Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Zong Jue’s Honmaru has two more daggers—to be precise, it should be two more daggers soon. After much consideration and consultation with the sword in question, Teruhashi Xinmei transferred the five tigers’ contract back to Hirano Toshiro Gave it to Zong Jue.

Although Wuhu Tui still felt that Zong Jue was so serious that it was intimidating, this pill was full of strange aura that made his back shiver.

The transfer of the contract does not take effect immediately. Before that, the five tigers retreat and Heping Notoshiro still needs to stay in Teruhashi Shinmi's Honmaru for a period of time, waiting for the government of the time to complete the long and complicated but indispensable process.

——In order to avoid illegal sword transactions and ensure that the contract transfer is carried out with the full knowledge and consent of the sword man, even Zong Jue cannot omit these official procedures.

But at this time Yaken Toshiro was not in the mood to be happy about the arrival of his younger brothers. He was looking at the case archives about his former interrogator copied from Foxanosuke word by word, and then knocked on his face with a serious face. Opened the door of the judge's room.

It was already late at night, but there was a fire burning in his chest, and it was so burning that he couldn't calm down at all.

The inquisitor apparently fell asleep and was woken up again by him. He was naked from the upper body and only wore a dark feather kimono loosely. He opened the door with half-opened eyes and let him in without asking anything.

"Is there something urgent?" Zong Jue rubbed his eyelids that kept trying to fall, sat cross-legged and yawned, trying to pull himself together.

My own small knife has always been measured, if it wasn't for something really important, I would never have come to him so late.

"No..." Yaken Toshiro pursed his lips and organized his thoughts as calmly as possible, so as not to be overwhelmed by too intense emotions.

——In fact, he has always been wondering why the family of the former god judge was so anxious to settle the case, especially after he worked for the Government of Time and gained a deeper understanding of the entire reporting and litigation process, he felt more and more that the other party The attitude of the family was so anxious that it was strange.

In fact, they can use the long litigation process to drag him down. As long as the report is continuously reported to the higher authorities, and they are constantly queued up among the countless reported cases, they can even forcefully drag the case to the entire Honmaru with the power of the other party's family. Because of the lack of spiritual power, the knife was broken, and Honmaru was abandoned by the time government.

That anxious attitude seemed to be in a hurry to bury something completely.

Yaken Toshiro called up the file of the case again and looked it up word by word. The file was full of documents that he never had the courage to open after the war casualty case was settled, and finally found a sense of disobedience.

"The Crane Maru Hall is gone." He said, "There is still a brother, they have been deleted."

In the list of broken knives on more than a dozen sheets of paper, crossing out one or two names will not attract half of the attention, after all, the list is too long to make people want to read more.

Immediately afterwards, many doubts surfaced that he hadn't noticed and had no time to think about. As we all know, the number of flowers used to assess the rarity of swords actually also symbolizes the demand for the level of spiritual power of the god-inspector, four-flower or five-flower level If the sword does not reach the corresponding level of spiritual power, even if it can be forged or retrieved by going out of the battle, it will not respond to the call of the god judge.

But Yaken Toshiro clearly remembers that although the spiritual power of the former god judge was so poor that he could barely hold a short sword, there are Tsurumaru and the first-stage one-strike, two-strike, four-flower tachi in this pill.

"Buying and selling swords?" Zong Jue raised his eyebrows.

"You can say that." Yaken Toshiro couldn't help laughing sarcastically, "If you even have Honmaru, it's included in the transaction."

"The Honmaru coordinates on the document are different from the coordinates in my memory, and the Honmaru where the space coordinates I remember belongs to a person I don't know at all in the records of the Government of Time."

If you use a game to describe it, it is equivalent to someone selling the initial number with two rare characters to his former god judge, so the family of the former god judge is so anxious to settle this case and dare not delay When the Honmaru is abandoned, because the government of Time will recycle and investigate every abandoned Honmaru, there is no way to cover up this matter at that time.

