Be a God Inquisitor from Scratch

In the following days, Giotto seemed much busier, he kept wandering between the Arcana family and the sword at home.

Qing Xiao didn't quite understand what he could learn, but looking at this man's brighter eyes, I'm afraid he didn't gain as much as he imagined.

As for the judge himself, he seems to have nothing to do and no goals. Apart from eating and sleeping every day, he just reads his textbooks, and then opens his pocket watch to see if he has walked half a circle.

However, a month has passed and the weather is getting hotter and closer to summer, but the pocket watch is still motionless, as if it has been lost.

Qing Xiao stared at the two hands that did not move consciously, a little weak... What is this watch used as a scale to move, time?Or what she did, or the degree of strength recovery.

"Does this pocket watch have any special meaning?"

The curious voice of a young man suddenly sounded in her ears, and the interrogator was startled. She turned her head and saw Giotto looking at her pocket watch curiously. Today he was wearing a white suit and looked very handsome.

"Sorry for scaring you?" After the young man apologized, he looked away.

The pocket watch in the girl's hand still had a somewhat complicated and beautiful appearance, but most of the rusty ones would be believed to be broken copper and iron. If it wasn't for opening the hands to see the hands, the young man wouldn't even recognize it as a pocket watch.

"This thing is very important, but it has no special meaning." Qing Xiao said, putting away the pocket watch.

She casually asked, "How about you, how is your strength study going?"

Hearing this, Giotto laughed suddenly, as dazzling as the jumping sun, he stretched out his left hand and opened it.

Boom—a golden-red flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Qing Xiao looked at the flames, blinked, a little surprised: "You actually..."

Giotto smiled brightly and said: "Well, I learned it, but it doesn't belong to the Tarot card. In fact, there was a card that wanted to sign a contract with me, but I refused. Even Monte was surprised that I could comprehend the Tarot card. The power of Luo cards, and then develop another power by yourself."

"Congratulations." The girl frowned and asked, "What do you want to do next?"

The young man looked down at the flame in his palm, and two groups of fire were imprinted in his eyes: "I plan to get familiar with this power again, and then go back and form a self-defense regiment. I have been away for long enough."

"Speaking of this." He raised his head and asked, "Do you... want to go back with me?"

Qing Xiao nodded without hesitation and said, "Sure, anyway, I don't plan to go anywhere."

"Really." Giotto's eyes lit up slightly, and then he clenched his fists with some joy.

"Then let me get acquainted with the flame quickly. Let's go back together. I can't wait to show G this power. That kid will definitely be shocked. By the way, I will introduce you to them."

"Let's just say you are..." the young man said cheerfully, turned his head and saw the girl's smiling eyes, and suddenly stopped.

"Huh? What am I?" Qing Xiao asked with great interest.

"You are...you are..." Giotto hesitated, not knowing what adjective to use.

The girl rescued by the side of the road was too ordinary to be like her, a lady of the nobility. In fact, after getting along these days, he already understood that Qing Xiao's uniqueness probably did not come from ordinary nobility.

These days, he has also come into contact with the mama of the Arcana family, that is, the wife of the leader. It is said that that beautiful and gentle woman is also from across the ocean, and seems to come from the same country as Qing Xiao. She also has a unique sense of mystery in the Far East.

Seeing him stunned, Qing Xiao grinned and said, "You can call me the one who judges the gods, the villain who devours the son of gods, the ruthless tyrant, or the general of the sword god?"

Giotto couldn't laugh or cry: "These, what are they... weird."

trial?Villains?tyrant?general?

The young man's eyes fell on the young girl, her black hair flowed down her shawl, her eyes were exquisite like rubies, her face was gentle and lovely, she was wearing a white dress and sitting on a wheelchair like a doll girl.

It doesn't quite match those adjectives before, Giotto thought, shaking his head.

"These are all my identities." The girl said the truth casually, but the young man didn't believe a word.

Judging gods is something only demons do, but what kind of devil is devouring gods?A tyrant... A girl shouldn't be a king anyway, or a general, what does a general mean?

Giotto, who was so puzzled, didn't ask.

The next day, the noise outside the door attracted Qing Xiao's attention.

"You bastard, you sneaked out of the town and came so far away, saying that you are learning some kind of power, go back, Giotto, we all and the town need you."

"I can't go back, I haven't accomplished my goal yet."

"Why?! Giotto, I didn't doubt you, even Joseph said that you had escaped, but I still believed in you, but seeing you now made my belief a little shaken, you really abandoned everyone ?"

"I do not have."

The two entered the house noisily, pushed open the door, and the girl said habitually, "Welcome back."

