Gilgamesh ate in a relaxed and casual manner. Even if he did not pay attention to etiquette, his movements were still elegant and noble, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Therefore, not only Kendo and Kunihiro, but the others also secretly glanced at the Inquisitor sitting in the main seat from time to time.

Although it was important to not talk while eating, it was too quiet. The only sound in the large cafeteria was the slight clatter of cutlery.

It was reasonable to say that it was meal time to relax and communicate. At this time, the Inquisitor or the Initial Blade should at least say a few words of concern to the new Sword of Swords. This would not only show their prestige in the Homaru, but also establish a fair and gentle image. It was a very suitable opportunity for communication.

Kendo stared at Yamamochi Kokuhiro with his beautiful crystal eyes for a while and shook his head. It would be strange if Kokuhiro enthusiastically took the initiative to say something like "What's not used to here?" or "What's missing in life?"

As for Gilgamesh, he showed an arrogant attitude that said, "Fuck off if you don't want to come, and I don't care what you think." It was even more impossible for him to use his meal time to interact with the new Death God of Swords Fu.

Currently, there were only six Fu Mourning God in the Homaru, which was barely enough to form a team.

If the Admiral wanted to retrieve Little Fox Ball, other than the number one fighter, Firefall, and Mountain Lady Qie Guoguang, who had a higher level of training, they were the only ones left.

He had to admit that ordinary katanas were notoriously fragile in Japanese warfare. Whether it was attack or defense, they were far inferior to Tachi. Juzumaru's super high defense was known as the Iron Wall.

Not long ago, the Admiral and the Shuzhu Pills seemed to be in a bad mood. Kendo looked at the Shuzhu Pills, who was obviously not in the right state, and felt that it was necessary to relieve the depression in his heart and restore the morale of the Homaru army.

Kendo was happy to worry about the Inquisitor's affairs and take responsibility. Although his performance was not as obvious as the Oda Gumi's suppression of the Hasegawa Clan, his nickname of "Waste Aunt Maker" was not for nothing.

Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, Kendo finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you guys going to do after lunch?

If the general doesn't have any plans for the time being, why don't we find a quiet place to talk? "

"Sure!

I can prepare some tea and snacks. "

The first person to respond to Kendo was Horikawa Kunihiro. He whispered, "It would be even better if Mr. Jian is here."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro paused in the middle of eating. "I … won't participate. I'm just an imitation anyway. It doesn't matter if I go or not." Besides, he still had to practice how to become the person his master liked.

Kendo expected Kokuhiro's refusal. He knew that Kokuhiro most of the time, although he said no, he still wanted to be with his companions.

Just as Kendo was thinking about how to invite Kokuhiro, Hado put down his chopsticks and said embarrassedly, "Sorry!

Kendo, I'm going to the accounting office to sort out the account books in the afternoon. "

Because of Gilgamesh's extravagant spending, Motomaru was already facing a financial deficit. Now, he was completely dependent on the subsistence allowance provided by the automatic recovery of resources.

The income from the investment would not come back so quickly, and Hado was too embarrassed to ask the Inquisitor to use his own money to subsidize him again. So, he decided to plan his next expenses carefully.

"I … I have something to do too." Firefly raised his hand weakly.

He coaxed and pestered Hado to get some Jiazhou gold. After lunch, he planned to go to Wanwu to buy a few philosophy books to study.

As the initiator of the activity, it was very embarrassing to not get any response. Kendo and Kunihiro looked at each other and understood each other's helplessness.

"I have plans for the afternoon."

At this moment, Gilgamesh put his chopsticks on the chopstick pillow and glanced at the Fu Mourning God sitting in the hall. Under Kendo's expectant gaze, he said firmly, "All of you, go out. Be sure to increase your training to the level where you can participate in the Chengjiu Chaos."

Thus, under the orders of the Inquisitor, the Fu Mourning God who had finished lunch and packed up their utensils were equipped. They set out to the battlefield with Inomata as their final goal.

From Toba in the Edo period to Inomata in the Chengjiu Chaos, they had experienced 15 battlefields. Each one was more dangerous than the last.

Not only did it require the Fu Mourning God's ability and endurance, it also required the Inquisitor's strong spiritual power. It was a severe test for both sides.

However, when the twelve-day double experience event was in progress, Gilgamesh was summoned as the highest honorary member of the Government of the Hour and enjoyed a 36% experience bonus. The Inquisitor, who did not lack money and did not know how to save money, even bought a thick stack of double experience talismans for the Fu Mourning God to use as they wished.