There is no doubt that this kind of Honmaru transaction is also explicitly prohibited by the Tokito government, and even punished for a more serious crime than sword smuggling.

If found out, almost the entire family could be prepared to be kicked out by the Government of Time.

"I'll take care of it." Zong Jue sighed, and decided that since he couldn't sleep well, let's all stay together, "Come and help."

"Yes!"

After Yaoken Fujishiro told the story, it was as if a huge burden had been removed. Even if he followed Zong Jue all night to sort out information and write a report, and pull up the relevant personnel who were sleeping soundly to hold a video conference, he was still in good spirits the next morning. Yiyi can still go to the kitchen to help Kasen Kanesada, who has already started to extinguish the fire, to prepare breakfast, and by the way, tell him that the god-inspector is catching up on sleep, so there is no need to prepare his portion.

More people are busy until dawn and fall headlong on their desks. Before falling down, they still don’t forget to curse a certain wild fox who is an intermittent workaholic and doesn’t look at the time.

Old people are really not suitable for staying up late.Zong Jue woke up with a buzzing head and sneezed three times in a row. He sat on the bed for a long time with a dull expression before barely recovering a little IQ. It took half an hour before he really woke up and was able to walk out of the room and start dealing with today's work.

As a matter of course, there are mountains and seas of files, and Honosuke struggled to classify the files into piles and hand them over to Zong Jue for recovery. I don’t know why I just slept normally, and the surge of files almost crashed the computer the next day. It understands every word on the document, why it is completely incomprehensible when they are put together, God interrogator, what did you do yesterday to receive a homicide trial summons from the time government court at the same time this morning? And the acceptance letter of the illegal smuggling case, plus thirty to forty pages of documents from Gao Tianyuan and Huang Quan with so much resentment that they could write "Welcome to Abi Hell" directly at the beginning.

Foxnosuke is very innocent, and Foxnosuke wants to cry.

Then it really cried, sobbing and weeping while trying to organize the files, the pitiful sobs that were suppressed in the throat could not be more endearing, but Zong Jue, who was adjusted to the working state, didn't even look at him much Throw the summons into the trash can conveniently.

"Don't bring this kind of waste paper over here." Zong Jue said and signed his name at the end of the document with incomparable dexterity - the name of an existence like him has power in itself, and the contract takes effect immediately when the pen is written.

In the next few hundred years, that annoying family will no longer have the opportunity to jump in front of their own daggers.

As for hundreds of years later?

The end result of offending the gods is that the family will gradually lose favor and find it difficult to give birth to children with "talent", and within three generations they will become the ordinary people they used to look down on the most.

No, not even ordinary people, just like the blessings of ancestors will benefit future generations, the sins of ancestors will also be imprinted in the blood of future generations, making them abandoned by the gods, which is equivalent to losing the chance to make a comeback forever. From birth, he was doomed to live a mediocre and ordinary life.

This matter passed through Zong Jue's mind for a while and then it disappeared. It's just that after he finished processing those documents, he had to spend an extra ten minutes to comfort the crying boy curled up in a ball under the table. Wet fox nosuke.

After that, it took a few days to finish other miscellaneous things, Zong Jue finally freed up time to forge Yao Lang's sword.

The location is his forging room in Huangquan. Izanami did not welcome Tianjin God to enter Huangquan. As a ghost lamp to help cover Xiaohuwan's trace, Zongjue took over a relatively special enemy sword.

With a shake of rationality and calmness, he can sit with the ghost lamp and eat three-color meatballs. He actively asks Huang Quan for help.

"Ah, I just agreed to play around at that time." The young Di Dao has a handsome appearance, with long straight black hair hanging behind his back, even if he is wearing a nondescript and rustic ninja costume to a certain level, his aloofness will not be damaged in the slightest. With an arrogant temperament, he tilted his head slightly and his black eyes were as cold as ice, "That kind of low-level illusion can't confuse me."

After all, in his world, building a moon was just a matter of ninjutsu, and the little tricks of the time retrograde army were really not enough to watch.