[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

After a series of crane flying, raccoon jumping, Hakata calling... After that, this lively activity full of "joyful laughter" finally ended smoothly, and Edgar and his swords returned to Honmaru safely.

And everyone who had been looking forward to this pill for a long time and stretched their necks almost stretched their necks saw that the judge was not only intact, but even seemed a little excited, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and then enthusiastically greeted him. The companion picks up the wind and washes the dust.

——"Dust" is real dust.

In the first episode, he looked at Edgar, who was neatly dressed and almost identical to the one before he went out, and then at his colleagues and younger brothers who were all disheveled and had signs of minor injuries or slander. "It's really been a tough battle." Yiqi Yizhen sighed, picked up a handkerchief and wiped Bodo's dusty face.

However, he soon noticed the stiff state of his younger brother, thinking that Bodo might have gotten into a fight because he hadn't been praised, so he said again: "It's really hard work, protecting the lord very well, Bodo has done a great job Not bad."

"..." After being praised, Bodo was uncharacteristically, he didn't raise his nose to ask for rewards, and even became more stiff.

Originally, according to Bodo's vision, the question-and-answer session when they returned should unfold like this:

『Hakata: Brother 99, Brother [-]!do you know?We are fighting against the [-]th-level inspector, the opponent is super strong, and Qing Jiang's body is blown away with one blow! 』

"Episode Yizheng: What!It doesn't matter! ? (Check nervously)』

"Hakata: It's okay!Thanks to the tactics devised by Hakata-sama (accent) and the help of Tsurumaru who appeared suddenly (light tone), we ended the battle almost unscathed! 』

"All brothers: Hakata is amazing!With such a strong tactical mind, it must be the same in terms of financial management!All our pocket money is for you! 』

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However, in reality, if he started the conversation in such a disheveled manner, the topic would definitely be drawn to:

"One issue, one shock (worried): Why does Bodo, who is almost unscathed, have so many stains and small wounds on his body?If it hurts, don't be brave! 』

"Hakata: It's because everyone fell into Tsurumaru's trap several times on the way back. In the end, we couldn't get enough of it, so we pressed Tsurumaru into the pit together and fought for several rounds to become what we are now. ~The wounds were all caused by internal fighting, hahaha! 』

What……

How could it be possible to tell everyone! ?Damn Tsurumaru!Give me back my financial opportunities! ! !

Across the group of heavy knives, Bodo glared fiercely at the real black crane covered in mud, and looked at each other tacitly with his comrades in arms, and nodded at the same time, deciding to tell the truth of the matter forever. Swallow it into the stomach, and make an appointment to fulfill a "scared" dream for a frightened old man on a certain day.

But before they could talk more through this overly rich eye contact, Edgar quickly healed their wounds one by one as the wounded.The mood turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and the revenge team, which was still floating petals, disbanded quickly and on the spot.

And the other side.

Looking at those swordsmen who were completely healed by just being patted on the head, and were very satisfied, Qing Jiang, who was holding a slander sign, shook his head secretly.

I really don't understand these knives.

Thinking this way, he held Edgar's hand stretched out to his head, blinked his long and thick eyelashes, looked up at the judge pitifully, and said rather weakly: "Compared to this The quick treatment like fast food, I want to do a formal hand-in. As a new sword, I want to get along with the master more intimately no matter what."

"...Well," Edgar thought briefly, then smiled and nodded in agreement with his request, and replied, "Yes."

"What, what! So there is still this trick!"

"It's too cunning! Could it be that Qingjiang, you have not treated him all this time just for this moment!?"

The swords were shocked, and then they all shouted: "Master, I also need a hand! I am seriously injured!"

"Hehe, there must be someone who comes first, first come," Qing Jiang pointed at his "Slander" sign as if emphasizing something.Then he stared at all the swords that imitated his methods, and stopped the self-mutilation of several extremists with a single sentence.He said: "Besides, wasting the spiritual power of the master is not the quality that a good sword should have."

"..." The deflated ones stared at him angrily, but they really didn't do anything anymore.

Therefore, Qing Jiang, who had no external force to hinder him, gently held Edgar's right hand again, squinted his eyes half-closed his cheek and rubbed it cheerfully a few times, "Ah, when I think of being carefully watched by the master, Touching all parts of the body, here and there will become more rigid." Qingjiang's soft white hair slowly drooped down with his movements, revealing a face full of teasing and provocation looking at the swordsmen. Heterochromatic red pupils.

Feeling the resentment and jealousy coming from around him, the Wakizashi who smiled more and more cheerfully glanced around and explained with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the blade and scabbard."

"..." Edgar, who didn't respond to the dirty jokes, broke away from Qing Jiang's restraint with a little force.He gently covered Qingjiang's red eyes with his hand, blocking his provocative eyes towards other swordsmen, and then raised his other hand to stroke Qingjiang's hair that almost blocked half of his vision, thoughtfully Said: "Okay, let's go and enter the room."

"Yes, Master~" Qing Jiang naturally agreed happily.

Manual entry?Spirit power injection?Qing Jiang is seeking his own death.Looking at the figures gradually leaving one by one, Akashi, who was observing secretly, covered his face.

And the other knife that is some distance away from Akashi is also rare to agree with him——

hands in...

The candlestick who watched the whole process couldn't help recalling the past, and touched the bangs that still couldn't cover his right eye with lingering fear.Considering that he was powerless no matter what he thought, he picked up the fresh tomatoes in the field and continued to do farm work as if nothing had happened, "What kind of dishes are better for tomatoes."

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hands into the room.

