In front of the stove in the knife breaking room, a slender man knelt down.
He was a tall man.
He had a head of short, dark purple hair.
He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His bangs hanging in front of his forehead were slightly long.
His eyes were half covered by a pair of jade-green eyes.
His eyes were like the sunset.
The original blade was tied to his left waist.
The blade was engraved with three cobalt hilts.
The scabbard and hilt were simple and unadorned silver. They appeared together with the engraved patterns, giving them a mysterious color.
It was the katana of the Lai sect that was once held by the Akashi Matsudaira family — Akashi Kuniyuki.
He was also the guardian of Lingsu Honmaru, Shinmaru, and Airan Kunojun.
In the unnumbered original Honmaru where Lingsu was,
A katana that had never appeared before.
His attire was very modern.
He was wearing a black uniform jacket and trousers.
Black boots.
His clothes and boots had gold-inlaid buttons and fringes. They looked very luxurious.
There was a golden belt around his waist with a lotus-shaped blade pattern on it.
There was also a loose red knot on the side of the belt.
His shirt was open.
A white shirt was revealed.
A good-looking collarbone and strong and hard muscles were faintly discernible under the shirt.
As soon as the Divine Inquisitor entered the door,
This was the scene he saw.
Although the katana in front of him was wearing a clean and tidy uniform,
The corners of his eyebrows were drooping, and his expression was lazy.
He looked very comfortable.
However, the pungent smell of blood in the air exposed his current physical condition.
After Tsurumaru Kuninaga pushed open the wooden door for the Divine Inquisitor,
The sticky and sweet smell began to spread from Akashi Kuniyuki's body.
It spread out through the open wooden door.
"You are Akashi Kuniyuki?" Smelling the familiar smell of blood,
Lingsu's fingertips trembled slightly under her sleeves. She raised her sleeve to cover her mouth to hide her strange emotions.
She didn't dislike the smell of blood.
On the contrary, after leaving the environment she was most familiar with for a long time and disguising herself as a hermit who didn't know anything about the world, she missed this feeling.
All violence, schemes, and changes could arouse her interest.
But when the Inquisitor covered her sleeves and smiled, the Funerary Deities, who was sitting with her back to her, turned around and saw the disgusted look on her face. A look of understanding flashed across her tired eyes.
As expected …
He sighed lazily in his heart and fell to the ground as if he had no bones. He didn't even bother to support himself and fell straight down.
Humans — such fragile and prideful creatures.
Akashi Kuniyuki completely ignored the inquisitor's words.
Lingsu wasn't angry … at least on the surface.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga secretly glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't dare to do anything before Ji Jun opened his mouth.
The wounds on his body had yet to be healed, and he even felt that the girl in front of him had no intention of healing the wounds caused by his sneak attack.
His body was in so much pain that he didn't know when this punishment would end.
Thus, before Akashi Kuniyuki received any substantial damage from Ji Jun, he didn't intend to get between them.
But if she really did touch Akashi Kuniyuki …
Tsurumaru Kuninaga tightened his grip on his sword, but the smile on his face became even more harmless.
The Inquisitor seemed to have sensed it. She glanced at him and tilted her head. "How ugly."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga was speechless.
"I'm not so bored as to play games with you."
The Inquisitor raised her finger and pushed the red-stained crane to the side. "Move aside. I'm having a one-on-one conversation with the sword that I'm about to take over Honmaru.
Your time is over. Don't stand here and block my view. "
The palm looked pale and slender, soft and weak, but when the force passed on Fu Sang Shen's body, it was as if he was hammered by a sledgehammer. Before he could react, he had already retreated to the corner that couldn't be more remote.
He looked at himself, and then looked at Compressional Hasselblad, who had been standing quietly behind the Inquisitor like a statue, as if he knew this would happen. The corners of his mouth twitched, and the hand on his sword relaxed.
Well, I should trust her.
After all, I don't have a choice.
No matter how bad the future is, can it be worse than the past?
After dealing with the anxious Tsurumaru, Lingsu once again cast her gaze on Akashi Kuniyuki.
