The spell daily of the departed savior

As a large organization that protects history and time and fights against the retrograde army, the Government of Time has never been stingy with the recruits. Even the initial templated appearance of Honmaru is comparable to the famous garden in Japan.

— but only in theory.

The Honmaru where Wuli joined was completely dilapidated from what was described in the brochure.

As for Fox's help, initial sword, initial resources, etc., which are stated in the album, there is no shadow.

But Wuli didn't care.

With Tsurumaru Kuninaga following, Goli quickly walked around the vast but barren Honmaru.

Although Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who said he was willing to become his Fusangshen, made no secret of his malice along the way, Wu Li was very satisfied with him—answering all questions, concise and clear, without redundant emotions and emotions. It's the workplace model I've always been used to.

While Wuli was observing Honmaru, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was also observing Wuli.

Whether it is the new god judge's understanding of the god judge or the laissez-faire government of the time, it shows that he is just cannon fodder who is treated as death and it doesn't matter.

However, no matter how cruel the truth Tsurumaru Kuninaga gave when he pointed to a certain damaged building, he just nodded his head to show his understanding.

Other than that, there is no leaking of any emotion.

Tsurumaru will never let go of the slightest change in Wuli's face, but after observing for a long time, he still has to admit that this god-judgment named Wuli really doesn't feel sorry for the death and struggle of the past god-judgers. Fear, not pretended calm.

This conclusion made Tsurumaru Kuninaga feel excited for a long time.

He is keenly aware that in Wuli, there is the highest interest that he has been pursuing for a long time in the dead silence like a grave.

[If you can let me see more and more interesting things, it is not impossible to admit that you are a god judge. ] Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blood-red and turbid eyes looked at Wuli's back, and in the blink of an eye, he made a decision in his heart: [Try to live, Lord God Judge, don't die too early, otherwise it will be too boring up. ]

Two people with completely different ideas are surprisingly satisfied with each other's performance.The high efficiency brought on the basis of good cooperation allowed Wuli to quickly grasp the current situation of this pill.

The story of what happened before this hommaru was completely abandoned is absolutely necessary to understand in detail even for the sake of life for a normal spiritual examiner.

However, Wuli does not need to use Tsurumaru Kuninaga's narration that he knows everything about himself as a means of saving his life. No matter how thrilling the experience of Honmaru's previous god-inspectors is, for Wuli, it can be used as a leisure time to relax. story.

The most urgent task at the moment is to tidy up Honmaru, which is as dilapidated and dead as a grave, into a habitable appearance.

The castle tower where the god judge lives is depicted delicately and warmly in the promotional brochure of the government of the time, and all the utensils are readily available.

However, when Wuli stepped on the collapsed wooden stairs and walked up to the second floor of the castle tower, what he saw was a murder scene that had been dusty for many years.

The shoji door was shattered, and it seemed as if a strong wind had passed through the house. There were still blackened blood stains everywhere among the scattered furniture wreckage, and there were traces of knife blades everywhere on the walls.

Wu Li frowned, and then chose to leave the obstructive coat outside the house under Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes.

The black wide-sleeved robe was pulled off with one hand, and spread out on the dusty window sill after drawing a neat arc in the air.

Wuli tore off the uniform jacket with one hand, and untied the long knife slung around his waist with the other.Then he put the official bag and the long knife in his hand on the coat lightly.

He didn't bring much luggage with him, only a business bag.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's gaze also shifted from Wuli's body to the long knife and bag.

In a dangerous place full of hostility, he let his weapon go without hesitation... huh?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blood-red eyes darkened.

Is this person too lacking in combat awareness, or does he not think Honmaru will endanger him at all?

"What are you in a daze for? Tsurumaru, come in and help." Wuli said as he unbuttoned the cuff buttons of the light gray shirt and folded them up, revealing his muscular forearms.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga stepped on the wooden clogs and walked over the dried blood and bones without hesitation, and asked Wuli: "Master God Judge, are you really not curious about the history of this Honmaru?"

Fu Sangshen's good-looking fingers casually slid across the table that was split into two sections: "The previous God Judge ran into the castle tower in a hurry, naively thinking that the barrier of the castle tower could save his life. It's a pity that the sword qi shattered the barrier door and even rushed to the hiding place of Lord God Judge, splitting the table with a sword."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled, observing Wuli's expression: "It also shattered the courage of the judge."

When Wuli raised his eyes and looked over, Tsurumaru Kuninagai blinked pretending to be sorry: "Of course, it's about the previous god judge, not you."

"Speaking of which, when the previous god judge, he dragged half of his upper body when he died, he climbed from the Tianshou Pavilion to the Daguang room before he died. It's really pitiful."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's smile is refreshing and youthful: "If the judge wants to know, I will tell you everything."

Wuli looked back calmly: "Tsuramaru, don't be lazy. If you don't want to do it, other Fusangshin in Honmaru can do it too. Apart from you, there are other Fusangshin in Honmaru, right?"

"Other Fusangshen..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still smiling, his muddy blood red eyes did not hide his malice and curiosity at all.However, in fact, except for the white robe, the pure white Fu Sangshen is covered with viscous malice under every inch of his skin.

"Yes. However, I can't control the other Fusangshen. If you want them to work, you can find them yourself."

After getting the information he needed from Tsurumaru Kuninaga's reaction, Goli no longer focused on him, but focused on cleaning up the castle tower.

Even though there is only a mess left in the room now, you can still see the good aesthetics of the former judge.

Elegance and harmony are areas that Wuli is not good at.He is more familiar with the smell of blood and the rust of blades than poetry, scrolls, and chess.

