The thin door closed behind her,
It also blocked the setting sun from outside the door.
The girl turned around and slowly walked down the steps of the porch.
Her embroidered shoes stepped lightly on the soft grass.
"You guys came earlier than I thought," she said to the three knives standing in front of her.
Hearing this, the tall man with a black eye patch in front of her revealed a smile,
With a humble and decent attitude, he said, "Fortunately, I didn't lose my way on the way here,
As the Lord's knife..,
It would be too gaffe if I neglected my duty because of this. "
After he finished speaking..,
He observed the expression of the Divine Inquisitor.
Seeing that there was no dissatisfaction on her face, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
After all, they had acted on their own this time. Although Mitsuki Munechika had comforted them before they left..,
In the end, he already had a shadow over the Divine Inquisitor.
After all, she had threatened him to dig out his eyes.
Fortunately, after that unpleasant meeting, the Divine Inquisitor did not stay in This Pill very often,
The orders for the man with the sword and saber in This Pill were also given by the attendant Shanmaqie.
Other than that, she rarely summoned new men with swords and sabers that she had never seen before.
Because of this..,
Currently, many of the Swords in Honmaru's impression of the Lord were based on what they had heard from their comrades.
The Divine Inquisitor was newly appointed..,
It was a series of major movements that stopped the progress of their crusade against the Time Reversal Army.
Regarding their own actions, they had never had any intention of communicating with the many sabers in This Pill,
Even until now, only Shanmaqie, one phase after another,
Pharmaceutical Research, Zong San, and Mitsuki could be considered to have guarded her,
They had some knowledge of her.
The other sabers still knew nothing about her.
Such a development made the other sabers in This Pill very uneasy.
Moreover, they could see that every saber and sword that had come into contact with the Lord..,
Seemed to have become a little different.
As for what was different..,
They couldn't say it.
They only vaguely felt that..,
They already had the shadow of that young girl unknowingly.
Candlestick Cutter's emotions were complicated about this.
In the beginning, he was reassured by the unfamiliar distance of the Divine Inquisitor, but as time passed, he often felt uneasy about being left out in the cold.
He was looking for an opportunity.
An opportunity for change …
Therefore, when there was an opportunity to stand close to the Divine Inquisitor, Candlestick Kei decided to follow Mitsuki Munechika.
Regardless of whether it was good or bad for him to stay by the Divine Inquisitor's side, he hoped that he could stand closer to her rather than wait in place.
He wanted to look at her and understand her bit by bit.
Whether it was indifference, cruelty, or gentleness … at least it had to be witnessed by one's own eyes.
With that in mind, he raised an arm.
Lingsu looked in the direction of his hand.
The man's fingers, which were wearing black gloves, were slender and well-defined.
There was a bag in his palm, and inside it was a delicately packaged food box.
At this moment, the two of them were extremely close to each other. Lingsu could even feel the continuous steam rising from the food box, as well as the unique rich aroma of the food.
Obviously, he had just finished cooking and rushed over.
Her gaze softened slightly, and her eyes were like flowing water.
"Your Highness, you have been busy all day. Have something to eat." Candlestick Cutter handed the food box to the Divine Inquisitor.
"Thank you." Lingsu nodded slightly and took the food box from Candlestick Mitsutada, "Thank you for your hard work.
In the next few days, I will have to trouble you with the internal affairs of Honmaru. "
"Yes, Your Highness." Candlestick Cutter bowed and placed one hand on his chest as he spoke softly.
Then he stepped to the side and made way for the Divine Inquisitor. He revealed a gentlemanly smile, "Don't worry about the cooking and cleaning. Leave it to me."
After making arrangements for Candlestick Mitsutada, Lingsu did not stop at the door of the conference room. Instead, she walked directly to This Pill's Tianshou Pavilion.
Because she had followed Hasselblad from there before, she did not need him to lead the way this time.
Lingsu slowed her pace and walked on the grass under the porch. She felt the softness of the soil under her feet and the fragrance of the dew after the rain. It was a rare moment of peace.
"Your Highness, is this okay?"
At this time, Mikazuki Munechika came up from behind and walked slowly beside the Divine Inquisitor, not too far away, and asked softly.
Obviously, he had been at the door of the conference room for a while and had heard the conversation between the Divine Inquisitor and the Funerary Deities.
"Why not?" Lingsu asked back.
