After Gokusen Kanazane finished talking about the big and small things about The Inquisitor in This Pill,

The sun was already setting in the west.

The warm sunlight shone on the floor of the corridor and decorated the tea in the cup with sparkling gold flakes.

The tea was already cold,

The pastries had also been unknowingly eaten.

Cut Long Hasebe got the information he had always wanted to know from the eyes of a third party.

Yes,

He had always wanted to know.

When he first arrived..,

He appeared very indifferent, arrogant, and unsociable, but that did not mean that he was really indifferent to everything around him.

The experience of being abandoned put him in a desperate situation,

But his survival instinct..,

Also allowed him to quietly observe, collect, and argue.

Moreover, that was The Inquisitor.

A new..,

The Inquisitor.

Before things really happened, Cut Long Hasebe had no thoughts at all.

He was just waiting..,

Passive waiting..,

Completely leaving his fate to the waiting of the heavens.

Whether he was abandoned, cut up by a knife, or resold, he was mentally prepared.

After all..,

Once he lost his expectations and hope, everything else was nothing.

But..,

Someone planted a seed in his dried-up heart.

He told himself not to care,

But emotions had always been something that could not be restrained by reason,

In the end..,

He still inevitably walked back to his old path,

Let a new The Inquisitor..,

It tugged at his mind.

A new environment and new colleagues could not change this fact.

In frustration and self-loathing, Cut Long Hasebe was conflicted, but he seemed to accept this fact with a trace of joy.

The Inquisitor's initial knife would not have thought that under the taciturn appearance of the vibrating knife in front of him, there was such a complicated and unpredictable struggle.

After chatting for half the afternoon with his companions who had left This Pill for a long time and quietly looking at the courtyard, Gokusen Kanazane stood up, bowed, and left. He went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

The sky quickly darkened.

Candlestick Cutting placed the three copper pots that were suitable for four people on the long table one after another. The Snickerswords ran in and out of the room to lay out the dishes. The Inquisitor warmly welcomed the Fu Mourning God that came in one after another to take a seat.

It was a delightful dinner.

The weather was good, the food was delicious, and the sadness of parting was temporarily hidden by the black-haired young man's special wine and drinks, as well as Lu Aoshou's support.

At first, Horikawa Kunihiro could not resist Moriyoshi's persuasion and drank a small cup.

Then, Jiazhou Qingguang made a request out of curiosity.

After that, the hesitant Yamamochi, Zuo Wen, and Koyazufumi were also forced to join the drinking contest.

So, after more than an hour, vegetables and meatballs were rolling in the boiling base, and half of the Fu Mourning God that could not hold their liquor were already lying on the table.

Moriyoshi's face was even flushed, and his head was full of cherry blossoms.

It was rare for him to drink so much, and he was in a good mood.

Tsurumaru, on the other hand, persevered in teasing the younger generation, from the candlestick cut to the great interest.

Tarō Tarō looked the most normal, but the wine in his hand never stopped pouring. If he was not pouring for himself, he was refilling for others.

The only ones who were not in the mood were probably the guests who came from afar and Cut Long Hasebe, who was hiding in the corner and almost did not touch a drop of wine.

The handsome man with black hair and blue eyes sat next to The Inquisitor, smiling the whole time without saying a word. He was very considerate as he poured food and water for Ji Kai, and watched the young man and his nominal subordinate joke around.

The alcohol dispelled the boundaries between the Fu Mourning God, and also faded away The Inquisitor's cold and distant aura.

Under his slightly curly short black hair, his pair of black eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. If he wasn't careful, he would let Hasegawa see his spirit.

Until he was interrupted by a strong gaze.

He instinctively looked back and saw the sharp and deep blue eyes of the Three Mishunos' cohabitant.

Wei Tao gave him a warning glance, then turned around and put an arm on The Inquisitor's shoulder.

Cut Long Hasebe could not help but shiver.

…

The dinner lasted until late at night.

Wei Tao took the initiative to help the sleeping Ji Kai up to the second floor. His actions were so decisive and firm that Yamamochi Kokuhiro did not have time to speak.

Gokusen, one of the survivors of the battle, stopped the blond man from chasing after them. "Yamamochi, can you get a basin of water for the lord to wash his face?"

The dazed Fu Mourning God nodded subconsciously and moved out of the dining hall with unsteady steps.

Candlestick Tachibana looked meaningfully at the blond man's figure disappearing into the darkness and said softly, "Come over?

Aren't you going to send him up? "

"Little Guang, don't bully Yamamochi."

Behind him, Gokusen put on a stern face as he cleaned up the mess and moved the sleeping Fu Mourning God along the way. "Time to get down to business."

The Fu Mourning God, who had a headache from Tsuru Maru calling him "Little Guang" and "Little Guang" all night, rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly. He gave up on the topic and turned to join in the cleaning.