*

Once again, Ji Kai returned to the forging room.

But this time, when he entered the quantity, why was the time 00: 20: 00?

"Haha, you're here?" Gokusen Kanazane's laughter could be heard from outside the door. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Ji Kai was staring at the tablet in a daze.

"Oh, looks like it's a dagger this time!"

Fu Mourning God was in a good mood after receiving two colleagues in succession. "I hope it's a newcomer who knows how to be cultured."

"As long as those kids don't cause trouble."

Uncle Fujiwara picked up the tool and hammered his waist with his hand while lamenting over his continuous forging. "Sigh, the young people nowadays really don't care about the feelings of the old …"

After coming and going a few times, Ji Kai had basically figured out Uncle Fujiwara's temper.

Uncle Fujiwara had a bad temper and loved to insult people. Even the most ordinary conversation could make him speak with a foul taste.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Gokusen Kanazane took out the snacks he brought. "When it's over, please be sure to go to the kitchen. I'll prepare dinner for you."

Ji Kai stood to the side and acquiesced to Fu Mourning God's behavior. Uncle Fujiwara's attitude towards him was slightly better because of the two previous feedings.

It seemed that no matter what era, it was a universal law to be soft-spoken after eating.

Fujiwara naturally took the snacks and stretched out his hand to Ji Kai at the same time.

After sifting through various possibilities, The Inquisitor returned the tablet to Uncle Fujiwara. "I've prepared a surprise for you in the kitchen."

"Ah?" Gokusen Kanazane looked at the young man in surprise. "A surprise?"

"Go take a look." After working for several hours, Ji Kai couldn't wait to share his results with others.

Ten minutes later, Gokusen hurried over. "This is great!

My Lord! "

"But … I don't know how to use it …"

He forgot to leave the instruction manual.

Ji Kai suddenly remembered. He checked the time and said, "Let's cook dinner together after we're done with Snickersnee."

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

This was the third time in a day that he had awakened the Fu Mourning God. Ji Kai was very familiar with it.

The same light flashed, and a little boy appeared in front of them.

"I'm from the Five Tigers Retreat.

That …? '

I'm sorry, because the tiger is so pitiful. "

A little boy with short silver hair, wearing black shorts and socks, was holding a kitten (?)

He said with trepidation.

Ji Kai scratched his head. Shortsword's teary eyes made him think, "How troublesome."

However …

His gaze shifted from the animal in the other person's arms to the other four kittens curled up at the other person's feet. His tone unconsciously softened.

"Can I feed your cat dried fish?"

…

"I'm Candlestick Tachibana, the knife that can cut a bronze candlestick in half.

… Hmm, he's still not handsome enough. "

The blue-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God wore an eye patch and introduced himself confidently and handsomely. His white shirt was unbuttoned under a black suit jacket, and one could vaguely see his collarbone.

"Candlestick Cutting, what's your specialty?"

The Inquisitor, who had been forging knives until the wee hours of the game, asked.

…

Finally, they gathered enough people to form a team.

After Gokusen Kanazane gave them a simple tour of This Pill, the new population arrived at the entrance.

There, the owner of This Pill — The Inquisitor Ji Kai — was waiting for them.

"It's getting late, but before we allocate rooms and go to bed, there's one more thing that we need everyone to work together to complete."

Ji Kai stepped to the side, revealing a small mountain of assets piled up at the entrance. "I need everyone to move this to the warehouse."

Gokusen Kanazane was speechless.

Was this what you meant when you said you didn't care anymore?

Candlestick Tachibana was speechless.

They had to do this kind of uncool physical work as soon as they arrived?

What if their hair was messed up?

"This is really scary …" Tsurumaru Kuninaga expressed that The Inquisitor had really surprised them.

"That's just right. Replicas are suitable for this kind of work." Yamamochi Kokuhiro was unmoved.

"I, I'll work hard … Lord …" The Five Tigers Retreat whimpered, but they still wanted to try.

Tarō Tarō was speechless.

Was this what they could do for their Lord?

Since then, carrying assets had become a tradition in this Honmaru to welcome newcomers.

*

The next morning, when Cut Long Hasebe walked into the restaurant, he was unexpectedly greeted with a warm welcome.

"Hasebe -kun!" Candlestick Tachibana shouted. "What an unexpected meeting."

"Yo, the newcomer I didn't see yesterday?" Tsuru Maru Guo Yong looked at him curiously with a freshly baked bread in his mouth.

"You're injured?"

The golden-haired youth glanced at him from under the blanket. As Fu Mourning God, they were very sensitive to fluctuations of spiritual energy.

"Just in time."

Taitō Tarō handed him a pair of chopsticks when the gray-haired Fu Mourning God walked over. "Try the delicacies of this mortal world."

