God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

When it was getting dark, the camp had already been set up, with more than a dozen tents forming a circle beside the black pine forest, with a bonfire waiting to be lit in the center.

Half of the paper shikigami was brought out. With these labors, the knives did the logistical work with ease, and are now arranging the food brought out from Honmaru.

"Didn't you agree to try to go to the battlefield this time?" Ranto Shiro said while watching the five tigers retreat, "But it doesn't matter, there will be retrograde troops when the tide is low these days, let's try again tomorrow. "

"Woo...I'm sorry," Wu Hutui hugged his little tiger, "I will...definitely tomorrow!"

"I don't want you to force yourself," said Luan very grumpily. "Maybe it won't be so scary if you go there once? We are swordsmen, and fighting must be resolved by instinct."

"Don't be afraid, it's actually easier than you think," Maeda also came over to comfort him, "I didn't have time to think about it, the enemy fell, and no matter what the result is, the master will not be disappointed."

"Brother Yaken is very powerful. Although he came later than us, he is very strong now, and he can complete all tasks perfectly," Akita said, "I also want to become stronger."

"My lord never forced us to join the battle. I felt very relieved at the beginning, but after a long time, I felt very guilty." Maeda squatted down and picked up small shells in the rocks, "So I don't think this can go on like this anymore .”

"But you can stay for a while, just like what the lord said, don't worry, wait until you figure it out before fighting."

"I...I also want to help everyone..."

"Anyway, let's go and have a look tomorrow. If it doesn't work, hide behind the master." Luan said irresponsibly, "That's the deal, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Wuhu Tui secretly encouraged himself, and decided that tomorrow he must not shrink back like today.

Then a gust of wind blew by, and a familiar object swept into the tent from in front of it.

"Eh? Was that Mr. Yamabagiri who ran over just now?" Ranto Shiro said in surprise, "He looks like the master's cloak."

"Yes," Maeda nodded and stood up, "I took it out for my lord in the morning. Since Mr. Yamabukiri is wearing it, I have to go and take out another one."

"Wow, I want it too!" Rantoshiro said with twinkling eyes, "If I ask him, will he tell me how I got it?"

"It must have been given to him by the Lord," Akita said with certainty, "Mr. Yamabugiri won't take the initiative to ask for it."

"It makes me feel like I'm thick-skinned..." Ranto Shiro muttered unwillingly, but soon became happy, "In that case, the master and the others will be back soon, let's go pick them up!"

"Eh?"

The five tigers who were grabbed by Ranto Shiro and started to run frantically held down the hat that he almost dropped, and the little tigers at his feet also followed quickly.

"Let's go!"

The big team came back with a full load of shells, and there was one less standard-equipped god-inspector than usual, and they were surrounded in the middle. The thin waist and long legs looked particularly conspicuous.

"The low tide is at 10:30 in the evening. Go to the beach and have a look at that time. Maybe you can get a lot of extra meals." Yaoyan checked the tide time on the terminal. when."

"Oh~ then let's drink!" Jiro Tachi happily raised the flagon, "Carnival all night~"

"No, the main thing is to go to bed on time at night," Hasebe still remembers what happened when he went to bed, "it can't be later than twelve o'clock at the latest, and you all should stop before that time."

"A rare vacation..."

"There are still a lot of vacation days, do you want the Lord to accompany you until midnight every time?"

"Hmm... It's acceptable to say this, if you can always have such a happy day, one night really doesn't seem to be a big deal?" Jiro Taidao raised his head and thought for a while, "But ah, sometimes I just want to enjoy myself Wouldn’t it be better to enjoy it, if you still have it in the future, then you’ve earned it?”

"The drunkard, stay aside." Hasebe pushed him away impatiently, wondering what you know.

——Will there be many days like this?

Hikiri thought, not knowing how much information he missed when he was drunk last time.

——I just don't like human beings, because many of them are fake for a long time, and they will suddenly die at some point.

"Brother?" Keimaru, who keenly sensed something, turned to look at him worriedly.

"No, it's nothing." Mustache looked at his younger brother with a smile, "Since it's already like this, enjoy a little bit of happiness."

"Big brother, do you mean drinking...?" Katsumaru asked inexplicably.

"Well, good wine is the best."

After the lively dinner was over, there was still some time before the ebb tide that Yaoyan said, Fu Sangshen went to pack their luggage, and Jing Mo also returned to his tent, preparing to take a rest.

"Excuse me."

There was the sound of Kagemaru coming from outside the tent.

