not important, what is more important now is confidentiality.

If the news of Yakuin's physique got out, it would probably cause a huge uproar. How did the inquisitors gain the loyalty and help of the swords? Isn't spiritual power one of the reasons? This is also why the senior officials who are in the late stage of paranoia can safely place the sword spirits next to their own heirs or assistants. Some scumbag inquisitors are also reckless because the swords cannot be separated from the spiritual power supply of the inquisitors.

The diviner glanced at Yakuin and found that he was staring at him. His penetrating eyes seemed to see through everything. The diviner's original intention to reveal a little to Ichigo Ichijin changed his mind and decided not to say anything.

"It's nothing, it was just a misunderstanding. I checked and found that the contract is valid. The spiritual power can be transmitted to Yaken."

Ichigo Ichijin also believed it. The young man with the sword who always put his younger brother first smiled and bowed gracefully, "Thank you, my lord."

Yakuin didn't feel that the contract had brought any changes to him, but he didn't understand things like techniques, so he just accepted whatever the psychic said.

Everything was settled now. Yao Yan felt a little lost, yet also inexplicably happy.

At this moment, the woman in white clothes and short hakama, carrying a protective paper, looked at him. In her eyes, there was a spring stream flowing and shimmering, warm and full of life force, so firm.

She smiled, just like the beautiful and grand Manyozakura in the garden, so gorgeous that people can't take their eyes off, "Welcome to my Honmaru, Yaken."

"From now on, this is your home."

The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, his brows relaxed, revealing an unprecedentedly soft curve. The sunlight danced at the corner of his lips, lifting that corner.

"Um."

The author has something to say: I was wrong. I made a noise yesterday. I will dare to do it again next time.

Mainly because I haven't written for a few days, so I'm stuck in writing, so today I'll write 2,000 words! I'll see if I can write 5,000 words tomorrow.

The plot advances rapidly, and what follows is daily life.