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Hado and Maeda, on the other hand, were students who were extremely thirsty for knowledge. They listened attentively to the lectures of their seniors.

"Is this the philosophy that master was talking about?

I have to remember it well.

Go back and tell Firefly. "Hado held a pen and recorded the God Inquisitor's priceless advice without missing a word.

His hands, which often used the abacus, were very agile.

He also wrote very quickly.

It did not delay his thinking at all.

"Philosophy..." Maeda's face was full of admiration. "I used to hear from Gexian that there was a great philosopher and thinker in the 17th century.

His theories could promote the liberation of all human minds and save human reason.

Probably someone like Your Highness? "

No!

It's not like that.

This is not philosophy at all.

Kendo wanted to grab his brother's collar and roar loudly.

He only felt that there was a nail on the stool.

He could not sit still.

Finally, he could not help but stand up.

He trembled and walked out of the door with the same hands and feet.

"Kendo's back is so sad and haggard!

What's going on? "Maeda looked at Kendo's back and shook Hado's arm a little worriedly.

Hado put down the pen and moved his sore fingers. "Probably Kendo thinks that philosophy is too obscure and profound to understand.

That was probably why his pride had been hurt.

Let's not disturb him.

Let Kendo think quietly for a while.

Time flew by like a white steed.

As the sun set in the west.

The red sunset that spread across the whole sky was chased away by the stars.

The team that went out had not returned yet.

Fu Mourning God, who stayed in the hotel, gradually became uneasy.

It was a well-known fact that Tachi and Dachi were not good at night battles.

If they forced themselves too much, they might be seriously injured.

Toru Washuka knelt in front of Gilgamesh.

He placed the golden blade horizontally in front of him and requested, "Master, I request to go and support the first team. At the same time, I want to show you the sharpness of the real thing."

"Master, please allow me to go with you. If a lost lamb encounters a spirit, only I can kill it," the smiling Qing River stroked the bangs in front of her forehead, revealing her scarlet eyes that were covered by her hair.

"General, I also …"

"No, none of you need to go."

Gilgamesh interrupted Kendo's words. As the Fu Mourning God hesitated to speak, he continued, "They have returned."

He's back?

Even Hado, who had the highest detection ability, did not notice it. How did the Divine Inquisitor know?

However, seeing Gilgamesh's firm and irrefutable tone, everyone unanimously chose to believe in their inquisitor.

Ten minutes later, a series of footsteps rang out on the empty stone street. The Daggers were the first to raise their heads in surprise. After a while, with a soft creak, the slightly closed door of the small hostel was pushed open. The familiar footsteps were stepping on the wooden floor as they went upstairs.

"One, two, three, four, five, six … seven!"

The Daggers nervously closed their eyes and concentrated on counting the footsteps. Other than the team members they sent away in the morning, there was also an unfamiliar footstep.

The footsteps paused slightly. The Fu Mourning God who stood at the door gently knocked on the door.

Gilgamesh tiredly raised his finger. Hado who received the signal excitedly ran to open the door.

"Master, we are back. The first team has successfully completed their mission."

As the captain, Yamamochi Kokuhiro stood at the front. Although his body was a little tired, it could not hide the excitement in his eyes. He said firmly, "The Komusubi has been successfully brought back for you."

As the Fu Mourning God moved to the side and stood on both sides of the inquisitor, the tachi young man slowly walked forward.

He was wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. A large part of his chest and one of his arms were exposed to the air. The lines of his muscles were well-proportioned and smooth. A fluffy black ball of yarn hung on his chest added a bit of childishness and innocence to him.

The Komusubi gentlemanly placed his right hand on his chest and revealed his cute canine teeth as he introduced himself. "Although it is very big, it is still a Komusubi.

No, this is not a joke.

And it is not a fake either.

The name is small!

But it is very big! "

"Legend has it that it was made with the help of Inato Akinami. Seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary. It is indeed the real thing, master." Toru Washuka, who was very sensitive to the word 'fake', said.

Smiling Qing River laughed and teased at the side. "Yes, yes, the Sanjo family's swords always emphasize their size. I wonder what kind of size it is." His raised voice gave people a bad feeling.

"No matter what it is, it is very big!