Then she saw Fox's Aid squatting on Shanmaqie's shoulder and waved at it. When the little fox with red runes on its face jumped down from Shanmaqie's shoulder and ran to her feet, she continued, "They know what the best choice is."
There was an old saying.
"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day and you feed him for a day." … She was just giving them a choice.
And this choice, in her opinion, would not be a loss for her no matter what decision they made.
If the sword and sword men of this Honmaru are not willing to accept any help from the outside world at this time, then the final result of these death gods can only sit and wait for death.
They were different from the swords and blades of the other Honmaru. Due to the uniqueness of the previous owner of this Honmaru, it was destined that the Divine Inquisitors who took over the Honmaru at this time were all people with their own goals.
Or, to be more precise, they were all people with bad intentions.
The only ones who could take over This Pill's Funerary Deities were the Government of the Time and the Divine Inquisitor who was about to take over this place.
For the Funerary Deities, there was no third choice.
Now that Lingsu was here, giving them a choice, it was just a wrong choice to pick one that gave the men of swords a chance to survive.
Compared to the Government of the Time who always favored the Divine Inquisitors and only used the Funerary Deities as tools, choosing her was a very good way to break through their current predicament.
First, as the Divine Inquisitor who took over This Pill No. 3304, Lingsu already had a This Pill of her own, and she also had her own sword.
This meant that she would have to spend much less effort on them. Presumably, no one would give up their own sword and conscientiously take care of someone else's sword.
Second, the men of swords and sabers had already sensed how powerful her abilities were through the contract. Lingsu herself definitely had the ability to face This Pill's next test.
As long as they had someone as powerful as her to hold down the fort, their situation would be much better.
It wasn't that the Funerary Deities of This Pill No. 3304 didn't know this. They knew that on the surface, choosing Lingsu was definitely a satisfactory answer.
But the question was … What exactly did this Ji Jun want?
She was willing to sacrifice so much for them, and even used her own strength to obtain the ownership of This Pill from the Government of the Time. She also promised to help them chase away the enemies who coveted this place … So in this deal, what was Ji Jun's point of gain?
Just to know their secret?
To help the Government of the Time protect the tracks of history?
Probably more than that.
The men of This Pill No. 3304 wanted to know this because this Ji Jun seemed mysterious, and her secrets were no less than theirs.
Therefore, they hadn't decided whether to hand over the secret they had guarded for many years … This was their final bargaining chip … But at the same time, this bargaining chip didn't have much time left.
They were speeding up their descent into darkness.
At this point, there was no way to save them. In the end, they had psychological problems, not physical problems.
Physical problems could be treated, but psychological problems couldn't be saved.
The afterglow of the sunset had disappeared, and night fell in Honmaru.
The greenish-yellow crescent moon gradually rose, and the sky was already dark.
This was destined to be a sleepless night.
As the attendant, Shanmaqie didn't speak.
He just quietly listened to the discussion between the God's Inquisitor and Mitsuki.
It seemed that to him, it was enough to see the God's Inquisitor and confirm that she was safe.
He seemed to have always been like this, silent, inferior, and shrinking himself into a shell.
He just silently endured everything in the outside world.
If only his low pressure didn't materialize …
Glancing at Shan Mo Che Guoguang who was far behind, Lingsu chuckled, shook her head slightly, and returned her attention to Mitsuki Munechika.
"The choice I gave was very reasonable."
She said to Mitsuki Munechika, "Even you couldn't resist the temptation … Among those swords, would any of them resist?"
— It was hard to say.
She recalled the expression of each sword in the meeting room.
At least one sword was a little special …
"They couldn't resist, but you gave me enough time to think and let me make a decision.
But it's different here. The news of Inquisitor 3304's death will soon spread among the God's Inquisitor circle. The swords here are rare swords that This Pill may not be able to forge in years.
When the time comes, many adoption applications will be submitted to the Government of the time. "Mitsuki Munechika was still analyzing.
"One God's Inquisitor can only manage one This Pill. This is a hard-and-fast rule.
If these swords have not made a decision by then and are unwilling to merge with This Pill, and continue to stay here, you will be in a very passive situation. "
He paused, looked at the God's Inquisitor and said with a smile, "But, my lord, you won't let that happen, right? I'm sure you have a plan."
Lingsu glanced at him lightly, "Do I look like someone who calculates everything?"
"…" Mitsuki Munechika was at a loss for words.