At this time, his whole body was already lying on the cold ground. Under his open coat, his white and loose shirt was stained with dust. His hair was leaning against the edge of the stove, and he felt that in the next second, he would be burned into ashes in the stove in front of them.
Lingsu raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Come closer."
The man on the ground didn't move. She didn't know if he was asleep or had fainted.
Lingsu waited for a while, then said in a more serious tone, "Come closer."
At the same time, a cold wind swept up from the ground, and the open wooden door behind her was blown by the wind, making creaking sounds.
Spiritual power gushed out of the room and spread to every corner of the Honmaru. It was as if a god had descended and enveloped the entire Honmaru in an instant.
Then, Tsurumaru, who was leaning against the corner to minimize his presence, suddenly felt that the spiritual energy in his body that belonged to the previous owner was swallowed up. It was replaced by another spiritual energy that was somewhat cold and murderous. It was far more majestic than the previous owner's spiritual energy, like the sharp edge of a sword.
The injuries he had just suffered were instantly healed.
"Such power —" While he was in shock, he raised his hands in front of his eyes, slowly clenched them, and turned them over.
It was as if he was feeling the sudden extra power in his body.
Then, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly looked at Akashi Kuniyuki, who was lying next to the stove.
He was obviously not asleep, nor had he fainted.
Because when the spiritual energy filled his body, he heard him gasp … although it was very short.
This time, the spiritual contract between the God's Inquisitor and the sword man had been established. The sword man couldn't refute the God's Inquisitor's order. Lingsu spoke again to Akashi Kuniyuki and ordered, "Come closer."
Akashi Kuniyuki obediently rolled on the ground to the God's Inquisitor's feet.
"Ha —" Lingsu laughed, thinking that this sword was sick. It lacked a feather duster that could catch him at any time.
Funerary Deities, who had rolled to her feet, didn't seem to notice. His eyes were closed, and his voice was lazy and hoarse, but very stable. "Spare me, Your Highness.
You have many swords to use on your first day, Hasselblad and Tsurumaru. Let me rest for a while. "
Lingsu was silent for a while.
Although these swords were in the headquarters of the Government of the Time, according to her and the female staff member's speculations, they should all be swords that were on the verge of falling.
But how should she put it …
In the past, Ling Su had never come into contact with gods and ghosts like Death God Fu. But this time, she finally got the chance to experience it. It turned out that on the path of darkness, there were all kinds of tricks that could be played by every blade …
In the end, falling was the process of turning evil. It meant that one's previous values were completely overturned, and it was the process of developing in the opposite direction of one's original personality.
Usually, it would be expressed as a strong resentment, dissatisfaction, and indiscriminate hatred towards a certain aspect of society.
But in the past few days, she had seen three swords that were on the verge of falling. If she didn't know that each of them was on the verge of falling, she wouldn't have been able to tell that they were any different from normal Funerary Deities.
Interesting … She leaned over and gently poked Akashi Kuniyuki's collar with the tip of the oil-paper umbrella in her hand. She took off his clothes and thought faintly.
"I've lived for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen someone as lazy as you."
One of the buttons on his shirt was undone, but Akashi Kuniyuki, who was lying on the ground, still didn't react. He really did have a special kind of obsession with laziness.
"I can't help it. After all, laziness is my selling point," Akashi Kuniyuki said.
"… Forget it."
Lingsu sighed and gave up on communicating with him. "Hasselblad, carry him to the room on the second floor of the main residence."
"Yes." Hasselblad, who had received the order, stepped forward and immediately carried out the Divine Inquisitor's orders.
He knelt down on one knee and scooped up Akashi Kuniyuki. He put him on his shoulder and strode over the threshold with an expressionless face.
Akashi Kuniyuki didn't struggle. It wasn't clear whether it was because his injuries were too serious, or because he knew that he wouldn't be able to gain any advantage, so he didn't bother to struggle.
Lingsu straightened up. Her long clothes fluttered like a willow branch in the wind. The Hetian jade bracelet on her wrist knocked against the handle of the umbrella, making a crisp tinkling sound.
"Later, let's gather all the swords in Honmaru in the conference room."
She said, "After all, time is of the essence … I think you know that too, don't you?"
She glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga from the corner of her eyes. She seemed to be smiling, but her phoenix eyes were clear and charming.
"Indeed."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled and played riddles with the Divine Inquisitor. "As a vessel, I don't know what the secret hidden in my body is. This matter really makes Blade very uneasy, my lord.
You will help us, right? "
In response, the Divine Inquisitor poked his forehead with the tip of the umbrella. "Are you an idiot?"
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After forcibly pressing Akashi Kuniyuki down on the second floor of the Divine Inquisitor's residence, Lingsu dismissed Hasselblad.
This loyal swordsman seemed to have rekindled the soul of a loyal dog in his heart after staying by her side for a few days. When he left, there was a rare hint of hesitation on his expressionless face.
It was as if he was very reluctant to be excluded.
Lingsu followed Hasselblad's hand that was holding the door and closed the barrier door without any hesitation.
"Tsk."
Lying on the Divine Inquisitor's bed behind her, Tachi, who was resting on the Divine Inquisitor's soft pillow, changed from a lying position to supporting his elbows. When he saw the Divine Inquisitor looking back at him, he naturally didn't pretend to let out a big yawn.
He didn't say anything, but in his heart, he was a little surprised by the change in Compressional Hasselblad.
In his opinion, Hasselblad had changed too much this time compared to the past when he was in This Pill. It was just that he didn't seem to notice that kind of change.
He seemed to be no longer tense all the time, but gradually began to relax.
Well, this is pretty good — —
Akashi Kuniyuki watched the Divine Inquisitor close the door and walk in front of him. She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare chest.
Sure enough — —
After the shirt was unbuttoned, Lingsu thoroughly saw the condition of the swordsman.
The injuries to his body were within her expectations.
Those had been healed when the contract was established, but at this time, his body was still covered with wounds of various sizes. The wounds were black and had an ominous aura.
Lingsu narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.
This was the mechanism of the Funerary Deities body.
Back then, when the government of the time researched the products of the Death God, which could be artificially summoned, in order to be able to place them on the battlefield without limit, they created a body that could use spiritual power to repair wounds on its own.
As long as the Divine Inquisitor's Reiki was sufficient, no matter how serious the injuries suffered by the swordsman were, they could be healed.
But at that time, because they considered that the Time Reversal Army's attacks were only physical, they didn't set up a way for the swordsman to avoid other kinds of injuries.
In other words.
The wounds on Akashi Kuniyuki's body were similar to a curse or damage caused by other abilities. Reiki, which had no healing ability, was useless against this kind of injury.
His wounds couldn't be healed, but at the same time, the Reiki that supported his body's functions continued to pour in.
He wouldn't break his swordsman because of the cursed wound, but he would be trapped in this endless pain.
This was a bit tricky — —
Akashi Kuniyuki's attitude couldn't be any more casual. He already knew the condition of his body. He half-closed his eyes lazily, as if he was enjoying the air in the room.
Lingsu met his sleepy eyes, and saw the watery gaze in them.
It was calm and peaceful, and it didn't reveal the kind of heart-wrenching pain that the owner of these eyes was enduring.
"Hey, Milord, didn't I say that my lack of motivation is my selling point … There's nothing I can do even if I become like this." He said this, and then raised his soft hand, and lightly patted the Divine Inquisitor's head.
"Just let me rest for a while. Don't mess around."
The room was silent.
The room suddenly became quiet, and only Akashi Kuniyuki's light breathing could be heard. It was rhythmic … and long …
Lingsu was in a daze. She suddenly remembered how this man had been kneeling in front of the stove with the broken swordsman.
At that time, he clearly wanted to jump into the stove and break the swordsman himself!
Her breathing suddenly became chaotic.
"Don't be afraid."
After a while, she seemed to come back to her senses. She reached out and covered the man's eyes with her hands. She leaned against him, and pressed him under her arms.
She leaned against the thin man's ear, and in her eyes, there seemed to be a dark color. A cold, dark green color suddenly appeared, like a poisonous snake.
"The source of the curse lies in the caster himself.
No matter how powerful the curse is, as long as the caster himself can no longer maintain the spell, then the damage caused will not be valid. "