God judge, her career is paramount

Outside the Honmaru kitchen, Kasen Kanesada paused as he walked in, poked his head out from under the eaves and glanced at the sky.

The morning was sunny and bright, with a breezy breeze, bringing the warm breath of early summer.

"... Am I feeling wrong, why is there a sudden cold wind?"

"Gexian Sang?" Candlestick Che called out from the kitchen.

Kasen Kanesada came back to his senses: "Ah, it's all right."

He walked into the kitchen and put the bag in his hand on the operating table.

Candlestick cut eyes brightened: "Is it a live shrimp?"

"Yes, I ordered it at Wanwu last night, and it was just delivered this morning." Ge Xian rolled up his sleeves, took out an apron from the cabinet, and wrapped it around himself.After sealing this pill some time ago, although I can eat fresh fruits and vegetables every day, there are much less seafood.

He poured the live prawns into a basin to drain the water, picked them a few times, and expressed his satisfaction with the size of the live prawns: "Let's make tempura prawns and nigiri sushi for lunch today!"

Candlestick cut aside and said with a smile: "Is Song Xiansang showing her favor to the master for the matter of the previous two days?"

"W-how can there be!" Ge Xian stuck, "I also like to eat tempura shrimp!"

"Oh...?" Candlestick raised his eyebrows, "Thinking that after these few days, you are finally planning to let this matter go, now it seems that I can still expect the master to wear the JK suit you bought for a long time? "

Kasen Kanesada immediately frowned: "Don't make me look like an idiot, okay?! I'm an elegant knives! J, JK or something... I bought it for the convenience of the master's nostalgia for his school days!"

Zhu Keqie nodded meaningfully: "Yeah, I understand. I heard that Ge Xiansang also taught the master history and literature for a while? It turns out that even the school uniforms are prepared. It is really well-intentioned."

Kasen Kanesada: "..."

Seeing that Ge Xian's expression was getting irritable, Candlestick Che laughed and said, "Please don't mind, I really think it's very interesting."

He eased his smile, stretched out his hand and patted Song Xian on the shoulder: "I always heard from you that the previous master was strict and unreasonable. Although the current master is not as scary as you said, you should accept it when you see it." , don’t create a gap with the master.”

Song Xian was silent for a while, and slowly took a long breath: "Of course I understand."

Hasebe also said the same thing. The subject has no right to comment on the thoughts and actions of the master, so he has never expressed dissatisfaction.

In the past, Yaoyan never persuaded the master with the tone of a doctor. Now, no matter how many clothes and accessories the master doesn’t like, and even if the master lets them dress themselves up, in the end, if there is a next time, the master’s choice and approach will still be impossible. Change.

But...they really don't want to see their master being sent back with his eyes closed.

According to the regulations of the government of the time, after the death of the owner, their ownerless swords will be sealed and collected immediately, after a bunch of tests of unknown meaning, they will be distributed to other god judges.

This time, if it wasn't for the fact that their master was one of the few irreplaceable god judges, and if it wasn't for Fanji to help preside over the overall situation, the Shizhi government would probably not even be willing to salvage them, and deal with them directly as internal fighting, and death would be the result. Dead, not to mention the subsequent production of human bodies, review of cases and judgments...

If the same thing happens again, is it possible for them to get their master back?The answer even just needs to be imagined to make Gexian feel the soul tightening.

Kasen Kanesada was the first to teach swordsmanship and equestrian skills to the god judge. It was also he who persuaded others to take the god judge to the battle for the first time.It is really gratifying to watch the master grow and become stronger step by step, but now Song Xian feels pain because of it... If I had known that this kind of ending would come when the master became stronger, then I shouldn't have...

After realizing what he was thinking, Kasen Kanesada hurriedly stopped his thoughts, collected himself, and focused his energy on the matter in front of him.

"Shrimp...I want to make some other tricks." Kasen Kanesada said in a concealed manner: "Candlestick cut, can you make shrimp balls? I have seen such a sign outside Wanwu's restaurant, it seems to use shrimp meat smashed into mud..."

