God judge, her career is paramount

Someone in the Honmaru Castle Tower was yelling: "Why do you want to read this kind of book?! Return rope art??? Unexpectedly, I was seen by nothing!!!"

Hidekiri knelt down obediently, his golden eyes were pure and innocent: "Oh... I saw that Kiko-kun was reading this book, so I borrowed it from him on a whim, but it was a surprise that my brother Maru saw it."

God judge: "Tortoise shell Zhenzong??!"

Hikiri recalled: "I remember that Muramasa-kun and Qingjiang-kun who read this book also borrowed it, and..."

"No, I don't want to know!" The god judge broke down and said, "It's normal for you to be interested in human things after you come to this world, but I trouble you to learn the grading system in humans too! Don't let the dagger see it!"

"Cough!" Yao Yan leaned against the door, cleared his throat, and said euphemistically, "Actually, the dagger is only short in body form. As a protective knife, the former masters will not avoid us in anything."

Hidekiri blinked: "If I have to say it, we have even less knowledge of this kind of Taidao that is placed on the knife holder and rarely enters the inner room."

God examiner: "..." I almost forgot, Ranto Shiro told her how he was tied to the former master's thigh to see the former master messing around, but it was their elder brother who was shocked Very innocent.

Yaoken rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, the general who joined the Honmaru at the age of 14 has only just come of age. It's usually because he's busy playing, so he doesn't have the opportunity to get in touch with this aspect."

"...Ah?" The God-inspector stammered: "No, I, I am also from the Neon Kingdom. If you want to get in touch, there are still many channels... and Yaoyan, why are you here?"

Yaoken smiled: "Because of the thunderstorm caused by your violent mood swings, almost all Honwanai episodes have stopped. I was cooking medicine in the kitchen just now, and I heard your name Hikiri, whether as a doctor or as a representative of other swordsmen in Honmaru , I should take a look."

God judge: "..."

"Speaking of which... this book reminded me." Yao Yan pushed his glasses, and there was a flash of light on the lenses—"Having access to channels is not the same as formal education ♂♀. According to the standards of modern society, a general In elementary school, junior middle school, and high school, you need to receive sex education for at least 9 hours three times to form a correct sexual concept and avoid going astray... These courses should have been completed before you became an adult, even if you cannot continue high school courses in Honmaru Learning, but the knowledge of common sense in life is still indispensable.”

The judge... she was dumbfounded.

Yao Yan said lightly: "It just so happens that the general is recuperating in Honmaru recently, so let us make up the physiology knowledge class, and the men of swords and swords in Honwan will also study together. If there is a sleepover in the future, the general and we can prepare in advance."

As soon as this remark came out, Higiri nodded in agreement with great interest, and the judge frantically shook his head: "Oral Valu!!! It's not the dark Honmaru, there will be no sleepers! I will never have sleepers in my life !"

Yaoyan said slowly: "Not only the physiological knowledge class, but also cooking, baking, etc. in the life class..."

God judge: "Cooking is OK!!"...

When he was taken into a kitchen that he never went to, put on an apron and hat sleeves, and whipped the egg whites under the careful guidance of Candlestick Che, the judge hadn't reacted yet.

——Aren't you teaching that old and disrespectful guy Higiri a lesson?How did you get reduced to taking baking classes? ?

You know, when she was in junior high school, she could avoid cooking class if she could. Anyway, there are many girls who are crazy about her, and everyone is willing to give her half of the finished product.

"Master? You're not paying attention." Candlestick couldn't help sighing when she saw that she was beating egg whites slower than a tortoise.

He embraced her from behind the judge, and took her hand with both hands: "It needs to be stirred like this."

The judge felt the warm breath coming from behind: "?????"

Candlestick Che was already holding her hand and began to stir quickly. The egg beater whipped the egg whites and turned them into white waves. The dense foam quickly formed and pulled out a perfect hook.

Candlestick let go of the judge, looked at the work and said with satisfaction: "That's all right, and then we have to whip the cream... After the cake is ready, share it with everyone, so that everyone can feel our lord Your lord's femininity!"

The judge's face turned green.

When she finally escaped from the overly enthusiastic sword man and returned to the castle tower, it was already past lunch time, her stomach was full of cakes and cookies, and her body exuded a sweet and greasy aroma.

"This is your share."

