The Inauguration of the Inquisitor of the Gods [Comprehensive]

As night fell gradually, the lights in the Honmaru were also lit up. Bai seemed to be very afraid of the dark, so the lights in the Honwan were also brightly lit at night.

Through the window, Granose saw the troops returning one after another.

The situation was even worse than imagined. Even from a distance, you could see their exhaustion, and some swords were even supported back.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Pushing open the door, a slender man in a suit with a blindfold on his face said to her: "My lord, the God Judge wants you to break into the house, saying that he wants to teach the use of spiritual power."

"Okay." Granose nodded, picked up a coat, picked up Foxnosuke at his feet, and followed the man down.

What caught the eye was the man's walking posture, even though his face and tone didn't change at all.At most, the walking pace is also very weird, just like walking with two artificial legs, it looks like it is injured, but coupled with this calm expression, the whole looks extraordinarily weird.

After such a strange scene, after he made a depressing sound at the corner, Granu finally couldn't help but speak: "You didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a movement of his. He suddenly stretched out his hand to block the front, and Granose had to stop.

"The front is hand entry, the location is a bit remote, easy to get lost."

"Okay." Sasuke nodded, without further words.

In a blink of an eye, he reached the door of the hand-entry room, and Guangzhong opened the door first, motioning for Granu to enter.

As soon as the door was opened, a gust of hot air rushed in.

The flames dyed the whole room red, Granose walked in, followed by Mitsutada, and closed the door.

There is only a Q version of the villain in the room, wearing a simple kimono, who was sitting next to the flame drinking tea.

Isn't it hot?

Just staying here for a short time, Sato felt like he was sweating.

"This is a swordsmith, responsible for forging knives." Fox Nosuke, who was in his arms, explained at the right time.

The swordsmith, who was belatedly aware of the sound, immediately stood up when he heard the sound, and wanted to hide the teacup behind him, but because of his panic, he alternated between his left and right hands a few times before hiding behind him.

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The knifesmith, who was consciously exposed, looked at them with a crying expression.

The adorable Granu winked at him, and put her index finger to her lips.

"It's the first time we meet, my name is Granose, may I ask who you are?"

When the swordsmith heard this sentence, he introduced himself happily: "I am a swordsmith, and I am in charge of forging knives, but forging knives depends on luck, and the swordsmith cannot be blamed."

"Please advise."

"Please advise."

After finishing speaking, both Granu and the knifesmith couldn't help laughing.

After waiting and waiting, Bai still didn't come, so Granit simply sat down and asked the swordsmith to teach her the knowledge of forging knives.

"Just put in the corresponding materials, and leave the rest to me." The knife maker said confidently.

"That's it?" The unexpected simplicity made Granose ask involuntarily.

"Yes, my lord only needs to provide spiritual power." The swordsmith assured, patting his small chest.

"So as long as you put in different materials, you can forge different swords?"

"Yes."

"It's surprisingly simple, but what do you mean by luck?"

Hearing this sentence, the swordsmith's confident expression collapsed, although it was a small one, it was extremely melancholy.

"But luck is also a very important part, don't blame the swordsmith," the swordsmith cautiously emphasized, and then added weakly: "My lord should also be nice to the swordsmiths in Honmaru in the future, and you can't just soak in them casually." Inside the cooling material. You can’t feed charcoal, you have to feed it, you will be hungry, and you will have no strength to forge knives.”

Sato, who was a little sad, looked at the knife maker without saying a word, no wonder he was so young, he hadn't eaten.

In fact, if you give him food, he won't grow up.

At this moment, Honosuke's ears trembled slightly, and he quickly stood up and said to Granu, "Master God Judge is here."

Unexpectedly, the swordsmith reacted even more excitedly. He ran aside in a hurry, picked up a hammer bigger than him, and began to smash, looking panting.

I give full marks to this acting, and I'm not afraid of your pride.

The wooden door was opened, and Bai walked in, followed by several sword men, Qi Li carried a blood-stained, pale, comatose child in.

Among them, California Qingguang and the white-clothed man whom he had seen before were also inside.

After entering the door, he blinked at her secretly.

"Is this one?" Satou asked in a low voice, was it also a short knife, and his name and face couldn't match.

"It's No. 59 Odachi Hotaru," Honosuke explained, staring worriedly at Hotaru lying on the wooden board: "It's a serious injury."

"Come on, Nantang, come here." Bai waved his hand to motion for Santang to come to him.

"Senior?" Sato tilted his head, hugged Foxonosuke, and took a few steps forward, feeling that there was nothing good going up.

"Have you repaired the sword?" Bai asked again.

Sugar shook his head.

Bai picked up a powder stick and shook it in front of her, and said, "Then come over and watch carefully."

"Yes."

Bai was not in a hurry to repair, but glanced at Hotaru.

The boy was lying on the wooden board with a pale face. His abdomen had been bandaged briefly. He pulled the cloth away with a wave of his hand, and a long scar was exposed. From his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen, the boy was bloody and bloody.Due to Shiro's rough actions, even the unconscious Hotaru groaned unconsciously.

"Tsk." Seeing this scene, Bai couldn't help frowning.

I don't know how much spiritual power and materials will be spent.

After roughly counting the consumed items in his heart, the boredom on his face became more and more obvious, but Yingwan is also the main force in his pill, and it is impossible not to treat it.

The more he thought about it, the more bored he became. Bai inserted the powder stick in his hand into the wound, and said sarcastically, "Aren't you Yingwan, why don't there be fireflies to repair it, this trash."