Even someone like him had nothing to say about such a question.
Lingsu saw his silly expression, which was rare for her. A strand of hair stood up on his blue hair, swaying.
Mitsuki Munechika laughed foolishly, "Hahaha, my lord, you're still so humorous. But it's getting late, and I'm already an old man. I'll leave the matter of accompanying my lord back to your room to the younger generation."
After saying that, he walked away.
Lingsu watched as his figure gradually disappeared into the distance. She was a little curious about where he was going to find a room to stay in in an unfamiliar This Pill.
But that was not what she was concerned about.
Retracting her gaze, Lingsu recalled what the Five Swords of the World had just said. She laughed coldly in her heart, 'No matter how old you are, you can't be older than me.'
·
After all, it was the God's Inquisitor who lived in Heavensguard Pavilion. In order to do a good job as an undercover agent, Inquisitor 3304 had disguised herself in all aspects so that she could better blend into the lives of the God's Inquisitors.
For this reason, whether it was the fabrication of her personality or the habits of her daily life.
After her identity as an undercover agent was exposed, there were traces everywhere.
Lingsu had already come to this room once because of Akashi Kuniyuki.
But at that time, she did not carefully observe this room.
Now that she was back here, and she had plenty of time, Lingsu carefully combed through the second floor of the dormitory and the first floor of the office.
It could be said that this was a completely fabricated space.
The decor in Heavensguard Pavilion was no different from that of an ordinary girl's room.
The office on the first floor had a computer and a folder. There was a pen holder on the table with a few fountain pens standing in it. It was clean and tidy.
The decor on the second floor was simple. The bookshelves displayed popular science books on the history of swords and swords. No matter how you looked at it, this space was filled with the shadow of a hardworking girl.
Moreover, when she was on Mount Love, the God's Inquisitor also wore a modern professional suit with a pair of glasses. She looked very capable.
It matched the personality that this room was trying to create.
Although the layout and furnishings of the room were all fabricated, perhaps … some traces could still be seen.
Lingsu stood in front of the bed on the second floor and pondered for a moment.
"Master?" At this time, Shanmaqie walked over.
He saw the God's Inquisitor standing there motionlessly. Her slightly raised eyes were unfocused, as if she had fallen into another space. He could not help but ask.
Ling Su's thoughts were interrupted by this voice. She came back to her senses and her pupils refocused. A pair of misty eyes rippled as her gaze gently fell on the green pupils of Granny Mountain Qie Guoguang. "What's wrong?"
"No …" Shanmaqie did not know what to do when he was stared at by the God's Inquisitor. He quickly pulled down his hood, hiding half of his face under the dirty sheets. After a while, he remembered what he was here for and quickly said, "The room … the room has been cleaned up."
Mitsuki Munechika had left, and Akashi Kuniyuki was not of any use.
In the end, the only ones who could clean up the room were Shan Mo Che Guoguang, Candlestick Mitsutada, and Compressional Hasselblad.
Fortunately, they were quite efficient. Hasselblad and Candlestick Mitsutada were both good at housekeeping. In a short while, they had cleaned up most of the previous master's belongings. They placed them in a cardboard box and piled it in another empty room, ready to throw it away when the time came.
Now that everything was done, Granny Shanqie came to report to her master and asked if there was anything else she wanted to do.
Lingsu thought for a moment and said, "Keep the things. Don't throw them away yet.
Maybe they will be useful in the future. "
She paused for a moment and placed the oil-paper umbrella on the table in front of the bed. Then she said, "There's no rush. If there's anything else, I'll call you.
Candlestick Mitsutada can't handle it alone in the kitchen.
Zainai, you should go with him to help him later. "
Mitsutada?
Shanmaqie froze. "Don't … don't call me Mitsutada."
"You don't like it?"
Lingsu looked at him and said. Her eyes curved lazily. Suddenly, the corners of her lips curled into a half-smile. "Ah, that's a pity.
I thought you'd like that name. "
She had seen Shan Mo Che Guoguang's nickname when she was reading about Mr. Sword and Saber.
It was said that the other Divine Inquisitors of This Pill liked to call him by this nickname.
Lingsu felt that she should learn some of the habits of the other Divine Inquisitors.
After all, she had to hide her identity. Regardless of whether or not she had disclosed her special identity to the Government of the Time, it was not a good thing for her colleagues — those who were closest to her — to be too out of place.
