save the judge

The "center" of the research institute managed by the King of Gold has concentrated many talents in the medical field, and has a well-deserved right to speak in the study of supernatural powers. Jingujiquan's physical condition has recently been seriously weakened, otherwise the King of Gold would not So urgently ordered the clan to pick him up and come to Kanto for treatment.

All kinds of mechanical instruments issued mechanical and cold notification sounds, and the researchers in white coats hurried back and forth. No one saw that there was still a person standing behind the potted green plant at the corner of the stairs.

Jingujiquan pulled up the ill-fitting white coat on his body, quietly opened the window a little, and then lighted the cigarette in his hand with confidence.

The researchers in the center are more serious than each other, looking at him like a prisoner, not allowing him to do this and not allowing him to do that, as if he would die on the spot if he took a step out of the ward, and would kick his legs and die suddenly if he got out of bed without wearing a coat. Seeing that he was smoking, he had every reason to believe that the group of nerds would peek through the door even when he went to the bathroom.

Alas... How boring is life without cigarettes and alcohol, why don't they understand.

The young man with a cold and delicate face was coughing, with tears coming out of the corners of his eyes, and his pale, almost colorless lips were smeared with blood-like red. If you think about something.

Izumi Jinguji, who sneaked out of the ward to enjoy the spoils, took the breath of tobacco in his lungs for a while before exhaling reluctantly. Watching the thin white smoke curl up in a beautiful posture, covering all the scenery in front of him blurred.

Suddenly there was a whispering human voice not far away. He squinted his eyes and looked forward through the gap in the pot of plants taller than a person in front of him. He only caught a touch of golden clothes.

The clan of the King of Gold, "Oshiin", has a unified attire, which is the same as the representative color of the king, a set of golden hunting clothes.The members of Ashi-in are all top talents from all walks of life in Japan. For various confidentiality needs, there is a rabbit mask in their standard attire.

And, I don't know if it's the bad taste of the strongest king on the ground, they all have a lifelike rabbit tail hanging from their waists.

When Jingu Jiquan saw these people for the first time, he couldn't help the crazy desire to complain, let alone the rabbit mask, what the hell is the rabbit tail!Does that old man have any peculiar hobbies?Every time he saw these guys walking in front of him, he couldn't help his eyes staring at that tail...

After all, it looks really good!

So why did he treat his subordinates so cruelly!

From this, Jingongjiquan deeply felt that the clan's devotion, respect and love for the king was really unreasonable.

Two researchers walked past Jingujiquan's hiding place, and neither of them noticed that there was a patient hiding here who wanted to piss off the attending doctor.

"I heard that the king came?"

"...The new king has succeeded to the throne, so it should be right to visit your lord, right?"

"It doesn't seem to be a new king. The Weitzman detection value did not find that a new king was born..."

"That's really rare. The one who came would definitely not be the third king. Last time he came, he almost knocked out more than half of the center—"

"Shh, don't bring that up again."

The two were silent for a while because of the sudden mention, and one of them seemed to be in a hurry to change the subject, and continued bluntly: "Maybe it is the fourth king, and speaking of it, his work is also closely related to the government. "

"Yeah, ability is "order" after all, and I still work in the government...sounds like a civil servant..."

"Hey! After being told like this, the sense of dignity of being a king is gone, you bastard!"

Jingujiquan watched them pass by before squeezing out from behind the potted plant, and slapped off the leaves that fell on his clothes. Thinking about their conversation just now, he couldn't help repeating the name they mentioned.

"Munakata Reishi..."

What an interesting name.

But in the final analysis, this matter has nothing to do with him. Jingong Jiquan continued to focus on the cigarette. How precious this cigarette is, it is much more important than the fourth king, okay?You have to savor carefully——

"Mr. Jinguji?"

A cold and deep voice suddenly sounded from behind, Jingongjiquan's back stiffened, and reflexively rubbed the remaining half of the cigarette into his palm, and at the same time he was shivering from the burning of the cigarette, his face was innocent and calm At the same time, he quickly typed out why he was not in the ward.

However, when he turned his head, he saw a guy he didn't know at all.

...Fortunately, his cigarettes!

This was Jingujiquan's first reaction when he saw him.

Only then did he have the time to look at the man who suddenly appeared and cheated him of half a cigarette.

A very... sharp man.Jingujiquan thought so, his temperament was very cold, and his whole body exuded a sharp and calm aura like a blade, which might also be because of the uniform he was wearing.The dark blue uniform was well tailored, revealing the man's slender and flexible limbs at a glance. The tail of the windbreaker just draped over his knees, and the long boots wrapped his muscular calf. ...a sense of seduction.

