Two or three things about the rebirth of the scumbag

Gradually, all the sword men in Honmaru began to notice the changes in the God Judge.

Although he still looks cold and gloomy, and doesn't leave the castle tower very often, his volatile temper has calmed down a lot, and the system of slander and entry made everyone feel relieved. The situation where everyone in Honmaru is injured and disheveled is finally over. Great relief.

But if you want to say who is in the best mood, it must be the valet who cut Hasebe.

"This is the taiyaki that the Lord gave me!" The brown-haired man in a priest's uniform put his hands on the tray, and looked at the golden-red fish-shaped snack on it with emotion, "Although I want to eat it, how can I be willing?" Destroying this perfect shape! Sure enough, it would be better to keep it refrigerated as an offering, but you must obey your orders..."

"..." I didn't want to hear that the other Fusangshen who had been forcibly pulled over looked dead.

That's enough, that's enough, knowing that you are favored by the master, you have to show off to a certain extent!

——And, are you sure you didn't throw this to you because the master prefers soft treats?

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's mouth twitched, and he interrupted the valet's chatter just in time before his colleagues collectively protested, "Okay, Mr. Hasebe, don't you have something to say when you are called together this time?"

Hasebe, who was forced to stop showing off, glared at him, carefully put the plate aside, and showed the big box behind him sideways, "This is the knife set that the Lord made recently, line up and come here one by one to get it! "

"……Hey?"

"Knife outfit?!"

"so much?"

The Fusangshen made surprised movements one after another, Yaki Hasebe snorted triumphantly, and opened the lid——

A box of all kinds of blue and white knives immediately appeared in front of everyone. There was a small short knife standing on tiptoe to look around, but couldn't find even a golden shadow.

Hmm...not surprising.The Fusangshen looked at each other with smothered smiles, tacitly knowing that the master's luck was exhausted after forging a series of Yizheng and Sanri Yuezong. This is a fact recognized by everyone.

But with so many knives...

"It's really hard work, master."

"Wait and thank the main hall."

"The lord went out to meet with friends. If you really want to thank you, go out and get less injuries. Just don't add unnecessary work to the lord," the valet said proudly, "Okay, line up, one Get a knife outfit!"

"Yes--"

The Fu Sangshen stood in a row according to the type of knife, and took out the suitable knife in the box one by one.

Hasebe stood aside and watched, thinking of the words of the God Judge when he made the knife outfit, the invisible tail flicked behind him, and couldn't help touching his chest pocket.

——This is a favorite!

"Wait, there seems to be a golden sword in Mr. Hasebe's pocket!" The sharp-eyed Imai was the first to notice his movements.

"Huh?" Hearing this, everyone looked intently, and sure enough, they noticed some unnatural protrusions in the valet's chest pocket, and a faint golden light glowed from the gap that couldn't be covered.

"How cunning! You actually hide it yourself!"

"... What kind of private possession, this is given to me by the Lord!" Facing the eyes of his colleagues, Hasebe covered his chest pocket, and said fiercely, "As a close servant, it is not a matter of course for me to have a golden sword outfit !"

"But Hasebe-kun doesn't come out at all."

"It's useless to keep the golden knife outfit."

"Instead of wasting it so much, it's better..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Several men with swords and swords who love to make troubles looked at each other, and approached lv.5 with malicious intentions, the weak, pitiful and helpless valet.

"...Don't come here, don't come here! This is the golden knife outfit that the Lord made with great difficulty, and it was specially given to me as a gift!!"

Today's valet is also heartbroken for these troublemakers in Honmaru.

**

In a pastry shop in Wanwu, Inokai paused as he drank the juice.

Why do you suddenly have a bad feeling?

"What's wrong?" The friend around him was puzzled, he recovered and shook his head, "It's okay."

"That's good," the man looked about the same age as Inokai, and he smiled with his eyelashes raised, like a fox, making people feel nervous, "but then again, are you sure you're not joking?"

"It's not a joke..." Inokai lowered his eyes and said word by word, "Three months later, the coordinates of my Honmaru were exposed and were breached by the time retrograde army."

"Ah...it's actually true." Knowing the other party's character, the man stroked his chin and became serious, "There are only a few people who know the coordinates of your Honmaru. I don't know who revealed it to the enemy?"

Inokai lay weakly on the table, chewing the soft candy, and said vaguely, "That's why I'm begging you, Shinji."

"Haha, it's rare to see you so fragile." The man called Shinji hooked Inokai's shoulder with a smile, and said affectionately, "Don't worry, we escaped from that ghost place together as a fateful friendship. I won't let you die again~"

Inokai avoided his close face uncomfortably, "I'm not dead... Also, don't get so close to me."

"Hey, Hai-chan is still so shy."

"...Don't call me such a disgusting name!"