After finishing speaking, Qing Xiao raised her eyebrows, and found that Giotto didn't go home alone. Behind him was a red-haired young man with flame patterns on his face. He didn't look like a good person.

The judge asked bluntly, "Who is this person?"

"Who are you! Why are you at Giotto's house!" But her words were quickly covered by the red-haired youth's voice.

The man was furious: "Giotto! Have you fallen? How dare you come to such a place to keep your lover!"

Qing Xiao: "?????????"

Giotto's face changed when he heard this: "Wait, G, that's not the case."

In the past month, he knew the girl's temper quite well, and he knew that it might be bad this time.

"Pa—" Qing Xiao closed the textbook in her hand.

She took a deep breath and said coldly, "Xiaohuwan!"

"Here!" The sword god behind her stood up at the right time.

Qing Xiao stared at G coldly and ordered: "Beat him!"

"Hi!"

Giotto's pupils shrank, and only had time to pull G away. A figure had already rushed over. The red-haired young man was completely unaware of what had happened. When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he saw a man in exotic clothes with a knife on his waist The white-haired man was standing in front of him.

Xiaohuwan missed a single hit, seeing the man stunned, he immediately greeted with a smile.

"Since the general ordered it, then, sorry, I will be lighter."

"What... uh!"

Soon, the scene became horrific and bloody, Qing Xiao snorted coldly, she was almost pissed off by the words just now, what is a lover? ? ?

Nima's she looks like the kind that was adopted?If she wants to take care of her, it's her who takes care of others, okay?

And what's the matter with this person, he started talking nonsense as soon as he came up, and put shit on others?Speaking without going through the brain? ?

Giotto looked at the scene in front of him a little at a loss.

Kohomaru was beating G violently. Although the red-haired young man had some strength, his strength was not enough in front of the sword gods. After being taught by several sword gods, Giotto deeply understood how terrifying these people were.

No wonder the girl has always called them knives. Although they are human beings, their bodies can easily be used to kill people.

The young man turned his head and took a look at Qing Xiao. She was turning her head to look at the scenery outside the window. This is one of the girl's methods to calm down her anger. It seems that she should not be moved, otherwise the girl who is in a hurry may call out a few more times. A sword god.

Giotto had no choice but to stop the unilateral slap in front of him.

He lit a flame in his hand, and rushed up.

The severely beaten G stared wide-eyed when he saw the flame.

……

After 10 minutes, Xiaohu Wan finished cutting the two of them and returned to Hon Wan.

The chubby shikigami handed him water, and then, under G's shocked gaze, gave him a "little bit" and ran away.

Giotto covered his blue eye sockets with a handkerchief, and looked at the girl helplessly: "There's no need to be so cruel."

Qing Xiao snorted: "It's not my fault, so what's none of my business?"

G looked at the girl in surprise, then at Giotto, and finally realized that he seemed to have wrongly blamed the brother who grew up with him. He immediately lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Giotto, I wrongly blamed you."

"It turns out that you really gained extraordinary power when you came here." G recalled the flame at that time, a little amazed, and a little suspicious that he was dreaming.

Giotto raised his hand, and a golden flame appeared again. He looked at the flame and nodded: "Yes, although I was also surprised, but I did get it."

The red-haired youth asked again: "Then when do you plan to go back?"

Putting out the flame with one hand, Giotto said, "Wait until I am strong enough to defeat those villains."

"They have guns in their hands, are you sure this flame will work?"

"It can be done." Giotto said, the first thing he thought of was the crescent moon that cut off bullets on the ship when he came.

Soothed by such a sentence, G apologized to the girl again, but he seemed very reluctant, and Qing Xiao didn't want to care about others. Ever since she became this weak and unruly appearance, she cared more about those who looked down on her. remarks.

This person actually said whose lover she was, what the hell, she wrote it down in her notebook, one beating is not enough, ten beatings are about the same.

The girl snorted and asked Yaken to push her away.

G was a little embarrassed to be ignored, and whispered to Giotto: "Where did you know such a noble lady, she has such a bad temper."

The young man said helplessly: "Actually, Qing Xiao is very easy to get along with, who told you to mistake her."

"Admit your mistake?" Hearing this, G was even more surprised: "Isn't she your lover?"

Giotto said awkwardly: "No, just friends."

G looked at the blond-haired youth's expression, suddenly understood something, patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.

As a partner from childhood to adulthood, he couldn't understand what the light in the eyes of the young man meant when he came home.

But the girl still looks indifferent, otherwise she wouldn't be so angry, but G doesn't care about it.

Although there is nothing to say now, but he understands that with Giotto's charm, this young lady will fall sooner or later.

After all, Giotto's legion of admirers around town can attest to it.