The Inauguration of the Inquisitor of the Gods [Comprehensive]

"Ha..." My head hurts.

"My lord, this is the report for the morning." Pressed Hasebe changed the subject and handed over the document with both hands.

"Thank you." Granu also took it with both hands.

I saw Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, took out a stack of documents that were about three times thicker than before: "These are the records that have been made. You can take a look at them. If you don't like it, you can do it again."

Great sir.

Granu took the document silently, and found that it was not one, but the result of four or five reports accumulated together, and she bound it neatly for her.

"The electronic file has also been prepared and can be sent at any time."

"..."

Why do you want a god judge? You can completely change your own internal luck, okay?

Waste trial manufacturing machine, the quality is trustworthy.

"Well, how long have you been doing it?"

"I'm very sorry, because I'm not familiar with the operation of the electronic file, it just took a little more time, otherwise I can hand it over to the adults as soon as possible." Pressing Hasebe's expression was full of self-blame.

"..."

She really didn't know what expression to put on, and she didn't know what to say.

It's really weak to write a copy after holding back all night.

Looking down at Hasebe, who was still bent over, Sato asked solemnly, "Have you eaten today?"

"There is no need to eat with a sword like me." The resolute tone made Granose very angry.

This Hasebe is really weird.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe suddenly felt his arm being pulled by an irresistible force, raised his head, and saw Grano holding the report in his arms, dragging him angrily towards a certain direction.

Although Granose looked like a soft girl, she didn't look very imposing when she was angry, but Hasebe was sure that she was angry.

Is it not doing well enough?

Or not enough?

Pressing and cutting Hasebe let Sugar lead him, silently waiting for the unknown punishment.

I saw the girl speeding up her pace and led the cutting Hasebe to a certain room. There were still people in the room and the lights were on.

Guangzhong was still wiping off the remaining moisture on the dishes, when he suddenly heard a sound from the door.

Turning his head to look, he saw Granose dragging Hasebe in, it was the first time he saw Guangzhong with such an angry expression on his face.

Sato dragged Hasebe to the table and sat down, and asked Guangzhong, "Is there any food left? Mr. Yachi Hasebe hasn't eaten all day."

"Well, there are still some ingredients left, which is more than enough to make a vegetable porridge."

"Please cook some more, I'll help you."

"Then I..." Yaki Hasebe still wanted to get up.

"Sit down!" Xiao Tang shouted, with a rare stern tone, at the same time, the strength in his hands increased, and he was pulled down abruptly.

It seems really angry.

Even Guangzhong was slightly startled by the tone.

The two divided the work, and quickly prepared the vegetable porridge, and thoughtfully served a small dish of appetizers.

The rice is boiled to a pulp, the thick rice soup envelops the heat, and the green vegetables and diced meat are decorated just right, which fits well both in terms of taste and vision.And the yellow pickled radish on the side is also very refreshing, you can hear the crisp sound when you bite it, the just right sour taste whets the appetite, and the slightly spicy hidden in it makes people can't help but take a few more mouthfuls of vegetable porridge.

It's a good fit.

But Hasebe sat on the chair motionless, with his hands resting on his knees, without moving.

"Eat!"

"Is it really okay to think of a sword like mine?"

"This is the order, eat quickly." Granu wanted to help his forehead.

"But you said that you are not my master." Hasebe's voice was faintly aggrieved, like a child who couldn't get candy.

Granu couldn't hold back any longer, so he went straight to pinch Hasebe's cheek, which felt so good, and began to fuck.

"Let me tell you, I like subordinates who eat well, sleep well, and have enough energy to run around the pill a dozen or twenty times a day. I especially like subordinates who always pay attention to health. I am very troubled by the subordinate who is going to die, don't you want to know at all! If you can achieve it, I can still consider it!"

Guangzhong put his black-gloved hand to his lips, turned his head away to hide his smile, but his slightly shaking shoulders exposed him.

Just like a mother training a child.

Although the height difference is very large, there is still this sense of sight.

Hasebe nodded and picked up the spoon, but for some reason, his hands were shaking all the time.

It was very difficult to eat.

Candy, who couldn't stand it, took the spoon.

"Come on, open your mouth." He picked up a spoonful of vegetable porridge and handed it to Hasebe's lips.

Hasebe looked a little hesitant.

"Hurry up, your hands are sore." Sasuke urged impatiently.

Hasebe opened his mouth.