In this regard, Divine Inquisitor 3304 was undoubtedly better than her.
However, Lingsu's life was too long. After thousands of years, some habits were difficult to change. Even if she tried her best to control herself, she would inadvertently overlap her current self with her past self.
Perhaps, she should learn to move forward.
This path was destined to be too lonely … She understood that the mission of protecting the Ling family's true secret would consume her eternity and everything she had.
It was not that she did not resist, but after exhausting all her schemes, she gave up.
What she truly cared about was already far away. Whether or not he was still shackled was no longer important to her.
She only hoped that by her side …
Lingsu lowered her eyes and looked at Guo Guang. Guo Guang's face was flushed red. He was obviously very happy to be called Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor's Divine Inquisitor.
Shanmaqie was stunned.
He looked at the Divine Inquisitor's excited expression.
He vaguely remembered that the master in front of him rarely showed such emotions.
Even though she was always smiling, the sword-wielding men could also feel that her usual smile was cold and indifferent, unlike today. The Divine Inquisitor's smile actually seemed a little … teasing …
As if she knew what he was thinking, Lingsu leaned over and gently rubbed her fingers on Shanmaqie's smooth face. Then, she lightly tugged at his hood and pulled down the blanket covering his face. She laughed softly and breathed softly. "Mitsutada."
She really was teasing him.
He instantly blushed.
The corner of his hood was in the Divine Inquisitor's hand. He did not dare to snatch it away, nor did he dare to push the Divine Inquisitor away.
He could only helplessly stand there, wishing that he could find a hole to hide in.
Finally, under the girl's emerald eyes, he could not bear it anymore.
He hurriedly said, "As you wish." Then, he rushed out of the door.
"It's really a knife …" Lingsu said softly to Fox's Aid, who had witnessed the entire process of her teasing. "Why are you so shy …"
Fox's Aid: "…" As long as you're happy, my lord.
There was one less sword in the living room. This time, only Compressional Hasselblad and Candlestick Cutter were left in the room.
Shan Mo Che Guoguang ran out like a coward. He did not forget the Divine Inquisitor's orders.
He told Candlestick Cutter to prepare in the kitchen. Without waiting for a response, he took the lead and walked out.
"Wait, Shanmaqie.
We still don't know where This Pill's kitchen is! "Candlestick Cutter hurriedly asked Hasselblad for directions and chased after Shanmaqie.
This time, only Hasselblad was left in the bedroom on the second floor. He was quietly making the bed and wiping the dust off the door frame.
The Divine Inquisitor looked at his expressionless face. It was difficult to reconcile him with the loyal dog persona described in the information.
She quietly looked at him for a while. Then, she lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt behind Hasselblad.
Following her movements, her long white hair spread out on the ground like a waterfall, like a blooming flower — holy, pure, white, and flawless.
With her back to him, she said, "Hasselblad, actually, you don't have to deliberately draw a line between you and them."
She was talking about the Funerary Deities of This Pill.
From the moment they entered This Pill, Lingsu could feel it.
Hasselblad was deliberately distancing himself from these knives.
He scolded Tsurumaru Kuninaga for attacking the Divine Inquisitor. Then, he left Akashi Kuniyuki in the Divine Inquisitor's bedroom and stayed at the door alone. It seemed that no matter what the Divine Inquisitor did to this knife, he wouldn't disturb him.
He even criticized Ying Maru at the meeting. It could be said that he was about to offend half of the knives in This Pill.
He seemed to be gradually improving. His attitude toward the new Divine Inquisitor was also gradually becoming closer to the Compressional Hasselblad that everyone was familiar with.
Loyalty to the Master. As long as he was facing the Master, he could be impartial and put all his heart and soul on the Master.
Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga thought so.
But in fact, it was the opposite. His problem was getting worse.
Seeing the figure in priest clothes in front of her slightly stiffen, Lingsu smiled quietly.
She raised her arm and pressed her palm against his back. She said softly, "Deliberately distancing yourself, are you trying to protect them?"
"No." Hasselblad spoke with difficulty. A whimper came out of his throat.
"Actually, it's very easy to understand."
Lingsu said faintly. The light in her eyes was cold. "You've been by my side longer than your colleagues, so you know me better.
Compared to the knives and swords in This Pill who are still hesitating about where to submit to, you're the one who least wants them to submit to me. "
"Compressional Hasselblad … You're playing tricks in front of me. Do you think I'm easy to trick?"