"Leave it to me!" The candlestick responded with a bite, and said with a smile: "After making it, Ge Xiansang will take the shrimp balls and put them on the host's table in person. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it together."

"Wait, isn't it lunch?"

"Shrimp balls are quite complicated to make, so we can't make it for lunch."

……

On the first day that the God-inspector came to Honmaru, before her initial swordsman Kanesada was summoned, the guide explained to her the importance of the code name and the fate of revealing her real name-[King Yin].

Since ancient times, Neon has had legends about the disappearance of gods. Human beings are taken away by gods, mountain bastards, ghosts, and spirits. Some can reappear after disappearing, some can be found with their remains, and some seem to evaporate from the world. Since then, there has been no news. No one is alive or dead.

Most ghosts happen between monsters and humans.Even if monsters can take away human beings and use spells to make people forget their past, this is only temporary. As time goes by, people can always remember their name and where they came from from the clues. As long as they are not killed by monsters, they are taken away. Human beings can eventually return to their hometown.

However, the ghosts that really happened between gods and humans are different.

Gods usually control artifacts, and the process of naming human dead spirits and receiving them as artifacts is a different kind of hidden spirit.

Many gods are used to doing things arbitrarily. Some gods will simply kill human beings because they love the service of a witch or priest, or even because of their appearance, so that their undead appearance stays at the best age , and then received it as an artifact, so that it will always be by your side.

And the human beings who have been hidden by the gods will never remember, and will never take the initiative to pursue their life experiences and causes of death when they were alive, because once they recall their past, what they will face is more terrifying than the sword falling into the sky. The end...becomes an unrecognizable, ugly and hateful monster, driven by the fear and hatred of death in his heart to trample everything in front of him, and will only end up being killed by the gods.

It's the same even if it doesn't become a sacred weapon, but stands beside the god as a follower.There are too many ways for gods to obtain the real names of human beings. After revealing the real names, human beings have no freedom and no secrets in front of the gods.The secrets deep in my heart are read arbitrarily, and important memories are tampered with at will... In the hands of God, people can only let the latter pinch themselves into an appearance that suits His wishes, and they can take whatever they want without any resistance.

Therefore, for the human beings who have been hidden by the gods, the disappearance of the gods is the real death, forgetting, and disappearance, and life has no meaning anymore.The voices and smiles of relatives and friends, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in life, everything that is nostalgic, cherished, worth remembering, and wants to forget, everything will disappear because of the disappearance of God.

Among human beings, some people who have a deep understanding of gods and monsters, such as onmyojis, will hide their real names in every possible way unless they are strong enough to ignore the prying eyes of the gods. Many people will not say their last names until they die.

The same is true for the god judges of the government of time.Usually, humans who serve the gods will voluntarily give their real names, such as the witch priest, but the god judges of the government of time are different, they must use code names.

In the battle with the retrograde army, the god judges who used to be ordinary human beings changed from the inferiors who looked up to the gods to the superiors who commanded the Fusangshen to fight. Many people did not adapt to such a change, even if the hidden No matter how good it is, the subtleties still reveal the coveting or jealousy of the gods.Coupled with the management of Honmaru and the arrangement of various daily classes, no matter how good a spiritual examiner is, he cannot guarantee that he will never make mistakes and always grasp the speed when getting along with the gods.

When dissatisfaction accumulates to the limit and loyalty is exhausted, those who surround the god judge are no longer a group of gentle gods, but a group of evil spirits with ulterior motives.

The contract with Fusangshen may guarantee that the interrogators will not be killed by Fusangshen. Even if they die, as long as their souls remain, they can continue to reincarnate and have the possibility of starting over.

However, the god judge whose real name is exposed completely loses such an opportunity. His or her soul will be held in the hands of the gods forever. For ten thousand years, as long as God does not let go, human beings do not even have the right to seek death.

After realizing what had happened, the blood on the judge's face faded, his pupils dilated, and he didn't even realize that his breathing was inaudible.

What did she do wrong?Unlike many careless interrogators, she directly uses her surname or a word that has a great connection with herself as her code name. Even if everyone can guess the meaning of No. 4, she will definitely not be able to associate it with her real name.