Something grabbed the corner of his clothes with its claws. Hasebe lowered his head and met the white tiger's big black eyes.

"I, I'm sorry …" The silver-haired boy hurriedly grabbed his companions from the ground. "They won't bite."

At this moment, The Inquisitor yawned and walked in from outside. "Gokusen, what's for breakfast today?"

… He had just slept, but why did it feel like the world had turned upside down?

Pressuring Hasegawa suddenly discovered that it was a very difficult challenge to maintain yesterday's silence in this group of newcomers.

In the original This Pill, because The Inquisitor had too many sword vibrations, he was used to keeping a low profile in the crowd. There were three people who had a high status because of their achievements and rarity, Taitō One Vibration, Taitō One One Vibration, who was deeply trusted and loved by the short swords of Soda Kou, cute and spoiled Jiazhou Qingguang, and Grand Baoping, who was known as the masterpiece of Japanese swords. In terms of seniority, rarity, popularity, and personality, he was nothing special in any aspect.

Therefore, it was natural that The Inquisitor reduced the number of times he went out and was even completely shelved in the later stages.

In the past few years, with a lot of data and statistics, The Inquisitor was already familiar with the number of sword vibrations and the personality of each sword vibration.

They were no longer as ignorant and ignorant as they were in the early days of the Divine Inquisitors, who used whatever saber they could forge. After they took up the job, the first thing that almost every Divine Inquisitor did was to forge sabers continuously. Then, according to their preferences, they would carefully choose and focus on grooming them.

However, considering the uncertainty of forging swords, the result of working towards a certain target was that the number of swords in This Pill rose sharply in a short period of time.

On the first day, The Inquisitor had an average of eight swords.

On the second day, this number would rise to fifteen.

But now, it was already the third day, and the number of swords in The Inquisitor's saber tent in This Pill was still pitifully low.

This matter was extremely abnormal.

While eating breakfast silently in the corner, Cut Long Hasebe quietly looked at The Inquisitor not far away.

The young man had slightly curly short hair, a handsome face, and an introverted temperament. When he sat there quietly, there was a kind of indifference and alienation from the inside out, and a vague, unknown deterrent force.

This was the feeling Hasebe had when he first saw him.

But this feeling completely disappeared when The Inquisitor stared at the food!

He picked up a piece of thick egg and slowly stuffed it into his mouth. Then, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and chewed carefully.

A few seconds later, the young man raised his neck, and the protruding Adam's apple slid up and down on that beautiful and elegant line.

The thick egg slid down his throat.

The Inquisitor opened his eyes and hugged Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was sitting next to him, "This is so delicious, isn't it, Tsuru Maru -kun?"

The pair of black eyes that Hasebe found unfathomable and unfathomable, at this moment, were brimming with such pure joy and natural satisfaction.

It was as if a piece of thick egg should be so delightful.

The gray-haired man was very shocked.

He lowered his eyes and turned his attention to the food in front of him for the first time.

He couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks and imitate The Inquisitor. He carefully picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed three times, and swallowed.

… It was indeed a very good thick egg.

But there was still a big gap between it and the unique delicacy he imagined.

Why did The Inquisitor feel so happy with this kind of appearance and taste?

Could it be that the taste system of humans and Fu Mourning God was different?

Cut Long Hasebe thought about it again and again. In the end, he maintained the same evaluation as at the beginning — unfathomable.

Cut Long Hasebe ate breakfast absent-mindedly until Candlestick Tachibana called him several times. He didn't know when, but Taitō, who was wearing a black T-shirt, was sitting next to him.

"Hasebe -kun, is the food not to your taste?"

One of the head chefs asked with concern. "This is the first meal made with the master's new kitchen utensils. If you have any problems, please don't be careless. I will try to improve it."

"… No …" Cut Long Hasebe shook his head. Candlestick Cutting's extra attention put a lot of pressure on him.

The newly forged knives were like this. They were naturally friendly and considerate, and they pursued harmony.

They hadn't even participated in a battle, let alone the problems that would soon come and were inevitable.

When that time came, who knew how many knives and swords would remember the good times at the beginning?

"… Are you hurt?"

Candlestick Cutting quickly noticed Hasebe's abnormality. "Hasebe -kun, you need treatment." Taitō frowned and said seriously.

"… It's okay."

The gray-haired Fu Mourning God moved to the other side to put some distance between them. Then he stood up and said, "I'm done eating."

"Thank you." Cut Long Hasebe thanked him solemnly before he left with the plate of food.

Candlestick Tachibana was completely confused. His heart was only filled with the injury from the knife. He hurriedly got up and chased after the gray-haired man without caring about his handsome demeanor.

Gokusen Kanazane stopped him.