After passing by the waiter, the interrogator placed a small dish of cakes and biscuits next to the mustache-cut dinner plate. The latter had already finished his lunch and was wiping his mouth with a familiar handkerchief... No, it should be like a touch of water gracefully Stick to the corners of the mouth.

His eyes lit up: "Oh! It's dessert after dinner!"

The judge took a second look at his handkerchief, and remembered that he hadn't given him the new handkerchief he had promised.

Mustache picks up a cookie and examines it carefully: "Did you make this yourself? Hmm...it smells so good. It's in the shape of a bear. Hahaha, it's so cute."

The judge twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's basically made of candlesticks." She's just a prop

The appraiser dragged his tired body into the inner room, and lay down under the kotatsu with no love in his life. For her, baking was more tiring than killing alone, and she would rather kill the enemy with a bone. I don't want to hold the egg beater to beat the egg whites.

Mustache picked up the bear biscuit, put it in his mouth and lightly bit off one corner.This is not the first time he has tried foreign fruits. If he really wants to compare them, foreign fruits are not as popular as wagashi for him, but...

As the biscuits melted in the mouth, a mellow spiritual force was also smeared into the tip of the tongue. The stimulation went from the mouth to the brain, and then poured down from the cervical spine into the limbs and bones, leaving an unparalleled sense of comfort.

——This is so timely...!

After discovering that his senses had become dull, he quickly digested the soul in his belly. Without the soul as nourishment, Mustache desperately needed a lot of purity to maintain his appearance.Whenever he had the chance to play in the past few days, he always came back with a small injury, entered the repair pool and soaked for an hour, thinking that his brother was on the run again (this is also part of the reason).

It's just that the concentration of spiritual power in the recovery pool is limited, so it's almost impossible to get the same treatment as the bone ghoul last time, and it's not easy for Hakiri to tie the water to scrap at once... As a result, in the past two days, he was out of In a half-starved state, the dark aura in his body could hardly be suppressed.

"Higakiri, what is your handkerchief made of?" The god-inspector was lying in the kotatsu, holding a tablet on his back to scan the mall... The tablet was repaired by Foxnosuke. In some simple housework spiritual skills, this handkerchief The little fox is pretty useful.

Mustache covered his mouth and lay half prone on the low table, veins burst out on the back of his right hand holding the corner of the table.

The judge waited for a while but didn't get an answer: "Muqiri?"

Mustache moved his throat and said hoarsely, "Do you want to buy a handkerchief?"

The judge didn't hear anything wrong: "Didn't you use one of your handkerchiefs? Buy a new one and return it to you."

Mustache's eyes moved, and he turned to look at the judge: "No need, just return it to me."

The judge glanced at him with a little distaste: "It's all dirty like that, even if I buy ten new ones for you."

Mustache made a haha: "When did the master become so generous? He used to stare at me with murderous looks when he gave me a dumpling."

"...That's because one dumpling costs sixty Jiazhou gold! One handkerchief is only ten small sentences!" The judge angrily said, "One dumpling is enough for you to buy six hundred handkerchiefs!"

"Oh! Is that so?" Mustache suddenly realized.

The examiner: "..." She shouldn't have too much expectations for this Ping An old knife who is really inhumane. Didn't it mean that there is a Bodo in the Fujishiro family who can speculate in stocks?It's all on her list, why hasn't the government of time sent it to her!

Higakiri propped his chin with his hands, looked at her slumped in the futon with a dead fish-like face, and suddenly smiled: "It feels...Master has become a lot more lively recently."

"Ah—?" The interrogator dragged his voice, clearly not believing it.

Hidekiri said softly: "The sword men in Honmaru say that the master is busy going out, and only stays in Honmaru to recuperate for a few days after being seriously injured, which makes them want to get along with you, but they are also afraid that you will come back bloody. In fact... In my opinion, you don't want to always go out, do you? I haven't seen the affairs of the current government for a few days, and the expression on your face is much lighter."

The god judge looked at him for a few seconds, turned his face away, and pointed the back of his head at him: "It would be great to go out, clear up the retrograde army as soon as possible, and the world will be peaceful when the war is over, so I will have time to stay in this pill."

--lie.

The spiritual power drifting from the tip of the nose still has the sweetness of cake, but the breath in it is bitter, with a sense of hypocrisy concealed in layers.

Mustache didn't expose it, he smiled and said: "Yakuken and the others also want you to pay more attention to other things, slow down your pace, working too hard is not good for your health."