So it was because of the call of the heroic spirit?At that time, when I was instilled with the information of that world, I also learned the name and life of the possessed body.So when I summoned Higiri to go to that world, Hikiri also got the information about myself in that world just like myself?

Her eyes were still on the sportswear in her hand. The black sportswear had been washed before it was brought, and there was a familiar smell of fabric softener.

Her initial knife—Ge Xian’s cleanliness obsession forced her to pick out her favorite among all the detergents. At that time, she pointed impatiently at one, only to realize later that she accidentally picked it. The scents that are commonly used at home, although I can't help but recall them every time I think of them, I didn't change them on purpose.If there is a blade in this pill that wants to give her clothes, they will also wash them with this scented detergent before giving them to her, because everyone knows that she likes this scent...

……everybody knows.

The judge's fingertips felt cold, and his thoughts spread uncontrollably.

So, besides Higakiri, how many Fusangshen knew her real name...?

Even when she was alone in the face of the prosecution, the interrogator never feared or evaded, but now she can't wait to disappear from Honmaru immediately, away from Hikakiri, the fusangshen, the government of time, and all the gods. The farther away the ghostly things are, the better.

She is not afraid of death, what she is afraid of is losing herself and never seeing her loved ones again.

So... what should she do now?

The character of the God Judge meant that she would not be confused for too long, all her thoughts happened in an instant, and when Mustache spoke again, the God Judge had already made her decision.

"Rie, Rie, Rie..." Hikiri seemed to have no idea what he said. He said it a few times in a soft voice, letting the name bounce off his tongue, and his voice was full of laughter: "such as Rie , Rina, these are common female names in your era, right? Although the syllables are similarly short, they are softer and quieter, and they are not like you. On the contrary, Rie... um... sounds like you, Very straightforward."

"Oh……?"

The judge's tone was calm, she looked at the sportswear in her hand, and a sentence was on her lips.

... The possibility of Quan Honmaru is too small, the most important thing right now is to nip the threat in its infancy.

This is the second time she has used the spirit of speech, and it is also used on Mustache, but the spiritual power contained in it is very different.How fast can a mustache cut draw a knife?Just look at No. 2, and she is faster than him, before he can touch the body...just say a name and a verb, and she can...

"mustache……"

"Brother?"

It was still three words short, and was bitten back into the mouth by the judge.

Fu Sangshen with thin green hair came out from the stairs, and whispered tentatively: "Brother? Is the master awake?"

Seeing his elder brother coming out of the room with a smile on his face, Kagemaru said, "Get up, brother, what can I do with my master?"

The hearing judge had already got up, and Kemaru breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few more steps and stood on the third floor, handing the pair of sneakers in his hand to Higiri: "Brother, you forgot to bring the shoes that match your clothes."

"Oh!" Mustache raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled and said, "Thank you for running errands."

Xiwan sighed and said: "Brother, it's fine if you can't remember your name, but you must never forget what you should do."

Mustaki took the shoes and replied, "Yes~Yes~"

After delivering the shoes, Kagemaru looked at the inner room with the closed door, and tried to raise his voice: "That, that...Master, good morning."

The voice of the examiner came from behind the door: "Good morning, Xiwan."

The master's voice is not as quiet as before, but because of the high tone, it is a bit immature...Kei Wan thought of something, his ears turned red, and hurriedly said: "I, I'm leaving! There is still Ma Dang today... "

"Hmm~" Mustache cut eyebrows and eyes curved: "Ma Dang Fan, come on, Ma Kai Wan~"

The voice of Kewan collapsed from far downstairs: "My name is Brother Kewan!"

Mustache walked towards the inner room with his shoes in his hands, and stopped in front of the door: "Master? Do you need me to bring the shoes in?"

The inside quickly replied: "Put

Let's be outside. "

Mustache: "Okay~"

In the inner room, the interrogator clutched his clothes tightly and took a deep breath silently...Calm down, Rie, calm down.

Even if it hadn't been interrupted by Kewan just now, she wouldn't have continued with that speech.Because she suddenly realized two problems, one is that the mustache in front of her is the spirit of Token Fusangshen's main body. The deity "reads" that by then, the threat will not be a powerful ghost, but a real god.