"Come in." The inquisitor half leaned on the reclining chair, his clothes had been changed, and he was reading a book by the light of the pearl next to him.

"It's rude to come here so abruptly."

Taidao politely saluted before saying what he meant: "Did you bring wine with you when you went out?"

"Does Huqie want to drink?" The interrogator put the book on the small tea table beside him, and told the truth in one sentence.

Katsumaru smiled sheepishly.

"The vacation has just begun, can't you help it?" Jing Mo stood up, opened the cabinet next to him and thought about which one to take, "Don't make such a habit."

"Brother won't," Taidao immediately denied, "He just wants to enjoy the process of drinking, not the feeling of forgetting everything after being drunk."

"Oh?" The judge looked back at him with some interest, "You should be quite good at drinking if you can tell me that."

"Although it's not as massive as Jiro Tachi, it's still not inferior to Smiling Aoe," replied Masaki Kagemaru, "If you're easy to get drunk after just one or two drinks, how can you tell the good from the bad?"

"Good speeches, if you drink just to get drunk, you're spoiling them a bit."

"The lower limit is determined by the raw materials, process and age, while the wine utensils, the situation and the drinkers determine the peak of the senses, and the emotional sustenance carried by the wine itself is the icing on the cake, with a long aftertaste," Jing Mo stretched out his hand and brushed a row of containers in the cabinet. However, I finally picked out a small altar, "But without a certain amount of alcohol, it's hard to feel the subtle taste in it."

"Indeed, when I first learned to drink, I couldn't drink anything except the smell of alcohol. I don't understand why human beings like it." Knemaru showed nostalgia and said with a smile, "It was my brother who taught me how to distinguish alcohol. Good or bad, it was just ordinary wine, but it tastes even better with my brother."

It was probably a rare relaxation during the tense days of frequent battles. The two brothers closed the doors and windows, quietly opened the wine jar with a candle, carefully tasted whether the bad wine was sour or bitter, and occasionally discussed strange human beings and talked about those lives. A flower that blooms for a short time but insists on blooming.

"Take it," the god judge put the wine jar into the hands of Tai Dao. "This wine is not easy to get drunk, but it is mellow in the mouth. You can enjoy the process of drinking to the full. It is a rare treasure."

"Thank you," Xie Wan took the jar, the corners of his lips raised to reveal his sharp canine teeth, "Brother is always in a bad mood recently, with this wine, he will definitely feel better tonight."

Taidao was about to say goodbye while talking, but the corner of his eye caught an unnatural protrusion on the side of the tent. He was startled and wanted to reach for the knife, but was stopped by the judge.

- Shh.

Anticipating what Keimaru was going to say, the judge raised his index finger and gestured for silence, Tachi stopped in confusion.

Then he watched helplessly as the judge went to the edge of the tent and stretched out his hand, the fabric was torn, and a bunch of people rolled in through the opening.

"...what are you doing?" Katsumaru asked incredulously.

Hasebe, who was immobilized by Jiro's sword, struggled and said, "I just want to hear what the Lord needs...you are so heavy!"

"He walked over uncontrollably just when he heard the word 'wine'..." Jiro Tachi said aggrievedly, "And there are other people, and they are more than just their weight."

"I'm just passing by," Tsurumaru quickly stood up with a look of disregarding the relationship, "Isn't it normal to stop for a while when you see so many people here?"

"Also, Yaoyan also came in." The judge handed the wine jar to Xiwan, and sat back on the chair to pick up the book.

After a while, the dagger that failed to run also slid down from the roof of the tent.

Kemaru, who didn't understand why he could attract so many eavesdroppers just by asking for a drink, was dumbfounded.

He looked at the wine in his hand and felt that the weight of the jar was rapidly becoming heavier.

"Yakuken came after Hasebe, Jiro is interested in wine, Tsurumaru... let's just pass by," the judge explained the current situation in a few words, "although tents are more convenient for eavesdropping than houses, but It's also easier to spot."

"You guys have to repair the tent before you can play," Jing Mo turned to look at the dejected group of four, "Especially Jiro, you are not allowed to drink this altar of wine, as for later..."

"Ah, General, I have something to report to you."

Dian Dao calmly interjected: "Just now, Xiao Huwan asked me for wound medicine and bandages and went to the seaside. I guess he was probably injured. Would you like to go and have a look?"

The judge paused, looking at the dagger with a half-smile.

Yaken avoided his sight, hypnotized himself not to use Xiaohuwan as a shield, he was going to say this, but after seeing the sneaky Hasebe, he planned to observe it out of curiosity, he didn't expect it to be so easy be found.