The judge said sullenly, "I know."

Yao Yan never gave her any trouble before, this time it was probably because she fell ill suddenly, and the men with swords became nervous, for fear that she would have an accident.

"You can go downstairs to see more, take a walk in the pill, soak in the hot springs, these medicine researchers will definitely not object."

Mustache thought for a while and added: "It's not bad to go to Wanwu. Didn't you say you want to return my handkerchief? You can go to Wanwu together. I heard that many god judges use Wanwu as a pastime in their spare time. .”

"Wan Wu?" The interrogator was not very interested: "Didn't the government of the time say that you should reduce going out except for going out? It's best not to go to Wan Wu now, just buy it online and let them deliver it. Speaking of which, what is your handkerchief?" What material is it? Is there a brand? Tell me quickly, I can buy it.”

Mustache sighed: "No need, just return the original one to me."

Che Jilu's words rolled around and returned to the original point, and the interrogator became impatient: "It's fine if you don't say anything." She compared and searched by herself.

The storage bag was placed on her table, and the interrogator got up and walked over to pick up the storage bag, dug into it twice and pulled out a blood-stained veil.

She vaguely felt that the breath in the storage bag was not right, she put down the veil and reached into the bag to search, and quickly fished out the source of the breath.

——It was a large piece of jade steel.

As soon as he left the storage bag, the pure and delicate spiritual power on the jade steel immediately dissipated. Mustache turned his head sharply to look, and the shining metal in the hands of the God Judge could not be concealed at all.

Mustache asked: "Master, what is that?"

Seeing Yugang appearing out of nowhere, the god judge was startled, then he thought of something from Yugang's breath full of spiritual power, and immediately put down Yugang and continued searching.

——Sure enough, the piece of golden metal fragment was also gone.

It is said that the subject of the summoning has to pay the summoned object, at least between her and Fusangshen, so the reward for the Qilin God summoning her is the golden shard? ... But why can the fragments turn into jade steel?

Mustache saw her stunned: "Master?"

The judge unconsciously touched his forehead, cleared the messy thoughts in his head, and swallowed: "I, I have to go to Fan Ji to ask..."

Regarding the origin of this piece of jade steel, whether it can be used to repair the knee pill, and the changes in the bones, etc., the problems accumulated in the last mission have exceeded her cognition.

Higakiri reminded: "Have you forgotten, the government of the time recommends reducing going out to reduce the possibility of being attacked by retrograde troops."

"...That's right." The judge said angrily, "Why did I forget this?"

She frowned and thought for a while, put Yugang back into the storage bag, and walked towards the stairs with it.

Mustakiri: "Master?"

"I... have something to think about." The judge went upstairs with a lot of thoughts, and suddenly stopped in the middle of the walk, turned back and said to Mustache: "Tell Hasebu, stop all arrangements for battle immediately."

Higakiri hesitated: "All the battle arrangements?"

"Yes, everything, including the expedition." The judge said solemnly: "The purchase of Wanwu is also cancelled, and everything that Honmaru can solve by itself."

Hidekiri frowned slightly: "Is it because of the notice from the Tokashi Government? There is no need to go to this level, right? The notice said that the formation can still proceed normally."

"No, you don't know, you have to stop going out." The judge thought for a while, then turned around and went downstairs: "I'll go to Zhang Gubu by myself, you don't have to go."

Mustache watched her disappear at the top of the stairs, walked downstairs with thumping footsteps, and his expression became troubled: "I can't go out..."

"Hasebe? Hasebe—?" The god judge came out of the castle tower and called out loudly in the main pill.

Just now, she suddenly realized something:

The transfer array is a system provided by the Government of Time. Every transfer will record the two coordinates of the entry and exit in the headquarters of the Government of Time. Once the coordinates are leaked, it is not surprising that the retrograde army can easily invade Honmaru.

If, as Ying guessed, there was an information leak inside the Government of Time that led to the invasion of the retrograde army, then it would not only reduce going out, but even stop going out, because the space-time altar used for going out is also in the Government of Time just like the transfer formation. There is a record in it, who can guarantee that only the database of the transfer array will be leaked and not the altar of time and space?

— and a little more.

"In addition to stopping all going out, there is one more thing." The judge pulled Hasebe and said: "In the future, every time you report the new coordinates to the Government of Time, change the coordinates immediately."