And the second point...

She has heard mustache's heartbeat, heartbeat cannot lie.Not long ago, Higakiri made an oath to her with his heartbeat - "I will dedicate my loyalty to you and fight for you until the last moment".

So, should I trust him or not?

The mind examiner bent down, put his cold fingers on his sore eyes, and tried to calm his breath.

She had never felt so clearly that the trust between herself and Fu Sangshen was so fragile.

Mustache put the shoes away, took the documents and went to the attendant's room to read them, picked out some important ones and kept them next to him, and prepared to report them to her when the interrogator came out.

Not long after, the sliding door of the inner room was opened, and the interrogator walked out barefoot wearing the black sportswear.

"Breakfast is on your table. Today is vegetable porridge, saury, an egg, and milk. Yaoken said that although your body will not grow like an ordinary child, it is always right to be rich in nutrition."

Mustache turned his head and saw her standing barefoot on the tatami, raised his eyebrows: "You forgot to wear socks. Your current physical age is at a time when you are prone to illness, you should pay more attention to your body."

The judge glanced at him, and walked towards the breakfast table. When he spoke, his voice was as calm as ever: "I just looked for it. I only have a foot bag and no socks. Even if I have one, it doesn't fit."

"Hey..." Higakiri stood up and walked towards the place where the shoes were placed, still saying something in his mouth: "Did you only wear witch clothes these few years? Even we all wear western clothes, even though the government of the time was unified Arranged."

The appraiser looked casual and said: "My clothes are all prepared by Song Xian and the others, I am too lazy to care about them."

"Oh, as expected, it's Housework Maru." Higakiri took out a new pair of white socks from the sneakers that Kemaru brought, along with a note written by Kemaru: Brother, you forgot the socks.After the owner's body changes, everything needs to be fully prepared!

Mustache took the socks and walked towards the judge, seeing that she had already started eating breakfast, he sat down cross-legged beside her with a smile, opened the sock bag, and stretched out his hand to the judge.

The judge glanced at him, swallowed the porridge in his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Mustache cut eyes with a smile: "Go ahead and eat, I'll put socks on for you."

God judge: "..."

But when Mustache really reached out to grab her foot, the judge did not refuse, but followed his force to stretch her foot over, put down the spoon, picked up the egg and began to peel the shell.

Mustache put her heels in his palms, held her ankles with a tiger's mouth, and then began to put the socks on her feet, and said in his mouth: "You are so skinny, you need to eat more."

God examiner: "Soak in the potion for a month and you won't lose weight."

A sock was put on one foot, and the judge stretched out the other foot, his movements were natural and casual, as if he had never wanted to kill the man in front of him.

The soles of her feet are only two-thirds of the length of Mustache's hand. Not only are there no calluses on the newly cultivated body, but even the pores are too small to be seen. It is as white and tender as a peeled egg in the hands of a judge.The round nails are also painted with bright red nail polish, with several different knife patterns hooked in gold.

Mustache's movements slowed down, watching the knife lines on her nails darken, his big hand lightly grasped the arch of her foot, and when he let go, a few finger marks were left on the thin white skin of the instep.

Mustache said lightly: "Your legs seem to be a little swollen."

The judge said indifferently, "I walked too long yesterday."

"Then take a rest today."

Mustache put on white socks for her, and patted her back before sending them back. When he looked at the judge, his golden eyes were so clear that there was no haze, and his movements were natural and intimate, as if he had never felt the contract in the depths of his soul being activated. Pass.

The judge twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's up to you."

She turned her head and continued to eat breakfast, Higakiri stood up and went back to the waiter's room to continue working.

The judge used a spoon to stir the vegetable porridge in the small bowl, but his eyes did not focus on it.

——Can she trust this vibrating knife?

Higakiri held the document, rubbed the paper with his fingertips, his mind was not on the content of the document at all.

——As expected of the master he had his eyes on, he was decisive enough.

The author has something to say: Guess everyone, did my brother really forget to bring his shoes and socks or pretend.