108.
Honmaru, second floor of the castle tower.
The inquisitor stopped writing and rubbed her wrist. It was already late at night, and she was still dealing with the mountain of documents.
Thinking about my hairline that keeps climbing up, I was choked up for a moment.
What the government of the time said was all bullshit, such as five social insurances, one housing fund, major disease medical treatment, a free luxury house, a beautiful residence with clear water and mountains, a leisurely job and a beautiful woman by your side... She felt very sympathetic when she saw the newcomers who kept falling into the pit and couldn't get out.
Although I was not attracted by this recruitment information, but was pushed into it by my own old man, and later on, because of the cute swordsmen, I gradually fell in love with this job. However, if the propaganda of the Time Government was true, it would be even more regrettable. However, this is a false propaganda...
She doesn't like so many files at all orz
It's a different era now, why does the government still use brushes and paper documents?
Alas, I don’t know if I asked Kitsunesuke No.1 to bring the hair care secret recipe.
Just as the inquisitor was lost in thought, the computer indicator light beside him suddenly lit up.
The inquisitor turned on the computer, and when he saw the caller's note, his expression changed from relaxed to serious, and then he clicked on the call.
The figure of the man opposite was projected by the computer.
"It's 'Prajna', what's the matter so late at night?" The inquisitor adjusted his sitting posture and asked.
Even in the middle of the night, the brown-haired man was still in uniform, with a blue six-pointed star-shaped badge on his chest.
"As expected, you are working diligently on the documents," the man paused. "Well, the attack that day has been investigated, and I think I need to explain it to you."
Although this matter can be explained in writing, since the other party has said so, the diviner will listen and say, "Go ahead, I'm ready."
"The one who attacked Yakuken was the wandering god of death, Horikawa Kunihiro. He saw you guys going out in Man'ya and then targeted you."
The man named 'Hannya' flipped through the files with one hand, "After passing the test of the Time Government, a wandering god with good credit can gain spiritual power by accepting daily battlefield cleanup missions to curb his continued dark state. This is how Zhenhorikawa Kunihiro survived."
"He placed a positioning lock on Yaken. Yes, as you expected, this is a forbidden technique. I am also curious about where he learned these forbidden techniques, including the technique of inserting the sword stained with the Dark Core into the body of the Time Traveling Army to pretend that it was a fallen sword."
The inquisitor listened and felt that something was not right.
"When we tracked down Kunihiro Shinhorikawa, he immediately broke his sword into pieces, but some clues were left in his temporary residence. Although they were no longer related to the Wandering God of Death, they allowed us to track down an underground trading place."
Prajna's long eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes with a deep gaze.
The inquisitor didn't have to think too hard to figure out what exactly was being sold in that underground marketplace.
There is no doubt that these are the swords that were "polished" by the scum inquisitors using various means and specially put up for auction to be given to the gods of the dead.
"I knew you weren't here just to report this. Just tell me what you want to do." The inquisitor's tone suddenly turned cold.
"To enter that underground trading place, you must have a key - a key called a special commodity key."
The inquisitor slammed the table and stood up. She was irritated by Prajna's cold and emotionless words. Her chest heaved, "Don't even think about it! This is impossible!"
She knew very well what the special product that Prajna was referring to was. It was the dark and fallen Yakuken in her Honmaru who had finally found happiness.
Commodity, what a commodity! They treat the swords that walk the world as human beings and have human bodies and human hearts as objects that can be manipulated by anyone and passed around by rats in the sewers based on the price. These people are not worthy of being judges, let alone human beings!
"Listen, 'Hannya', I don't want to know about your selflessness, for the sake of justice, for more judges and swordsmen. I only know that he is the blade in my Honmaru, and I only know that I am selfish and don't want him to get hurt." The judge propped his hands on the table, his eyes as sharp as an old hen protecting her chicks, "Please find other judges and swordsmen who are willing to cooperate with you. They are not welcome here."
"Besides, this is definitely not something you have thought of recently, right? I should have known long ago that the newly appointed Kitsunesuke is your spy." The Judge shouted, "It's just that you have now found a way to get to that dirty place, and also found your so-called legitimate reason."
"Whatever you think, 'Dongkui', I think you should also understand that after that day, the special nature of this Zhenyao Kentoshiro has gradually been seen by some people." The captain of the secret combat clearance team, who was respected for his gentle yet strict style in the past, now revealed the politician's game-playing mind under his gentle appearance.
"Instead of letting them know that Dark Medicine Research is protected by you and not dare to take action, it is better to seize this opportunity and catch all the scumbags who have already become greedy in secret."
Prajna tapped the tabletop with her fingers. Even though it was a projection, the inquisitor could still feel the pressure.
"Then, according to our preliminary estimate, Kentoshiro Shinyaku has the highest combat power in your Honmaru. He has the ability to protect himself. What are you worried about?"
"Instead of you making the decision alone, let him choose for himself."
The inquisitor closed her eyes. She didn't know what to say anymore. "...Let me think about it."
"Then I look forward to your reply, 'Mallow'."
The projection of the optical computer disappeared instantly, and the wall that was originally illuminated by the projection also darkened.
Only the lamp on the table is left, illuminating the small space in front of the table.
Looking forward to...?
109.
The second day was a rare sunny day in recent times.
The sky is cloudless and the breeze is gentle. Overall, it is a good time to fly a kite.
Kasen Kanesada was holding a basin of washed clothes and was about to go to the clothes drying yard to dry them. When he passed by the large lawn, he saw a group of sword-fighting men playing with kites.