Hasebe, who was pressed and cut, said in a daze: "You are..."

The judge looked gloomy, and said in a low voice: "I suspect that there is an information leak within the Government of Time, and our real-time coordinates must not be known by the Government of Time."

……

"Where are the coordinates? I ask you what her coordinates are?!"

In a certain Honmaru, a young man in a moon-white hunting suit was roaring at a person, spittle flying like a rain of stars.

"Jiazhou Jin Xiaopan, how much do you want? I'll give you all! But the coordinates——I want the coordinates!"

"This, this...you ask me, I can't help it..."

If the interrogator was here, she would recognize that the person being interrogated by No. 2 was the person who brought her to the Government of Time.

At this time, Jie Yin's complexion was pale, and he kept wiping his sweat with his cuffs, and his eyes kept looking at a warrior in armor in the distance.

Tattered hunting clothes, black hat, bone holding a big naginata taller than a human in his hand, his face covered by a white cloth, and his body covered in wisps of black mist... Even if the guide has never been out before, he can still recognize him, this is a retrograde army!

"You saw it too, here I... yes, yes..." No. 2's face was abnormally pale, his hair was messed up, and his hat was gone.Sweat all over his face.

He grabbed the guide's shoulders, his hands trembling: "You must tell me her coordinates... the coordinates of No. 4. You are her guide, and you have the right to view her information... We must give the two This coordinate, if you can’t hand it over, everyone will die here today!”

The other of the two coordinates is the coordinates of Fan Ji. Her intelligence No. 2 can't even touch it, so she can only start with God-inspector No. 4.

The receptionist was full of regrets, he would have known that he would go out to work today, but he was invited here by this lunatic.Before he saw the retrograde army, he still wondered if he was favored by the rich and powerful, and he could lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade, but in the end...

"I, I don't know..." The guide's upper and lower teeth were chattering: "I, I have already given you, my, my account number, and the coordinates, coordinates are all on it. If you can't get in... Then, That can only be that the coordinates have expired..."

No. 2's face was pale: "That bitch...she didn't report the real-time coordinates..."

The armored warriors in the distance stood quietly beside the transfer formation. The transfer formation of Honmaru has been completely controlled by them because of the surrender of the master. As long as it gets the coordinates, it can bring countless companions hidden in the gap between time and space to rush in. Another Honmaru.

If not... It can also summon its companions here, kill the No. 2 God Inspector of Group A, and weaken the combat power of Group A... Presumably its owner will also be satisfied with this result.

The guide was about to cry: "My lord, why on earth...why did you do this..." Colluding with the retrograde army is the only serious crime that the government of time absolutely cannot tolerate. Even if he can get away now, the suspicion on him will be cleared. I don't know.

"Why...you still ask me why..."

No. 2's eyes were bloodshot, and he laughed so hard that his whole body trembled: "Auntie won't help me, what else can I do... Do I want to be ridden on my head forever by others...?"

There is no way to pick up people, so I have to rack my brains and think: "Number 4...Number 4..."

"I, I think about it... She attaches great importance to Fu Sangshen under her command..."

The only two humans in Honmaru were whispering, and the lifeless paper shikigami was floating in the sky.

A few minutes later, No. 2 raised his head, his pale face turned red with excitement: "This is good... this is good..."

He raised his head and yelled to the shikigami in the air: "Call that fake vibe!"

……

"Today's official duties have been completed." Mustaki put the organized folders under his arm, and smiled at the interrogator: "I'll go and put the files back on the second floor, and bring your medicine along the way."

"Oh, let's go." The interrogator was so bored, she lay on the quilt, looked sideways at the sky outside, and murmured: "After drinking the medicine, it's time for dinner again... I haven't had anything this day. what to do..."

Can't go out to battle, can't watch official affairs, can't read historical materials, can't hold hands, can't practice spiritual skills... Her daily life for the past three years has been cut off all at once, and her heart is so empty.

After Mustache helped her bring the medicine, the god-interrogator gurgled away the medicine as if drinking away his sorrow, put down the bowl, and when he was so bitter that he smacked his tongue, something was stuffed into his mouth.

The judge's eyes widened: "Huh???"

Hidekiri withdrew his hand, pulled out another petal, and brought it to her mouth with a chuckle: "I just picked the tangerines harvested by Honmaru yesterday."