However, the sword on his waist was obviously not a decoration, so the imaginative color turned into a superior and sharp beauty.

He didn't care about Jingujiquan's gaze, but instead showed a gentle and polite smile. The blue eyes under the thin-rimmed glasses were smiling, and "rules" and "rules" were written all over the corners of his body. Reason", "system" and any other related words.

A very dangerous, very sexy man.

Jingujiquan slowly bent his eyes: "Although it's not polite to say this... Although I don't know your identity, I would like to ask, is it the tax day?"

The man who was joked to be the tax collector's smile widened, and he pushed his glasses with his fingertips: "I am indeed a civil servant, but it's a pity that I'm not in charge of tax matters. I disappoint you."

He looked at Jingujiquan, and a white light flashed on the lens: "I am Munakata Reishi, the head of the Fourth Branch of the Household Registration Division of the Tokyo Legal Affairs Bureau. within the scope of management."

...So people really can't help but say it, and they come as soon as they say it.

Jingongjiquan frowned and said "huh", and asked abruptly, "Uncle asked you to come?" The king doesn't mind being called.

This question was actually a bit impolite, and Reji Munakata didn't mean to be angry. On the contrary, he looked at Jingu Jiquan as if he was looking at something very interesting.

It's really interesting. Isn't it worth exploring the person who can make the King of Gold take care of him so wholeheartedly and entrust him with so much effort?

In fact, Guochang Lu Dajue's original words were "Young people should spend more time with young people, after all, you have more common language", but this assertive and black-bellied man only selectively listened to what he wanted.

Before Reji Munakata could speak, a blond woman wearing a short skirt similar to a uniform stepped on high heels and turned out from the corner of the corridor. Seeing Reji Munakata standing here, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Director."

She stood still behind Reisi Munakata, and nodded politely and indifferently to Izumi Jinguji.

The subordinate's arrival seemed to be an invisible urging, and Reji Munakata swallowed everything he was about to say: "Then, see you next time, and welcome to Scepter4 as a guest, Mr. Jinguji."

Jingu Jiquan nodded noncommittally, showing a lazy smile: "I am very honored to be invited by the fourth king."

Munakata Reji's throat overflowed with a vague laugh, short and low, like the extremely disrespectful honorifics used by this person in front of the smile.

"Compared to this, maybe I should apologize for disturbing your rest?" Those vast and wise dark blue eyes rolled around Jingujiquan's hand and blinked meaningfully.

...Wait, this guy doesn't look like a guy who likes to sue, does he?

Suddenly remembering that he was still holding the cigarette butt corpse in his hand, the corner of Jingujiquan's mouth twitched, and he immediately put on a very polite smile: "No, I don't want to waste your time, let's go, goodbye."

He took one last look at the man in front of him who was not easy to deal with at all, and calmly walked around him to his own ward.

Ahhhh, no matter how I think about it, I feel so sorry for that cigarette, it is a treasure that I managed to get from the guard!Those nerds don't smoke or drink, how difficult it is to get a cigarette, how can the high-ranking king understand!Why don't you try to see if you can get out the remaining shredded tobacco and roll another?

Turning around the corridor aimlessly, in order to save the strength of walking, Jingujiquan, who was close to the corner, collided with the person leaning on the wall.

"Well……"

"Tsk."

The person he touched quickly took a step back, and the impatience in that speechless voice was about to turn into substance and hit Jingujiquan's face.

Fushimi Saru Hiko followed Qing Wang to the Yuzhu Tower, who knew that his own king disappeared as soon as he turned his head. As the hardworking third in command in Scepter4, his first reaction was whether that guy was lazy and didn't want to work, so he continued this Chance ran away or something.

...but obviously that's unlikely.

Because Qing Wang is generally lazy and steals, he is upright and upright, and he will not use such unskilled methods.

Then it should be something else to do.The deputy chief with a stronger personality immediately went to find the missing king, while Fushimi, who was too lazy to find someone, found a corner where he could be found easily—so that they could see him at a glance when they came back.

Who knew there would be daredevils bumping into them...

What a hassle.

Fushimi rubbed his hair, and looked at the person who suddenly appeared from under the lens—male, about 20 years old, who looked... a patient who secretly wore a doctor's uniform?Wait, what's with this picture that looks like it's about to die out of breath!

Jingongjiquan stared at the half of the cigarette that fell to the ground and was accidentally stepped on by himself, feeling so heartbroken that he was about to vomit blood.

He raised his head faintly, and what caught his eyes was the plague-stricken dark blue uniform he had seen just now—Yaoshou, it’s you again!Am I fighting with you Scepter4 or something, I just fucking want to smoke a cigarette!