Two or three things about the rebirth of the scumbag

The petals blowing in from the window smacked with a fresh and cold fragrance, and the inquisitor lying in front of the quilt moved his head and opened his eyes in confusion.

What just happened... saw a blackness, and... fell asleep?Thinking slowly, he picked up the freshly peeled orange in front of him and bit off a piece. The sweet and sour taste filled his mouth, but his eyes were still full of sleepiness.

Inokai looked at the room he was in, and the layout was unexpectedly familiar. There were comics and novels he was interested in on the bookshelves within easy reach, and there were thick official documents on the desk not far away. There was no one else in the room except him.

It was really a strange dream... This study that belonged to him had obviously turned into ruins.

Thinking that this was just a false dream created by his unconscious in his sleep, Inokai felt a little nostalgic. He left the warm kotatsu and stood up. His body, which had not moved for a long time, felt a little sore—is it such a realistic dream?

Frowning and rubbing his shoulders, he walked to the wall and pushed open the door, but he happened to meet the little boy standing outside who raised his hand to open the door.

"...Master, my lord?" Seeing him, the little boy subconsciously took a step back in fear, but he didn't pay attention to the glove boxes piled up behind him. He staggered and was about to fall backward.

Inokai frowned, raised his hand to grab the little boy's slender wrist, and when the boy finally managed to maintain his balance, he let go, turning around and leaving without saying a word.

He has always disliked these children, they are delicate and small, they can't do a good job inside, and they are so easy to get hurt when they go to the battlefield, even if they see them in Honmaru, they don't bother to talk to them.

"My lord, let's go!" The white-haired boy's face was stained with blood, whether it was the enemy's or his own, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and there was only one little tiger cub beside his scarred calf, " I...I will try my best to hold back the enemy, please get out of here with Brother Yiqi!"

The trembling voice with a crying voice was drowned out by the roar of the retrograde army in an instant, and he was dragged by Yiqi Yizheng to run wildly, but the broken sound behind him was still so clear.

What was he thinking at that time?

Recovering from the memory that seemed to happen yesterday, Inokai stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at the little boy who was still standing at the door in a panic, "Five Tigers retreat, what do you want to do here?"

"...Eh? I..." It seemed that he didn't expect that the god judge would be willing to talk to him. Wu Hutui opened his light golden eyes wide and realized after a while. He trotted forward and presented the plate in his hand In front of the judge.

"This... this is the sweet potato sticks freshly fried by Mr. Candlestick Cut. It is very sweet and delicious... So, I want my lord to have a taste..." His voice became weaker and weaker in front of the young man's indifferent expression, and finally he even touched his shoulders. They all drooped down, "Yes, right..."

The snacks on the plate were picked up with one hand, and the judge put them in his mouth and chewed them, raising his eyebrows in surprise, they were quite delicious.

"...It tastes good." He made a brief comment, thought for a while, imitated the movements he had seen before, and raised his hand to touch the little boy's head.

There was unexpectedly soft hair under his hand, the young man let go of his hand after rubbing it a few times, turned around and left, he didn't care about the dagger that was stunned in place with flushed cheeks.

——Had, been patted on the head by my lord?

Wu Hu backed away from the hand holding the plate, and almost spilled the snacks all over the floor. He couldn't help touching his head, as if he could still feel the warmth of that hand on his hair just now.

It's true... the little boy showed a silly smile.

"Five tigers are retreating, why are you here? Are you back from the expedition?" At this moment, a serious voice came from not far away, and he turned his head to look, only to see a man with brown hair and purple eyes in a dark purple priest's attire He was walking from the corner of the corridor with a stack of reports in his hands.

When he saw him and the plate in his hand, the man frowned visibly, "Let's go, the Lord doesn't like to eat these things, and he will be angry if he comes here to disturb him casually."

Originally, it was quite laborious to ask the Lord for these short knives, so why can't you be more sensible?The valet sighed deeply, feeling like he was ten years older again.

Wuhu Tui originally wanted to put the plate containing the sweet potato sticks in the study, but he couldn't help showing a pitiful expression when he heard this, "But... But," he retorted in a low voice, "My lord just said that it tastes good..."

His mosquito-like muttering was not heard by the attendant who was worried about the future of Honmaru, and Hasebe pressed the knife quickly and quickly, and slowly opened the door with light steps and movements, so as not to disturb the master's rest .

However, behind the door, Zhengxiang's judge, who was supposed to be sleeping in the futon, has disappeared at this time, only a lone orange peel is thrown aside, accompanied by the stunned Dao Fusangshen.

"..." Usually, for the sake of the mood of the god judge and the safety of his colleagues, most of the swords, including the five tiger retreats, are returned from expeditions during the day and at night, but now the five tiger retreat is here, and the god judge has obviously gone out again... …

Hasebe felt a headache, threw the report on the table and ran out in a hurry.

Don't let it develop into a bad situation!

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The usual state of the study:

morning

Trial: sleep late

Hasebe: Arrange for the Neiban expedition

noon

Trial: eating and reading comics

Hasebe: Eat and read official documents

in the afternoon

Review: play games and sleep late

Hasebe: Feed review and write a report by the way

at night

Trial: All Night Liver Games

Hasebe: Persuasion earnestly and then kicked out