God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"——Since the Government of Time implemented this plan, about 600 million god judges have successively devoted themselves to the cause of fighting against the historical revisionists. It is no exaggeration to say that the current stable situation is based on blood, but , do you know the number of active trial judges?"

The indoor air has a faint aroma of juniper berries, and there are two people sitting facing each other at the tea table decorated with green plants.

The capable and gentle woman paused for a moment before answering the question herself: "There are about 30 stable personnel, and there are non-combat casualties every day."

"This number means that hundreds of Honmaru lose their owners every year in non-battle-damaged situations. Among them, there are not only those who had to quit for various reasons, but also those who took over and found that the job was not as easy as expected. For those who give up, we respect the former and cannot stop the latter, thank you for still being willing to take on this important task after careful consideration.”

"There is no need to say polite words. Everyone should fully understand the nature of the job before entering the job." The black-haired man across the table raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sitting posture, which was more upright than ordinary people, did not fit the soft sofa. "I think frank communication is more conducive to the formation of a good cooperative relationship. What do you think, Ms. Tsubaki?"

Although he is smiling, his brows and eyes still have a cold and stern look that has not faded away. With his excellent facial features, he exudes an aggressive beauty. While exuding attractiveness, he is also sharp and aggressive. Most people will He lowered his head in panic as he met his eyes.

The woman known as Tsubaki is no exception. She naturally avoids eye contact with the other party by picking up things, and puts a plan book on the table: "Honmaru, who has lost contact with the God-inspector, is like a tree from a branch. The fallen fruits will eventually decay and disappear over time, and the Fusangshen within will also weaken and disappear."

"We have been absorbing the vital force as much as possible, but it is regrettable that the number of resignations of novice judges has increased exponentially in recent years, and most of the Fusangshen left behind cannot meet the work requirements of current affairs. In this case, we have formulated a 'new life plan' to provide a choice for those Fusangshen who have suffered unfair fate."

The cover of the book is painted with gnarled tree trunks, and a bunch of dewy pink buds dot the branches, echoing the words of the new life plan on the side.

"How do I cooperate?"

"Accept the Honmaru that once had an old master, and accept the designated Fusangshin when necessary."

Ms. Chun opened the proposal book, which listed a long list of preferential terms in a simple and straightforward way: "Mr. Jingmo, the god judges who participate in this plan can get more support within the time limit of their tenure—resources, small sentences, Jiazhou gold and some privileges that are not open to the public, you can read it before you consider it."

"Although we will pay salaries, the economic operation of this pill still has to be taken care of by the god judges. Participating in this plan can ensure that you will not be troubled by external things," Tsubaki noticed the other party's indifferent expression, and said with a heartbeat, " In addition to these, the god judges who participate in the plan will have more freedom in combat, and will give priority to listening to your opinions when performing particularly difficult tasks."

Hearing this sentence, the other party leaned slightly, flipped through the album twice casually, and paused for a while at the "free weight".

"Current affairs will not place too many restrictions on my own combat behavior, can it be understood in this way?" Jing Mo smiled lightly, "So, do you have anything to say?"

He closed the proposal book, pressing his cold white fingertips on the flower buds on the cover.

"What do the fusangshen who need to accept me think?"

What he said about having a full understanding of work is not empty talk. Fusangshen, as the main force in this war, relies on the spiritual power of the God-inspector for both combat and life. It can be said that it is a miracle evoked by the sword itself and the God-inspector. .

When the spiritual powers of different people meet, there is a probability of unexplained rejection reactions. Fu Sangshen who replaced the God-inspector needs to bear the biggest risk, and the worst results are not unheard of.

"All Honmaru submitted for declaration will go through careful review, and precise analysis and calculation will be carried out when matching. You should know that the greater the gap in spiritual power, the smaller the rejection reaction. As for Fusangshen—" Tsubaki paused slightly , said with a complex expression, "Probably due to the nature of the sword, they are more willing to put all their eggs in one basket than the long and painful process of dissipating. No matter what the result is, it can be attributed to fate."

"Fate." Jing Mo smiled briefly, which sounded more like a sigh.