The two of them cooperated very well, and they even picked a carrot for him from time to time.

At the end, Granose asked, "Are you full?"

Hasebe nodded, with a little blood on his face.

"Go back and sleep well. If I see a little blackness under your eyes tomorrow, I will punish you to eat an extra bowl." Granu looked around, and finally looked back in satisfaction.

This is the first time I've heard of such a punishment.

Guangzhong laughed dumbfoundedly.

"If it is the Lord's order." Hasebe lowered his head and replied.

Granose didn't refute this time, and she will come up with something later.

Watching Hasebe go out, Granose put the warm vegetable porridge in the pot into a food box and packed it up, intending to help Guangzhong take care of the empress.

"No need, sir, if you have something urgent, go quickly, it will be too late."

After struggling for a moment, Granu nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Small things."

The door was closed again, and Guangzhong set his eyes on the pink cherry petals falling from the corner of the table, and smiled slightly: "The weather is going to get warmer."

Carrying the food box, Granu returned to the forging room by virtue of the light in the room, and knocked on the sliding door.

Opening the door, Ran and Yaken were sitting on a low stool.

"Are you hungry? I brought you a supper."

Taking out the food box that Yaoyan brought over in the evening and the food in the food box in his hand, Granu was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a pineapple bun inside.

Happiness, it really was the right choice not to eat just now.

Although it was cold, it still couldn't resist its delicious taste.

Luanhe Yaoyan provided a bowl of vegetable porridge with side dishes.

On the other hand, the knife maker was eating with a bowl bigger than its head.

"Phew." Despite the small size of the knife maker, it is the fastest to eat, and the bowl will be drained quickly. Finally, holding the empty bowl, he patted his chubby stomach in satisfaction.

The few people finished eating quickly, except for the messy bowl that had hardly been touched.

What worries Granu most is that whenever Granu looks away, Luan's eyes will avoid and even tremble.

Fear and horror mixed in those beautiful eyes, making people want to brush away the sadness between his brows and dispel these negative emotions.

When Granose was about to repair the other dagger, Luan blocked her way and drew out the knife to face her.

"Chaos!" Yao Yan stepped forward to stop him.

"Don't come here, don't come here." The hand holding the knife fluttered, his expression flustered, and his eyes pressed against their movements urgently.

Despite Yaoken's call, Luan still pointed at them with a knife, still muttering something in his mouth, although he looked at them, his pupils were not in focus.

"It seems that what Bai wanted to do to the swords before overlapped with the current scene."

For a while, none of them dared to act rashly, and quietly stepped back a few steps to avoid irritating him.

After coming over for a while, Luan's mood stabilized. He looked at the two with blank eyes, then noticed the short knife in his hand, and finally lowered his hand slowly, his delicate face was full of exhaustion.

"Sorry, I just..." Luan didn't know how to describe it, and looked down at the floor with dim eyes.

"It's okay, we just want to fix the knife at the back." Granose tentatively cautiously.

These swords cannot be left alone. After losing the maintenance of white spirit power, if they are not replenished as soon as possible, these swords are very dangerous. If they are eroded by black energy, the consequences will be disastrous.

Luan nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I know what you mean, but I can't control myself a little bit, I'll be fine if I go out for a while."

"Let Yaoken take you for a walk." Sasuke turned to ask Yaoken for his opinion.

"No need!" Luan hurriedly interrupted, with a smile: "Brother Yaoyan can just stay inside, I can do it by myself."

After finishing speaking, he hurried out and pulled the door tightly for fear of being caught up.

This smile is more like crying.

It seems that the degree of trust is not enough.

Granu looked at Yaoyan, his condition was obviously not much better, his brows were frowning, his lavender eyes were drooping, and his hands were clenched tightly.

Alas, is it because you feel that you have not protected your brother and blamed yourself?

Granose sighed, patted his shoulder silently, placed the sword and started repairing.

Several swords were awakened one by one, and they were all very cute children.

Even if they are a little scared at first, most of them calm down.

Sugar Wipe the table clean with a clean cloth.

What is that child suffering?

Granu couldn't forget the look in his eyes when he was about to leave, the waves in his suppressed heart, and the quiet look made him feel even more distressed.

Don't worry.

Grano found an excuse to get away, opened the door, and happened to meet Yaoken's eyes.

please.

Yaoyan gave her a mouth shape.

Granose wanted to laugh a little.

Hey, hey, is it really okay to trust me so much? The person he is afraid of is me.