Still, he doesn't seem to know how to arrange the items if he jots them down and orders the same style later.

When he saw the rotting silk and satin in the blood, Wuli realized another thing - even if he could copy the furnishings of the castle tower, he couldn't choose the matching fabrics and patterns.Before coming here, the word Fengya was too far away from him.

Therefore, Tsurumaru Kuninaga heard Wuli ask: "Does Honmaru have a literary department Fusangshen who is good at poetry?"

The pure white crane blinked and suddenly said, "Kanesada the song fairy? Did the God Judge ask him what his plans are?"

"Although you and I are in a superior-subordinate relationship in name, you can just call me by my first name." Wu Li didn't give an answer.

Now that we know that there is Fusangshen who is good at this in Honmaru, things will be much easier.Later, go find this Fusangshen.

……

The two were relatively speechless.

Until the castle tower was cleaned up and Wuli was about to leave, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly asked: "What is the purpose of Wuli-kun coming here?"

Wuli paused when he stepped forward, and did not give an answer as neatly as before.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga narrowed his blood-red eyes, looking at Wuli's back with an inquiring look.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Wuli walked out of the castle tower calmly, picked up the shoulder knife and bag that were placed outside, and put his coat on his arms.Then he looked sideways at the pure white Fu Sangshen.

"For retirement."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked, not expecting to get such an answer.

And when Wuli gave the answer, Fu Sangshen keenly caught the dim light flashing in those black eyes.

Before he could further explore what it was, Wuli turned around and went downstairs.

"Tsuraru, come here and continue cleaning the kitchen."

When the kitchen was finally tidied up, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was so tired that he almost turned into a pile of crane cakes, and he could hardly maintain the fake smile on his face.

"Mr. Wuli, are you using the excuse of packing up to make things difficult for me?"

"You think too much, and you don't have that kind of thought."

Wuli calmly handed over a plate of omelet rice: "You have worked hard today, go to bed early after dinner, and clean up other places tomorrow."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga frowned and dug a large piece: "I don't want to continue to work—ah, it's so unpalatable."

"Don't act like a spoiled child." Wuli took a sip of his share and thought it tasted good.

Well, the training of cooking skills should also be included in the plan.A healthy retirement life requires decent cooking skills.

Wuli thought so, his brows and eyes were calm.

The conversation continued for a long time.

The lights were turned off, and under the night, Honmaru, which had lost a rare bit of light, regained the death-like silence for a long time.

In the large room, someone raised his wide sleeves and covered his lips with a small smile.

"Ah, looks like an interesting judge."

In the darkness without light, a crescent moon was shining brightly in that person's eyes.

·

After saying goodnight to Tsurumaru Kuninaga calmly, Wuli got a sneer from the other party.

"I would rather you have a chance to say good morning to me." The pure white crane said, stepping on clogs into the darkness, and disappeared.

Wuli turned around alone and walked towards the direction of the castle tower.

Although the night in Honmaru was pitch black, it didn't hinder Wuli's vision.

The wooden verandah has been severely damaged and rotted in the years and battles. When stepping on it, it will make a "creak-creep-" sound, like an old man coughing, and broken planks will appear every few steps It is even more difficult to guard against. If you are not careful, you will step on the air and step into the pit.

Wuli accurately identified every pothole, and walked through the verandah at a pace like a car, his eyes always fell on the courtyard that was even more terrifying in the dark because of the fangs and claws of dead branches.

In terms of gardening, let alone whether he is good at it or not, he has never been in this field before, so even if he wants to learn, he doesn't know where to start.

He originally wanted to draw up a plan to restore the garden, and then submit a list of flowers, seeds, and scenery decorations needed for the garden to the government of the time responsible for the daily supplies of the gods, but as soon as he unscrewed the pen, he realized that he had no way to start. fact.

"Sure enough, I still need to find Kasen Kanesada first tomorrow. With a knives that is good at Fengya, I will know how to take care of the garden." Wuli silently sorted out the list of items he needed, and finally came up with He needs a helper's conclusion.

Before he could sigh, he keenly heard the slight noise from the room next to him.

Wuli stood still and looked back, looking at the broken shoji door beside him.

It is Ohiroma of Honmaru.

His mind suddenly remembered what Tsurumaru Kuninaga said in the morning, "...Climbing from the castle tower to the Daihiro room, I died."

Those black eyes darkened, and there was a guess.

Wuli stretched out his knuckle-jointed palm, and opened the damaged paper door of Daguang Room without hesitation.

The stale smell hits my face.

It was the unpleasant smell that Wuli was familiar with after decaying in the dust for many years.

"Huh—? It's rare for someone to walk in here."

"Did you get the honorable God Judge?" The blue-haired Fu Sangshen who was sitting in it looked up, with a bright new moon in his eyes, as if he sighed and said with a smile: "I'm very sorry, snakes and ants have been executed here, although I don't really care about the old man, but I think the God-inspector who is in a good situation is not suitable for it."

"Open the doors and windows if the smell is bad, and start cleaning if there is dust." Wuli stood outside the door, looking at Fu Sangshen calmly: "Who are you, who is Fu Sangshen?"

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen stared at Wuli quietly for a moment, then raised his sleeves to cover half of his face, covering the malicious smile on his lips: "Master the new God Judge, it seems that he is very confident in himself. My old grandfather can't help but start to look forward to more interesting things... My name is Sanriyue Zongjin, the new God Inspector, please give me more advice."

"As for the name of the God Judge." Sanri Yuezong smiled and said, "It's too late today, let me introduce it to you tomorrow. Grandpa, I have a bad memory, so I can't remember the names of the people who came and went."

In the darkness, a new moon fell on the lake.