Sweetness is sweet, but this kind of overstepping behavior cannot be encouraged.The judge stared at Mustache, ignored the orange petals he handed over, reached out and snatched the tangerine from his hand, broke off the petals and put them in his mouth.

Higakiri didn't care, he ate the orange petals, and suggested: "If you feel like you have nothing to do, you can go to Honmaru for a walk, watch everyone's stories or games, maybe you can find something interesting."

"Is that so..." the judge thought that it would be exhausting just to be exhausted like this, and it would be good to go out for a walk, "Then let's go."

It's just that I didn't expect that as soon as I walked out of the Tianshou Pavilion, a group of short knives rushed over: "Master——!"

"Master, come here! Come with us!"

The judge did not respond: "Are you...?"

Atsushi Shiro took her arm: "General! Let's play the game together! If you miss one out of six, you will be missed!"

"What? Play a game?"

After being pulled into the largest courtyard in Honmaru and seeing the high and wide net, the lime lines on the ground, and the men with swords and swords waving at her by the net, the god judge finally understood.

"You...you are really..."

Her eyes were sore, and Yao Yan could see it. He walked up to the judge and patted her on the back: "Although the general can't exercise vigorously, it's okay to play for a while. This group of people have been practicing for a long time." Oh, time, the generals will test their standards."

The god judge couldn't resist stretching out his hand to grab Yaoyan's neck, and rubbed it on his head: "Thank you very much!"

Izumi Mori Kanesada by the net shouted to her: "Come on! I have practiced smash for three months, and today I will definitely impress you!"

Horikawa Kunimitsu said helplessly: "Ken-san, we are on the same team as the master, and Kane-sang is in charge of the pass today, the one who wants to smash is the master."

On the opposite side of the net is 180+ of Yishui, Nagazene, Candlestick Kiri, and Yamabukunihiro.

Candlestick Kie skillfully twirled a volleyball in his hand, and smiled at the judge: "Come on! Don't you always feel that you can't enjoy fighting with short knives? Today, the handsome me will be your opponent. Be careful! "

"Then I'll wait and see." The judge smiled lightly and ran towards them.

Yao Yan stayed where he was, took off his glasses and fiddled with his rumpled hair, wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and had some wet marks on his gloves.

This "battle" was well played.

After the fight, the judge smiled and hugged Horikawa Kunihiro's shoulders, and praised without hesitation: "Horikawa's setter did a great job! He obviously didn't cooperate, but the timing was perfect!"

Horikawa Kunihiro blushed: "Actually, I'm not very good... Kanesan's first pass was perfect, so I can pass it well..."

And Izumi Mamoru, who is obviously not happy, is bargaining with another pair: "Next time I will be your main attacker! The candlestick will be cut and you will trade with me!"

Almost all the sword men in Honmaru came to watch the game, and now everyone walked to the Ohiro room together, ready to have dinner.

Ji Zhenping, the old swordsman, walked last, and Higakiri, Sankazuki Munekin, and Yingmaru walked together, dragging behind slowly.

With a smile on the corner of Yingwan's mouth, he said softly: "Before today, this Honmaru was exactly as I imagined..."

Sanri Yuezong smiled and said: "Hahaha, the little girl is actually not indifferent, she just puts too much emphasis on going out."

Looking at the darkened sky, Yingwan said with nostalgia, "Da Baoping will like this atmosphere..."

They chatted for a while, Mikazuki Zongjin looked at Hikakiri who had not spoken all the time, smiled and said, "Hiukiri Palace, it's very quiet today."

Hearing this, Mustache slightly raised his eyebrows: "Is that so? Probably because I've watched too much official business, and I'm a little tired."

Sanri Yue Zongjin restrained his smile slightly: "You..."

"I'm fine." Hidekiri interrupted him, the corners of his mouth curled up as usual: "I'm just thinking about whether this Honmaru can maintain this kind of atmosphere forever, it would be great if it could be maintained... something like that .”

Mikayue Zongjin didn't believe his words, because Yingwan was at the side, he didn't say directly: "Muschikiri can talk to the little girl, she has a tolerant temperament and will listen to the thoughts of my subjects."

His smile became colder: "Oh? Why don't you go first... After all..." You are the one whose origin is unknown.

Sanri Yuezong's eyes sharpened suddenly.

The author has something to say: I may not get the quilt and the long-legged song in my life (sluggish.jpg