Edgar, who said that he was going to buy for Qingjiang, took the first step after entering the house, and swept aside all the props such as powder sticks and dingzi oil that were needed for buying.Under Qing Jiang's somewhat puzzled gaze, Edgar explained this: "While treating me, I want to do a small experiment. Can Qing Jiang cooperate with me?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

As a flamboyant sword, but actually full of loyalty and neat workmanship, Qing Jiang nodded and agreed to the request of the God Judge without hesitation.Considering that it is best not to disturb the master's experiment, he took off the main body and handed it to Edgar, then found a place a little further away and sat down quietly.

However, Edgar took over the wakicha and walked up to Qingjiang deliberately, "Whether it is Fu Sangshen's body or human form is the object I want to observe." Edgar said so, and also sat with Qingjiang He landed on the ground, and gently reminded, "So I started? It may be a little uncomfortable, I hope you can bear it."

Uncomfortable?

Qing Jiang was a little surprised, but still kept his original smiling face, and teased: "Huh? Could it be that the master wants to do something to me that cannot be mentioned in front of other people? If it is the master~ I can do it anytime?"

"That's really great." Edgar once again ignored the characteristic language in Qingjiangkou, and gently stroked the slightly damaged Wakizasa.

"...!?" Qing Jiang, who still wanted to make some more jokes, suddenly bent down, "...Woo, um... um...?" He clenched his teeth, but he still let out a few unbearable sounds croon.

Seemingly unable to comprehend the current situation, Qing Jiang moved slowly and put his left hand on his right arm, which was full of strange feelings.Through his gradually blurred vision, he vaguely realized that his arm, which was red, swollen and painful due to the fracture, had healed.

So, so, now...is already...in the category of...experiment...?

Feeling the spiritual power in his body suddenly filled to an abnormal level, Qing Jiang only felt that his brain seemed to be stirred into a viscous and dense liquid by this force, and he completely lost the ability to think, leaving only one sentence that seemed to be Complaining "Is this 'a bit uncomfortable'...?" Words lingered in my mind.

Edgar heard Qing Jiang's small complaints in his heart, but he just watched the blade and the figure in front of him as if he didn't hear it, and when Qing Jiang was about to lose consciousness, he raised the opponent's chin and asked: "Please Tell me how you feel. Pain? Itching? Fullness?"

"...Woo...um," Facing Edgar's question, Qing Jiang, who was a little sober, simply gave up his patience with this strange feeling, and opened his lips with a blushing face.However, when he wanted to answer cooperatively, a few unstoppable groans came out of his mouth: "Haaah...ah...no, um...um...!"

"It seems that it is difficult for you to use 'speak', so you can stay awake and use 'think'." Amidst the cadenced moans, Edgar's calm words that were not disturbed at all seemed particularly special. unexpected.On the contrary, his hand was stroking Qing Jiang's face very gently, wiping away the sweat that kept overflowing for him, "Sure enough, this is the best choice."

"...?" Qing Jiang failed to understand Edgar's words.However, suddenly, he, who was half prostrate on the ground, suddenly held his head in his hands and propped himself up.

The wet long blue hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to his fair and slender neck, and the trembling Adam's apple loomed as he moaned, "Head...! Woo... It hurts... Ah, yes, Can it move...? Ah...hah!"

Feeling the severe pain caused by the sudden transfer of spiritual power to the head, Qing Jiang struggled feebly and then subconsciously curled up his body.He involuntarily groped for all the objects that he could touch nearby, and kept rubbing them vigorously after holding them in his hands, as if he was relying on such venting to divert his pain.

"...Ugh...! Ah, ha... ha...?"

After a long while, probably gradually getting used to the deep pain, Qing Jiang opened his eyes tremblingly.Through the hazy tears, he suddenly realized that he was pulling Edgar's clothes, and that piece of fabric had become a crumpled rag.

"...Wooah!" He immediately wanted to let go of his hand and try to smooth it out to restore it to its original shape, but the effect of allowing him to resist some severe pain made Qingjiang a little hard to give up.

"Ah, don't worry about this." Edgar stretched out his hand and combed Qing Jiang's messy and wet long hair.Looking at the brighter armor in front of him, and adding a few traces of complicated gold patterns to his clothes, he also happily praised: "Qingjiang has worked very hard, and he has done a good job."

Hearing this, Qing Jiang raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile as usual.Feeling the increase in strength proportional to the pain, he also somewhat understood the purpose of the God Inspector's experiment—it should roughly be related to the sword's plan.

If everything is for becoming stronger, there is nothing to complain about.Qing Jiang bit his lip and gathered some strength, his eyes were full of helplessness, but he still trembled and replied: "Ha... um, many, many thanks... for the compliment... ah...?"

So, the experiment continued.

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Listening to Qingjiang's continuous groaning in the background, which was especially groaning because Ben Dao didn't intend to suppress it, the holy grail couldn't hold back the envy in his heart anymore.

While it kept bouncing around in Edgar's pocket, trying to get Edgar's attention, it kept chanting its own wishes: [Dear, dear!This is definitely the legendary act of replenishing magic that can only be performed between magicians with very good relationships. I want it too!Come on, pour my dear magic power into my body! ]

[Hey, I really can't help you. ] Although he felt that there was something wrong with its theory of replenishing magic, it was irrelevant after all. Edgar still used his mind to transmit a little bit of energy to the Holy Grail.

Lord Great Grail: [Hic. ]

The author has something to say: Even if the mana is really replenished, the Great Holy Grail of the little bird's stomach can't show the slightest bit of lust at all, which is really admirable.