Probably hearing the noncommittal meaning of the other party, Ms. Chun had to explain a few more sentences: "The original intention of the plan is not to deal with the Sangshen to cause secondary harm. All the Fusangshen included in the plan understand the consequences of changing the judges. , unless the relink is successful, Toujian Fusangshen will not meet you."

"If there is an accident, we will do our best to protect your safety. After that, you can build a new Honmaru, and some of the previous special benefits are still valid."

"I'm not worried about this, ma'am, your name is very good, as long as it is for the realization of your beliefs, the sacrifice of your life is nothing worth mentioning," Jing Mo picked up the pen he had prepared earlier, and wrote on the cover of the plan He signed his name, "I heard that current affairs staff are not allowed to wake up Fu Sangshen. It seems that it is also for better dedication to work—is it?"

Tsubaki put away the proposal with an unchanged expression, as if he didn't hear the slight irony in the other party's words: "Not every psychic has the ability to wake up sleeping things, we just do our best. Contribute your part in the war of human destiny. Thank you for your great help, do you have any requirements for Honmaru who will take over? We will try our best to meet them.”

"The simple working environment is more helpful for me to enter the state." Jing Mo stood up from the soft sofa, turned and walked towards the door, "That's it, please inform me of the entry time as soon as possible."

"Mr. Jingmo, a god judge is a person who listens to the words of God. I hope you will always pay due respect to these gods who have given all their trust and fought bloody battles—even if they are called masters, I will say nothing. I wish you success in your work, Wu Yun Changlong."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the man with his back to her, and the sharp and exposed aura gradually softened like a steel feather after these words. He did not respond to these words, but calmly disappeared into the in the eyes.

"Mr. Jingmo, please go to the inauguration room with me to establish a link with Honmaru."

It was a young man with a bright smile who was guided through the inauguration procedures, and he seemed to have a good temper: "You don't choose the initial knife anymore, do you?"

"In the information you sent, it is said that Honmaru has already had one strike, California Kiyomitsu. I think he can continue to take on the role of the initial sword, and there is no need to choose another strike."

"He will be very happy if you trust him so much," the young man opened the door of the inauguration room, "Please come in, Mr. Jingmo."

In the center of the inauguration room is a huge double-pyramid-shaped three-dimensional projection, in which countless light spots flicker on and off, and the blue projection slowly rotates, surrounded by a silver-white flat ring-shaped operating table with gaps.

"Mr. Jingmo, I have adjusted the spiritual power channel for you, please release your spiritual power here to establish a new connection with Honmaru," the young man who fiddled with the console for a while pointed to the gap in the ring , "I will observe the fluctuation of spiritual power at any time, do you need me to assist the linking process?"

"No need," Jing Mo smiled, "I will control it."

"Okay, I understand. If there is a recoil of spiritual power, please cut off the output of spiritual power immediately, and we will implement the preparatory plan in time. I wish you all the best." The young man made a gesture of invitation, stepped aside and said nothing .

The new God Inspector calmly stretched out his own power to touch the core of current affairs.

Numerous passages and nodes criss-cross to form the spiritual power network of the Government of Time structure. The target Jing Mo is looking for shines a tiny light lonely and dazedly. The ripples that resonate harmoniously like the beating of the heart, and then gently wrap their belongings with strength.

The remaining spiritual power of the previous God-inspector completely retreated without any resistance. Jing Mo simply and neatly took the small isolated island under his control, and the re-lit spiritual power channel once again firmly established the Honmaru and the Government of Time. connected together.

"Congratulations, Mr. Jingmo, it's going very well," the young man clapped his hands with a smile on his face, "From now on, you are the manager and owner of this pill, I hope you can make good use of your ability to add glory to our record .”

"Next, Foxnosuke will take you to Honmaru to familiarize yourself with relevant affairs. I will not accompany you any more. Goodbye."

"Master God Judge, please follow me." The little animal who did not know when it appeared on the side shook its tail, "The entrance between this pill and the government affairs building is on the second basement floor, and the swords and swords in this pill are sincerely waiting for you arrival."