The Time Converter released a certain amount of authority, and the Fu Mourning God could choose a few battlefields on their own.

Gilgamesh, who felt that it was too troublesome to do it himself, built two more rooms for his hands. He also injected spiritual power that was so dense that it could condense into a substance.

Wang Cai had a relic that could prevent the spiritual power from spreading. The injured swordsmen only needed to bathe in the spiritual power pool in the room, and their wounds would be healed.

Even Kendo could not help but exclaim, "Yo!

General, you're so generous! "

Thus, with the support of these multiple buffs, this seemingly impossible task seemed to become less difficult.

As they were not very satisfied with the new swords that they received previously, Gilgamesh instructed the team leader not to bring back new swords for the time being. This way, the swordsmen could focus more on the battle.

The Fu Mourning God players leveled up as if they were cheating. If they could not level up at the moment, they would leave the maps at the previous time to level up.

At the same time, they also had to be careful not to stay in one place for too long. Otherwise, it was very likely that they would attract a strong third enemy — the Inspector.

Right now, it was impossible for them to defeat the Inspector and Inspector.

Along the way, Firefly was always the fastest one. He waved the Odachi that was longer than his body. He did not speak much, but his movements were especially swift.

"Hey!" "Dong!"

With two sounds, the Odachi swept across, and three Time Reversal troops fell at the same time, turning into a wisp of smoke. Then, Firefly happily shouted, "We won! We won!" and continued to rush forward without stopping.

After successfully defeating the Time Reversal troops that sneaked in during the Honnoji chaos, they stood on the high slope and watched the raging fire engulf the entire Honnoji. Firefly turned his head and was ready to call everyone to set off for the next stop, Echizen. However, he realized that the others did not look too good.

Especially Hado and Kendo, their faces were full of fatigue, and their bodies were leaning on each other. They looked like they were about to collapse.

Kendo's white face looked even paler and more transparent under the light of the fire. Although there were no wounds, it looked like he would not be able to fight the next battle.

Ah!

While they were fighting, they almost forgot that the Honnoji rebellion was the place where Akechi Mitsuhide betrayed and killed Oda Nobunaga.

As the swordsman of the Oda Gumi, and the swordsman who was famous for his loyalty, Kendo probably recalled the past.

What was the reason for Hado's similarly bad complexion?

Was it because they deliberately missed the resources to kill the enemy and gain the most experience points?

Well, that was probably the case.

But what was going on with the others?

Firefly's green eyes were bright because of the battle, like a piece of shining turquoise.

After hesitating for a while, he finally asked tentatively, "Everyone has just entered the battlefield and may not be used to this kind of tense atmosphere. Why don't we go back to the Honmaru and rest?"

Only a little better than Kendo and Hado, the handsome young man's face wrinkled. He wanted to say, "We became like this because you rushed to the front and kept snatching the credit."

When they returned to the Honmaru, it was exactly four o 'clock in the afternoon. The Fu Mourning God consciously went to the room to take a Reiki bath and eat lunch or rice dumplings to replenish their energy and physical strength.

There were still about three hours before it was completely dark. If they hurried, they should be able to reach the Barrel Room.

"Master doesn't seem to be in the room. I can't find him in the inner courtyard or the atrium either." Horikawa walked into the room with a plate of tempura. His eyes, which were as clear as a lake, rippled.

He had fried some tempura when he was cooking lunch, and it had just cooled down. He was going to send it to his master for afternoon tea, but no one answered the door no matter how he knocked.

"It's okay!

Master often disappears without anyone knowing.

But don't worry, Master is super strong. Maybe he was bored and went somewhere else to relax. "Hado crawled out of the Reiki Pool and muttered with a string of tri-colored rice dumplings in his mouth.

The light golden Reiki floated in the room, and the visibility was very low. Even with the excellent eyesight of the young man, he couldn't see the admiration and love in Hado's eyes when he talked about Gilgamesh.

Kunihiro frowned when he heard this. He was dissatisfied with Hado's indifferent tone. "You, how can you say that?

Although Master's temper isn't very good and he likes to spend money, he has never been harsh on us when it comes to food and clothing. He even used so much Reiki to heal our Reiki.

This isn't the modern world. Without the protection of the Fu Mourning God, the Divine Inquisitors are very dangerous. What if we meet a historical revisionist or a Dark Blade … No, I have to go find Master. "

The more the young man said, the more scared he became. His thin chest violently rose and fell. He put down the tray in his hand and anxiously ran out the door.