God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"My lord, the evaluation of this task is still perfect! I knew you would be able to do it," Foxosuke wagged his big tail happily, "It is said that the task was completed with very humane care, whether it is a resigned god judge Both Fu Sangshen and Fu Sangshen have a good impression of you, and the later missions are also done very well, you have passed the assessment, and now you are an official political law enforcer."

"so?"

"So... so Shizheng is arranging new tasks for you?" Foxnosuke said cautiously, "Aren't you happy?"

...There is nothing to be happy about working overtime without overtime pay.

However, it doesn't matter for the sake of extra gains.

The god judge put down the carving knife in his hand and patted Foxunosuke, freeing it from its stiffness.

The little fox, who found out that the judge was not really angry, let out a sigh of relief, and quickly poured beans into a bamboo tube to report the follow-up of the mission.

"Because the leaked information is not highly classified information, we decided to take measures to restrict his spiritual power, and at the same time erase the secret-related memories, and send him back to the present world," Foxnosuke said, "The follow-up will be sent as a warning case to everyone Honmaru, you'll see it soon."

"As for Nashin Horikawa Kunihiro, although you said in your report that he did not betray, as a suspect, he still needs to be detained for political observation for a period of time. He is currently assigned to work in the logistics management office, and the cleaning work of Honmaru is carried out by other teams. "

"The hunting and cleaning tasks are carried out separately, and you may receive such separate tasks in the future," Honosuke moved his ears lively, "You need to continue to expand your combat power. If the follow-up tasks are heavy, it will be against Tsuru Maruden and others are putting a lot of pressure on you, so please cherish them."

"I would like to thank you for them," the judge laughed. "This kind of heart will also be conveyed. You have always defended them."

"Ah... hey, it's nothing." Foxosuke widened his eyes in surprise, "I'm just a fox shikigami, I can't fight on the battlefield like the adults, so I just do some trivial things. Take care of yourself for them—many of them are the type who can't take care of themselves."

"Everyone will be very happy to receive more care." The judge didn't miss the envy and yearning in the little fox's eyes. "It's good enough to do what you can do with all your heart."

Foxnosuke lowered his head shyly.

"But now that this has been said, when will the priority right to open up new battlefields that I promised when I participated in the Freshman Program be fulfilled? Now that I have fulfilled the corresponding obligations, it will be your turn." Suddenly changed his face.

"Hey? Hey?" The tone of this kind of final account was a bit scary, and Foxunosuke moved his paw guiltily, "I'll go back and ask for clarification, please continue to protect history and the present."

It sprang out of the room nimbly, but did not miss the clear laughter of the judge. With the gentle wind blowing through the fur, Gexian Yotaro who cut flowers and put them in vases, and Wuhutui who was holding dried meat and squatted on the edge of the field to poke potatoes Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro disappeared behind him one by one.

--The weather is great.

The little fox strutted out of the gate.

Just this morning, the god judge learned from Kagemaru that the real significance of the freshmen plan is to select new law enforcement officers—newcomers who are not prone to spiritual rejection, have simple interpersonal relationships, and have qualified and experienced people around them. Subordinates, since they still have to take over the normal job of persuading dismissal on the bright side, so emotional intelligence and personality charm are also important points of investigation.

——At that time, the current affairs arranged for me to observe your situation. I think you met all the requirements and submitted the report. The pre-trial process should be very fast, but the task has been delayed. I thought it was judged as unqualified.

The green-haired swordsman confessed his (probably not effective) monitoring task with a little anxiety, and then the Hikari who was thinking hard all the time next to him blinked his eyes suddenly.

——I felt like I forgot something. It turned out to be this. I also have a supervisory task, and I haven’t written a word in the report yet.

—Brother!Isn't it because you haven't submitted the report that the task was delayed?

——It’s hard to say, but since it’s passed, there’s no need to write the report, right?

——Ah, brother... don't forget about such things...

——Oh, there will be no more missions like this.

Later, Smiling Aoe and Tsurumaru Kuninaga also cooperated to explain the date of their report, and successfully pinned the blame for the infinitely prolonged novice period to Higiri.

"Oh, then I must congratulate you, you are the master of all of us famous swords," Tsurumaru Kuninaga announced happily, "Let's find a time to celebrate!"

