The Inauguration of the Inquisitor of the Gods [Comprehensive]

The room was extremely quiet for a while, except for the "rustling" sound of the pen tip across the paper, and the sound of pages turning.

Granose continued to keep his head down, waving the pen in his hand non-stop.

She thinks that with so many official documents every day, only her writing speed and patience have improved.

After finishing a report, Granit handed it to Luan next to him, and asked him to verify it again, and it was considered a pass after confirming that it was correct.

After a few rounds, both of them couldn't help yawning.

"Let's take a break after reading this article." Sandu took an article casually, weighed its thickness, and said to Luan.

"Okay." Luan nodded, rubbed his eyes, and finally pulled himself together.

But after spreading out the scroll in his hand, Granose became interested.

This is not from the government of time, but from hell.

With his gaze shifted downwards, Granu looked at the date, and it was yesterday. This information made Granu heave a sigh of relief, and continued to shift his energy to the document.

He propped his head up and looked at the sugar reading the document, the more he read it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Granose's originally stretched brows gradually frowned, and her originally bent shoulders straightened.

"Did something happen?" Looking at the changes in the sugar, he asked indiscriminately.

"Well," replied, Granose's eyes were still looking at the scroll: "The number of dead in hell is abnormal."

"Abnormal?" He tilted his head in a confused tone.

Granose quickly passed the scroll several times before replying: "The number of souls that have disappeared recently is increasing."

"Is the soul missing too?"

Granu nodded: "It is reasonable to say that the souls of the dead will go to hell to be judged. There are also some who sneak away, but they are extremely rare. However, there have been more and more of them over the years, and there are some special things about the dead who escaped from prison?"

Hearing this, Luan's pupils narrowed suddenly, and when he met the gaze of Granu, an answer was vaguely formed in his heart.

Facing Shang Luan's gaze, Granu continued, "Most are god judges, and some are onmyojis."

From being cautious at the beginning to being unscrupulous now, it also faintly reveals the meaning of putting everything in one's bet. This kind of feeling is really not good.

It feels like being stared at by a hungry wolf, as if claws will stick out from a dark corner, again...

"Master?" He called a few times and saw no response, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Granu's arm and shook it.

"Huh?" Sasuke raised his head.

Seeing that Granose was still in a daze, he asked worriedly: "What's the matter, I've been seeing the master's hand holding tightly, did you think of something?"

Only then did Granu realize the crumpled scroll in his hand, and let go of his hand abruptly. The scroll knocked against the edge of the cold wooden table, and fell to the ground due to the center of gravity.

Granose stretched out his hand to pick up the scroll, smiled at Luan, shook his head under his gaze, hesitated again, and then nodded slowly.

"I have a premonition that I will know the truth soon, but before that, I was a little bit at a loss, I felt panicked, and I always felt a little scared." Granose said truthfully what she was thinking.

How should I put it, although Luan knew that it shouldn't be like this at this time, but after listening to the thoughts that Sato said, he felt an emotion called happiness.

It seems that since the last time I got sick, the master talked more, and he was able to express his state better than talking about them.

Just a few simple words, chaotic but extremely happy, even the corners of the mouth that were raised were suppressed as much as possible.

This is getting more and more trusted, he thought in his heart.

"Oh." The girl's sigh sounded in her ears.

It's just that her sorrow was forced to stop not long after.

Just a piece of dessert and it's ready to plug.

With a piece in his mouth, it is not very convenient to speak, and his eyes are messed up, and he just looks at her with a smile.

Granose could only obediently swallow the pastry in his mouth, and finally solved one piece, before opening his mouth, he was blocked by another piece before he could make a sound.

Several times in succession, he refused to take it down, so Granose had to stretch out his hands to signal.

With his head propped up in disorder, his waist-length orange hair blocked half of his cheeks, seeing Granu's move, he put the pastry in his hand on the plate.

Seeing this move, Granu's face was extremely horrified, and he was still planning to stuff his emotions.

Luan didn't care about his actions when he was discovered, instead he smiled and said, "How can we make the master afraid, this is our dereliction of duty."

Granu's complexion changed slightly, he didn't even care about his thirsty throat, and hurriedly explained anxiously: "That's not what I meant."

Luan stretched out her long and slender fingers to touch her pink lips, her orange eyes bent down: "Master is fine with everything, but he has no confidence in himself."