If you don't believe me, you can show it to master. You can also touch it. It is right here. "

Unexpectedly, Little Fox Ball wasn't Snickersnee, who didn't know the ways of the world. He didn't show a trace of embarrassment or indignation because of Smiling Azure River's teasing words. He had already begun to calmly undo the buckles on his shoulder armor.

"Cough cough …" For the first time, Kendo was glad that there were only two younger brothers in the Motomaru so far. He was still able to stretch out his hands and cover their eyes.

He saw that the general was still sitting there calmly and had no intention of stopping him. He even picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea as if he was watching a show.

Kendo was getting more and more desperate. He looked at the Shuzhu Pills who had his eyes tightly shut, Kokuhiro who looked innocent and did not notice that something was wrong, and Kunihiro and Firefly who were also teenagers who did not know anything. In the end, they stopped at the Minamoto brothers, hoping that as the seniors, they could stop the Motomaru which needed to be purified.

Yiche smiled and rubbed his chin under Kendo's expectant gaze. He said unconsciously, "The sword has been in this world for thousands of years, so most things don't matter anymore, right?"

The Genicular Pill nodded cooperatively. "Brother is right."

Kendo could not be understood at all. He could only fight alone. He said in a low and magnetic voice, "Ahem, Your Highness Komusubi, please restrain yourself a little. There are still underage children here!"

"Your Highness Kendo, what are you thinking about?"

Komusubi put down the last piece of armor and took two steps forward. He knelt beside Gilgamesh and lay down on the pillow on Gilgamesh's right hand. He blinked innocently. "I just want master to touch my hair which is shiny and smooth!"

"Then, then why did you take off your armor?" Kendo stuttered.

"Because the armor is very hard. It's not good if it hurts master."

Komusubi said as if he had suddenly realized something. "Your Highness Kendo, don't tell me you're thinking about that kind of thing?

Aiyaya, your thoughts are really impure. I'll ask Shi Qimaru to purify your soul one day.

Hmm, he's always been good at this kind of thing. "

"I'm not!" Kendo who was suddenly given the title of the dirtiest person in the entire Motomaru blushed and quickly denied it.

"Okay, okay. You're not. I misunderstood."

Hey, hey, what's with the helpless tone you use to coax a child?

He would never believe that Komusubi did not deliberately say those words to mislead him.

Kendo thought with grief and indignation. Brother Ichidate, please come quickly!

I can't protect my brothers alone.

"Master, can you help me comb my hair?"

Komusubi rubbed Gilgamesh's arm and begged.

Gilgamesh looked down at the tachi lying beside his hand. Because of his tall body, he could only curl up like a real pet.

The young inquisitor couldn't help but recall the lion he raised when he was the king of the Uruk Empire of the Sumer Dynasty. Although the lion was brave and invincible on the battlefield, it always liked to lie at his feet. Occasionally, it would coquettishly rub against his calf and ask to be stroked. Then, after he stroked it, it would happily purr like a cat.

Thinking of the past, Gilgamesh's eyes became gentler. He said, "As a king, you should occasionally fulfill the humble wishes of your people."

He reached out his hand and stroked Komusubi's head. His fingers weaved through his thick hair and gently stroked his head.

The soft and smooth texture was just like real fur, and the repetitive movements didn't make him feel bored.

The two tufts of hair on Komusubi's head moved like real animal ears. He narrowed his eyes happily. "It feels really good to be stroked by master. I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

Night fell, and the sky was filled with stars.

As the clock struck midnight, the event that indicated the increase of Komusubi's drop rate came to an end.

After the last dinner in the small hotel, Gilgamesh, who had successfully finished the event, set the coordinates of the pocket watch to Honmaru.

In the night, a gentle yellow halo enveloped all the swords and Fu Mourning God, and then they all disappeared from this era.

"Finally back!

It's been a long day. Everyone can go back and have a good rest. "

Appearing in front of the space-time converter outside the courtyard, Hado waved his hand and asked everyone to go back to their rooms to rest.

However, he found that the atrium where Fu Mourning God lived in the distance was dimly lit.

"Didn't we turn off the lights before we left?

How much is the electricity bill? "Hado said with a pained expression.

"No, it was daytime when we left. We didn't turn on the lights at all." Firefly refuted him.

"Is there an enemy invasion?" The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Everyone pulled out their true forms and stood guard around the inquisitor.