Although he felt that they just wanted to take this opportunity to drink some wine, the judge still agreed, and set the time for the night after everyone fell asleep for the sake of confidentiality, and the location was the bedroom of the judge.

If you want to make trouble, just make trouble with them.

Night falls.

Smiling Qingjiang used the reason of night vigil to stay in the downstairs of the God Judge. At the time of the climax of the moon, he saw Crane Maru who tried his best to explain what it means to be sneaky.

"Just go up empty-handed like this?" Tsurumaru looked at his little friend, adding that his eight hands were all empty, "I thought you would at least prepare to order appetizers."

"Is this provided by the host of the banquet?" Higiri was wearing a yukata, his hair was a little damp, and he seemed to have come here directly after soaking in the hot spring.

"Go up first," Kagemaru was still wiping his hair with a towel, "I'll get it later if necessary."

Including Smiling Qingjiang, the valet, it was the first time for the four fusangshen to enter the interrogator's dormitory.

The dormitory is located on the upper floor of the study room, and it looks much bigger than when it was first moved in. Thanks to the hard work of the Hasebu and the short knives, the room did not reveal the bad habit of the inquisitors. , in a neat and orderly manner.

The appraiser seemed to have moved the furnishings, the soft sofas were made into a circle, a tall silver polygonal bottle was placed on the short table in the middle, and the crystal bowl next to it was filled with gem-like irregular cubes.

The inquisitor didn't know what he was busy with at the desk, but he quickly put it away, leaving only the clean desk.

"It's this kind of style," Tsurumaru sat on the sofa and looked around, "I don't usually see it."

It is hard to imagine that a soldier who is often bloody lives in such a place - the plush carpet is as thick as an inch, the silky satin flows down from the bed together with the dim lights, and the decorations of metal gems are scattered everywhere, creating a completely luxurious atmosphere .

"I thought I was like this usually?" The god judge took a set of deep glass cups painted with blue irises, poured wine while answering, and then gently placed the cups in front of everyone.

Indeed, the usual attire of the god-inspector is also gorgeous and complicated, and he is particular about his basic necessities, but these cannot conceal the smell of iron and blood on his body, no matter how exquisite embroidery or dazzling gems are on him, it is hard to think of fragility. vocabulary.

He is wearing a slightly fitted robe today, with pearl buttons tied from his neck to his ankles. His hair is loose and black like crow feathers, but the smooth lines of his shoulders, waist and abdomen show danger and strength in every way.

When everyone was dressed more casually, Smiling Qingjiang's team uniform was very conspicuous.Although he didn't wear any armor or white attire, he was still dressed formally for the sword belt jacket.

"Smile, why didn't you change out of the uniform?" Tsurumaru asked, "It's all here, so there's nothing to worry about."

"It's here that you have to wear your sword properly," Owaki Tsubasa replied, "I lost important things when I went out to battle, and even if I got it and came back, I feel that I am no longer the complete me I was before."

The judge froze.

"But even so, I am also the guardian of the sword, and I must perform my duties at any time." Smiling Qingjiang sighed, "Especially when you don't wear swords."

"Knife blades will rust if they are always put in a sheath. Don't you know this truth well? Let's use the white sheath to maintain it occasionally." Tsurumaru shook the glass, "Then, to celebrate Jingmo's official becoming that so-and-so law-enforcer , come to cheers!"

"Cheers—" Mustache shouted happily, then raised his glass and took a long gulp.

"Brother, you have to touch a toast before you can drink it." Genmaru reminded his brother softly, but Higiri savored the taste carefully and stretched the cup to his mouth.

"Strange wine, try it?"

Having no choice but to bow his head and take a sip, the cold liquid has a metallic taste and a faint aroma, which is quite different from the taste of wine in the usual sense.

"Could this be wine specially prepared for us?" Tsurumaru and Qingjiang lightly knocked down their cups and took a sip, and immediately poured out a drop of silver wine to observe with great interest, "Don't say it yet, let me guess , this is definitely not an ordinary wine."

"Then I'll give you three...four chances," the interrogator motioned him to guess first, "as long as you can say the same thing, I'll give you a reward."