"Wow, not bad, it looks like a very elegant activity." Kasen Kanesada put his right hand on his forehead as if looking at the kites flying very high in the sky.
"Mr. Gexian, you are going to the clothes drying yard, do you need my help?" Yaoyan, who happened to be passing by, saw and asked.
Kasen Kanesada was a little surprised, because in his impression, this dark drug researcher had a personality similar to that of the "cold beauty" Jiang Xuesaimonji.
But he was also grateful for the other party's kindness, "Thank you very much, Yayan, please help me dry these for a while." As he said this, Kasen Kanesada raised the large basin in his hand.
In fact, after spending so much time with Matsuda Jinpei and the others, Yakuken gradually forgot his own persona.
He nodded to Kasen Kanesada.
The two of them were busy in the clothes drying yard, you pass a piece of clothing and I hang a piece of cloth, and soon they reached the last piece of cloth. Yao Yan felt that the piece of cloth looked familiar, and compared with the other clothes, it was not very clean.
"Mr. Gexian, this piece of cloth doesn't seem to be washed clean?"
The Utsusemi Kanesada, with a small bun on his head, turned around and saw, "Oh, that's Yamaubakiri-kun's bed sheet. I secretly went to his room to take it out and wash it. To be honest, I've been wanting to wash it for a long time!"
Kasen Kanesada smiled, "It's a pity that Yamaubakiri-kun's sheets can't be washed too clean, otherwise he will be suspicious. Previously, because I washed it too clean and the scent of the detergent was too strong, it aroused his suspicion. The next day, the sheets were extremely dirty, which made me even more itchy."
Kasen Kanesada clenched his fists, his eyes burning with the fire of victory, "So later when I washed his sheets, I didn't wash them thoroughly, and even changed the scent of the laundry detergent to a light one, so he didn't really notice it."
#I am wrapped tightly by you and smell the sweet scent while watching you. #
Should we say that this is a common problem among all Kasen Kanesada... obsessive-compulsive disorder plus the urge to wash the quilt?
Yao Yan threw the cloth on the clothesline with a dead look in his eyes and spread it out to dry.
There was a large lawn opposite the clothes drying yard. After hanging the clothes, the two people looked over and saw a kite that looked like a giant octopus floating in the sky.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is big. This octopus kite is probably as big as several of its blades combined. The inflated head is still not round and looks a bit shaky in some places.
When it flew to mid-air, but not too high, its wide-open eyes and its tentacles moving wildly in the wind suddenly transformed this beautiful and healing atmosphere into one that carried Cthulhu's own horror elements.
The sword-fighting men who were watching were all stunned.
This is simply a scene where everyone's sanity is lost.
Rantoshiro, who was flying a red butterfly kite, immediately ran out of the lawn with the kite, "This is too scary, this kite is so scary..."
The Five Tigers were so frightened that they hugged the two little tigers hanging on their hands tightly, closed their eyes and pretended that they saw nothing.
But there are also some weird people who like this style, like the smiling Qingjiang who was touching the golden egg in broad daylight.
"Oh, it looks so cute. I also want to fly this kite with Tsurumaru-dono~" The sword god with long green hair tilted his head, with a gentle smile on his face, but said something that seemed extraordinary.
Yes, the person flying this giant kite was none other than Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
He smiled brilliantly, the light in his golden eyes almost blinding people. He ran at a speed that was not suitable for the maneuverability of a blade, and shouted loudly, "Hey, Guangzi, look, the kite I flew is flying so high!"
Here, Candakiri Mitsutada, who had been notified and rushed over, still holding a long spoon for scooping soup, replied speechlessly: "Mr. Tsuru, you really are... Oh, please don't be so scary!"
"If there is no surprise in life, the heart will die first~ Hey, Guangzi, come and play with us." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said this, and the string in his hand broke accidentally...
Although this was also due to the fact that the unscrupulous merchants did not make the kite string strong, when Kasen Kensada saw the giant octopus lose the restraint of the kite string, drifting down with the wind, and finally falling on two clotheslines placed opposite each other, effortlessly crushing the clotheslines and causing the clothes on them to fall to the ground, he could not help but transform into a fire-breathing dinosaur.
"Tsurumaru Kuninaga!!!"
The author has something to say: I posted it in advance because I had other things to do.
To explain: this is a story about family and friendship, and everyone is straight, as straight as Xiao Baiyang.
The reason why Yakusei did that in the last chapter is because Yakusei is "himself" after all, and he has to protect Yakusei Toushirou's reputation. XD
The Awataguchi tandos were simply frustrated and had to use their automatic brains to fill the melon field to eat.
If you see someone talking about jumping off the roof, remember to put on the resurrection armor. I will wait for you to come back. If there is a CP, I will lose. There is no CP. Give up (waving hand)
Finally, the story has been completed. I can finally save him. The main storyline is also progressing. Don't worry, I won't be tortured. I am the successor of socialism. The core values of socialism are followed in the article. I will just mention it briefly and not write about the black mud.
After two or three chapters, we will go to the next world. This time, we will bring Kirei with us to visit Hanako-kun.
The inspiration for this chapter comes from a video whose name I can’t remember. The large octopus kites made me…
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Xiuzhi
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Yu Qilin, loreid
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Zhuozhuomanyaohua, Qiqi, Arrogant, Qingzhuzhiyin, Yao, Qinan, Mengbaobao, whndyd, Yunyi, Jin, Yubeibeibeihua, Jiangxinqiuyuebai, Puyi, Baichayuweimian, Gexiankansada, Zhike
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