...Wait, could it be said that the general in Honmaru is also clear about it?

"——What are you doing with such interest at night?" Qing Jiang looked in through the hole leisurely with a smile on his face, and even stretched out his hand to twist the smooth cut, "This hole is inviting someone to share the bed with you Sleep together?"

——Come and rescue!

Tsurumaru turned his head and winked frantically, wishing he could drag the other party in directly.

Owaki Zai blinked and quickly understood the meaning of the distress signal.

"Qingjiang." The interrogator greeted, skillfully ignoring the redundant words.

"Hmph, I can probably guess what happened," Owaki Cha looked around at the expressions of the people present, propped his chin and said, "I don't think it's anything to do with it. You definitely didn't let them... succeed, right? On the contrary... If you delay for a while, you won't be able to catch up with the night's activities."

"Okay, let's talk about it next time," the judge said helplessly, "I'll go and see Xiaohuwan, Qingjiang, you watch them fix the tent."

Afterwards, the judge nudged the back of Kewan, who was still out of state, and left from the door.

"Oh? The cute child will be very pampered." Shi Shiran walked in through the hole and sat on the reclining chair of the god judge to read his book. "I can only help you here. Fix it quickly."

This picture of the overseer managed to make Hasebe's forehead burst out with blue veins, but as the one who was wronged, he just angrily searched for tools to repair the hole.

"He's innocent...you really can't drink it?" Jiro still lay down on the tent and looked out. He didn't want to leave until Kemaru walked into the tent where he and Hikiri were sharing.

It hurts too much to be with Higakiri. Sometimes he is more like a ghost than a ghost. Although the wine is good, there are other opportunities.

...Sure enough, it will be the next time, and next time it will be like knee pills that the elder brother wants to drink!

Jiro, who failed to achieve the expected goal, set a new plan with high spirits.

"hiss--"

"Isn't it good to be patient at dinner? Even the medicine research didn't find it." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's men steadily cleaned off the clothes sticking to the wound. .”

He picked up the wound medicine at the side and carefully sprinkled it on each wound: "I asked him to help me even though I was eating something hot, why did I hide myself when I was really injured?"

"Because it's a real injury, I don't want the master to see it," Xiaohumaru replied feeling the burning pain on the wound, "You should understand this, right?"

"...Indeed, it's a different matter if you're seriously injured," Candlestick fell silent for a moment before continuing with his actions, "Are you going to apply the medicine yourself?"

"Foxes heal by licking their own wounds." Xiao Huwan raised his arm so that the other party could bandage the wound smoothly. "Thank you very much for your help. It seems that it is necessary to learn some medical knowledge from Yaoyan in the future."

"You're welcome." Candlestick tied the bandage neatly, "If you treat the injury properly, the wound will not stick to the clothes like before. Please untie the bandage when you sleep at night, and it will be fine. Faster—that's ok, do you want to go back?"

"I want to stay here for a while," Xiaohumaru replied, "The moon on the sea is really beautiful."

"Then I'll leave first." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong stood up, "Although I haven't seen you before, please don't be polite if you need help. I always feel a special kind of closeness to you."

"Xiaohu thinks so too..." White-haired Taidao stood up and made an ancient salute, "Again, thank you very much."

Candlestick Chee returned the salute with a smile, and turned back to the camp, but on the way, he met a god-inspector who didn't seem to be strolling in the courtyard.

"The wound has been healed?" the interrogator stopped and asked.

Candlestick cut well concealed his astonishment, he didn't understand why the judge's tone was so firm.

"It's been dealt with, but I still hope you can go and see him," Taidao added after a short pause, "I'm worried that he has no experience and he won't heal well in the future."

The appraiser patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the way he came with a clear purpose.

Taidao stood there thinking for a while, raised his hand, and smelled a bitter medicinal smell that was almost gone.

"...It's kind of scary."

The author has something to say: exhausted QAQ

It will be updated normally on Monday, and I will put it in the manuscript box in advance. On Wednesday, it depends on when I can come back... So everyone, don’t wait, it may be delayed until Thursday QAQ

Hasebe is giving full play to his "intelligence collection" expertise, after repairing the tent, the investigation +1

Come on, HSB, after the investigation is complete, you can enter the secret battlefield of the god judge

Note: This battlefield does not guarantee 100% access to the secret of the god judge

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 卍 Zhan Xi Ye 卍~ I’m really saving up for this episode!