Sandang smiled guiltily, and made a short distance between her fingers: "It's lost."

Luanbu went to expose her, and changed the subject: "Are you resting?"

Granose blinked her eyes, and said in confusion, "Aren't we taking a rest now?"

"No, no, no." He denied it without thinking about it, leaned forward slightly, and took Gran's arm, with a voice like sweet candy: "I still want to read magazines with Master."

He was so dazed by the messy voice that he wanted to hug her and rub her at that moment.

Although I have known that Luan is a big boss in women's clothing for a long time, but I will still be deceived by this appearance, just like a caring girlfriend.

Not to mention magazines, give him all the money.

Except, of course, the pineapple buns.

Recently, her stock of pineapple buns has run out.

Dazed, she was dragged up to the low table, sat down obediently, and almost pressed her son with her palm.

Putting the still-shocked cub in a conspicuous position first, Granose patted his chest, trying to appease his surprised emotions.

It's not a good place for this little guy to stay, but he just wants to squat in the green grass in the photo, and he blends in perfectly.

He handed a cup of tea in a timely manner, and after thanking him, he put it in his mouth.

The warm tea moistened his thirsty throat, Granu coughed a few more times, and after confirming that it was smooth, he lowered his head and planned to talk to Tanggua.

It's just that there is no frog in the place where Tanggua was placed just now.

Hey, where did you go again?

His eyes quickly scanned the table, only to find that the boy had returned to the position just now, with his back turned to her, looking down at something.

Granu felt a little funny, stretched out his hand and poked Tanggua a few times, and said angrily, "Little guy, I didn't scare you just now, and now you're running back, you're really not afraid of death."

Unexpectedly, Tanggua, who is usually well-behaved, ignored her this time, and looked at the magazine under him without moving.

Seeing that the poking was useless, Grano felt strange in his heart, and shifted his gaze down to the magazine.

What Tanggua concentrated on watching was a landscape photo, which was a hot spring.

Seeing Tanggua's concentration, Satang couldn't help asking: "Do you want to soak in the hot spring?"

By the way, there seems to be a place similar to hot springs in Honmaru.

This time, due to the fact that they got closer, Tang Gua heard the voice of the sugar, shifted his attention to the body of the sugar, and shook his head.

In the same way as before, it turned the magazine page by page, showing Sasuke where it liked.

There are temples, hot springs, and various buildings, all of which are well-known tourist attractions.

"Do you want to go and have a look?" Sasuke asked again.

Tanggua nodded hastily, but Satang hesitated.

According to Tanggua's body size, it would take a lot of time to leave Honmaru, let alone go to such a distant place.

But he couldn't bear to say no to Tanggua's expectant eyes, and at the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

Why do you think this frog likes to run around, little boy, it's really worrying.

Tanggua still kept his head up, his big eyes fixed on the sugar, and he had a posture of "I won't move if you don't speak".

"I'll try to discuss it later with everyone. Don't be in a hurry, can you wait for a while?" Faced with such a situation, Granose could only slow down.

Tanggua knew that it was useless to be anxious about this matter, so he nodded obediently, and happily introduced the area he was interested in to the two of them.

However, Sa Tang was not in the mood to continue watching, but he was held down and patted on the shoulder halfway, so he patiently watched with Tang Gua.

In the middle of the first episode, Yizheng came in to deliver afternoon tea, and San Tang simply asked him to take Tanggua down to get some air, and started the next work by himself.

"Is the master worried about Tanggua?" Luan lowered his head to read the document that Granose handed him, the handwriting on it was no longer as neat as before.

Granu stopped writing and nodded, "I'm really, really worried."

"I thought the master wouldn't plan to let it go out." Judging from Granu's performance just now, Luan was a little surprised that Grano agreed to this matter.

"At first I really didn't want to let it go out, but after thinking about it, this idea of ​​restricting it is not good, so I decided to let it go out." Sandu paused, lowered his eyes, and continued: "But I am very worried about it, it has so many natural enemies, I am really afraid that something will happen..."

"No." Luan's tone was very affirmative: "I don't think the master should be so afraid about this, Tanggua is no ordinary frog."

I don't know why, but Luan just thinks that Tanggua will not have any accidents, but will live happily ever after.