"Look at this color, could it be that silver foil is added in it?" Tsurumaru dipped some of his fingertips to look at the light, but he didn't find the tiny specks of light as imagined, "Or is it the one on the dessert that looks like silver?" sugar?"

The judge smiled without saying a word, and shook his head.

"Is there any honey?" Xiwan made an opinion, and soon shook his head: "No, it's a lighter sweetness."

"The taste of metal, could it be the wine made from Yugang?" Mustache took another sip, and said casually, "It's delicious, and human beings will like this kind of wine."

"Apple." Owaki Tsubasa said suddenly.

"Ah! Yes, it's the sweetness of apples." Kagemaru suddenly realized.

The smiling Qing Jiang, who only took a sip, looked at the judge questioningly, and then received a definite answer.

"This wine is brewed with mercury, moonlight, morning dew, and apples." The god judge picked up the bottle and filled them up. "Is it to your taste?"

"There is such a strange way of brewing wine, could it be made by monsters?" Mustache took another drink slowly, and seemed to like it very much, "Can you catch it and raise it?"

"No, it's a souvenir from a certain travel destination," Jing Mo leaned on the sofa. "Later, I added apples for secondary brewing, so there's only so much, and it's over after drinking it."

"Huh?" Higakiri accepted this fact a little dejectedly, and then looked at those small jewel-like cubes curiously, "What is this?"

"Appetizers, you should try it first." The interrogator simply replied, he had been observing the Owaki on the opposite side tonight, and now he finally gave up looking for a better opportunity, "Qingjiang, I apologize...you have Any thoughts?"

"This is really strange, isn't it a reward for guessing right?" Owaki Cha stared at his master with burning eyes.

"No, it's just an apology for throwing your saber." Jing Mo subconsciously followed his gaze and brushed his somewhat messy hair behind him. "I didn't think well at the time. I'm sorry. Rewards are another matter."

Owaki Tsubasa looked at him quietly for a while, then folded his arms and let out an inexplicable humming sound.

What I must say is the feeling of "seeing your sincerity".

The only one who could not do anything about this subordinate took out a pair of eyes that he had rushed to work in the past two days, put them on the table and pushed them over.

"That's right," Tsurumaru, who had been silent for a long time, looked at it and said in surprise, "This really scared me, did you do it yourself?"

The judge, who felt deeply wrong, nodded his head.

This pair of golden Wugou eyes are in the shape of plum branches, but there is a slight difference in shape, one branch is still budding, the other branch has already bloomed, there is no other decoration, but the carving is lifelike, and the delicate lines on the petals can be seen faintly.

"It was first wrapped with expensive fabrics, and then decorated with exquisite utensils," Owaki Tsubasa laughed softly, "This is really...do you want me to be dyed your color so much..."

The judge who did not receive the expected response was a little distressed about the next action, but the other three fusangshen seemed to have a strong interest in the cubes in the bowl at the same time, and no one came out to make a rescue——completely confronted by judges He looked curious about the rare embarrassment of the reader.

Fortunately, the smiling Qing Jiang quickly returned to his usual (fake) seriousness, he stretched out his hands to put away those eyes, and the usual smile hung on his lips again.

"Then I have received the apology, and I will put it on a new saber. Next time, please don't throw it out casually." He looked at the small thing in his hand thoughtfully, "If you have this companion, It must be able to soothe the emptiness of the long night a little."

After hearing the words, which seemed normal and seemed to be an advertisement for some kind of supplies, the judge calmly glanced at the people around him, trying to verify whether he was thinking too much, but everyone looked calm, It's a completely normal look.

That's probably because I was thinking too much.

The judge was relieved, and began to introduce his appetizers.

When he turned his gaze away, Tsurumaru silently lowered his head and looked at the floor, desperately trying to find if there was something called "Smiling Qingjiang's morals" dropped there just now.

Sigh... When your companion can hold grudges and has a particularly good memory, of course you have to follow his mood.

Even if he just wants to tease your common master.

The author has something to say: the recipe of the wine comes from Hu Yi 2333

Recently, I feel that the number of people who watch it has dropped sharply... Is there something wrong with OTZ?

Do you want me to be dyed your color so much? Adapted from Polarization Qingjiang's daily voice~