Jing Mo bent down to lift the little animal up, and placed it firmly on his shoulders amidst Honosuke's instinctive stiffness, and responded to it in a good mood: "Lead the way."

Honmaru is undergoing a general cleaning, and the swordsmen, who had been a little depressed due to lack of spiritual power, regained their energy. California Qingguang rolled up his sleeves and directed: "Check the main road to the door again to ensure that there are no traces of dirt on the road, and then take advantage of it." Let the master tidy up the room when he is patrolling the Honmaru, so that the master cannot think that we are lazy guys!"

"Qing Mitsu is so cunning, do you plan to accompany the master to inspect the Honmaru?" Akita Fujishiro blinked vigorously while waving the broom, the dust was washed out by wet tears, "I also want to accompany the master to inspect the Honmaru, I don't want to clean up... "

"I'm the first sword, the first sword is to accompany the master, from the beginning to the end." California Kiyomitsu quickly changed the subject, "Funosuke is coming with the master soon, at least make it look good on the bright side some."

"Got it—" came the mixed voices.

This is an immature but not young Honmaru. The original judge resigned at the speed of light after taking office for 30 days. The reason is that if he persists for another day, he will suffer from PTSD traumatic stress disorder. If the current affairs did not have a plan for the god judge to transfer to a civil service, he would return to the present world to open a divination house.

Of course, it was impossible to switch to a civilian job. The troubled management staff approved his resignation request, signed a confidentiality contract, and settled the large amount of compensation that he could enjoy after 30 days of employment.As soon as the spiritual power link was released, he returned to the present world at the speed of light. During this period, he didn't communicate with his own sword once, and the remaining little luggage and Jiazhou gold were all belongings outside his body, and he didn't want them all.

It is conceivable that Token Fusangshen in Honmaru felt like he was struck by lightning after hearing the news. In Honmaru, he didn't care much about the swords and swords. During the days of eating and living together, Yi Zhendao didn't notice the real psychological activities under the performance of the former movie king. For Fu Sangshen who only appeared for a month, the shock of being deceived was far greater than the sorrow of being abandoned.

Of course, no matter how strong the emotion is, they can’t resist the time. The long and dazed waiting made them slowly accept this reality. Finally, one day, the Fusangshen who sat together conveyed the feeling of "wanting a master" to Honosuke .

"There is a sound from the teleportation array." Maeda Toshiro jumped off the wall, and said anxiously, "I came back without seeing anyone, but it shouldn't be wrong."

"Okay, okay, cheer up, the master is coming." California Qingguang put away the broom, and rubbed his sweaty palms on the skirt of his clothes, "When the master opens the door and comes in later, we will shout together 'welcome'--"

"Should I say welcome to California at a time like this? Let's introduce ourselves first, right?" Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki interjected, noticing a tremor in his voice, he cleared his throat quickly.

"That's too messy, and even if I introduce, I will come first, and Mutsu will wait for you to wait in the back."

"I... don't want to be admitted by the lord, can't I be the first?"

"Will it be a good lord to serve? I'm actually a little... nervous."

"The new master..."

"We've already figured out the words of welcome, so we'll use 'seize the new world'—isn't that very appropriate haha."

"Anyway, I'm going to introduce myself for the first time!" The nervous and annoyed Kai Qingguang turned around and yelled at Mutsu Mamoru to suppress the opponent's resistance, "Shut up!"

After all, he compared his fists fiercely.

At this time, the door of Honmaru opened slowly and quietly, and the clear sunlight illuminated a tall figure at the door.

"...It looks very energetic, which is very different from your description." Jing Mo, who had already arrived in Honmaru, looked at the lively scene and came to a conclusion.

Just sensationally describing how melancholy and helpless Fu Sangshen left behind in Honmaru, Foxosuke covered his eyes with his paws and refused to express any opinions-isn't it normal for differences in understanding between different races?

Since then, California Qingguang has wanted to go back and beat up the self who lubricated the door hinge countless times-how could he give the master the first impression of that kind of posture with teeth and claws if he could hear the sound of the door opening!