"…" Hasselblad said no more.
He seemed to have always been like this. When he couldn't answer, he would express his refusal with silence. He seemed to be servile, but in fact, he had already protected himself with layers of armor.
Even punishment couldn't make him change his expression.
"I'm very sorry, Master, please punish me." Sure enough, what followed was the same sentence.
Lingsu's fingertips wandered over his broad back. Then, they moved all the way up and stopped at the back of his head. She gently tapped on it.
Hasselblad didn't move. When Lingsu's fingers stopped, his whole body relaxed and he closed his eyes.
… A stubborn knife.
Lingsu's thin lips curved. She was dark red and demonic. She mobilized her spiritual energy. In an instant, a turbulent and cold spiritual energy surged from her fingertips and invaded his brain.
Hasselblad's whole body trembled.
Lingsu's spiritual energy was frantically stirring up his memories.
Lingsu didn't use this method of extracting memories often.
First, it was too restrictive. Most of the time, it wasn't very practical. It required the person whose memory was being stolen to not resist.
Second, this method was too harmful to the body. It could be said that once it was used, the brain would be completely destroyed.
At this time, she finally lost her patience after Hasselblad's long silence. She directly used her spiritual energy to invade his mind and crashed over.
"If you knew the secret, what would you do?" At this time, Hasselblad suddenly endured the pain and asked.
Lingsu was slightly stunned.
The spiritual energy released from her hands also eased.
"A secret is only known by the fewest people. You know how to shatter knives, right?"
Hasselblad was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten his back. With his back to the Divine Inquisitor, he trembled and lowered his body. His hands desperately clenched on his knees. Cold sweat soaked his clothes.
But the words that came out of his mouth were steady and hoarse.
"For us in This Pill, finding a powerful Divine Inquisitor to protect us is the best choice.
For you, shattering us is also the best choice. "
"This is why you alienated them?" Lingsu stopped. "You wanted to put yourself in a different position from them.
The Government of the Time may not treat these knives well, but whether it's imprisonment or experiments.
After the secret transfer, they can fight for a chance of survival from the government.
But you know that I won't. "
She paused. "After all, I'm an inquisitor who can seriously injure you in order to infiltrate the Divine Inquisitor Assembly."
She stood up and stepped lightly on the soft tatami. She was as light and silent as a cat. "When I contracted you, I didn't give you a choice, so you followed me.
But it's different now. I gave them a choice. Although they have also formed a contract, they still have room to turn around. "
"Yes …" After a while, Hasselblad answered.
…
Lingsu shook her head and walked to Hasselblad. She bent down and lifted his chin. She sighed. "You don't understand."
She sighed. Compared to calculation, the meticulousness of the mind.
The knife in front of her was really far from the Mitsuki Munechika in her This Pill.
Hasselblad was a very good knife. It could even be said that there wouldn't be a second knife more important than him in front of the Divine Inquisitors.
But unfortunately, his talent was only reflected in protecting the interests of the Divine Inquisitors. No matter what kind of experience each of the Compressional Hasselblad's doppelgangers had suffered, this was an indisputable fact.
He was indeed not suitable to make plans for his colleagues.
Lingsu shook her head and looked straight into Hasselblad's purple eyes. She asked word by word, "Do you really know what your colleagues really want?"
"Hasselblad, you know very well the stain of Divine Inquisitor 3304. She is a spy in the Government of the Time. This is an indisputable fact.
If this matter is exposed, the first to bear the brunt of it will be her knife.
No ordinary Divine Inquisitor will trust an undercover knife, and a powerful Divine Inquisitor will not be nurtured.
There is a stain on all of you.
The Divine Inquisitors will not accept you, but the Government of the Time will. Because unlike the Divine Inquisitors, they know the truth — you are vessels that carry the core of the secret, and this is very likely to push the end of the war forward. "
"Do you really understand the meaning of this?"
"The so-called war is that for the final victory, any price and sacrifice is worth it.
So this is actually a dead end.
From the moment you became vessels, all of your paths of life and death have been blocked.
You also don't exist as a bargaining chip in the negotiations with the Government of the Time.
Because even if you die, presumably those lunatics in the research lab can think of a way to resurrect your souls over and over again, retracing your time until they get what they want. "
"You are an ancient knife that has followed your master through generation after generation of war," Lingsu said indifferently. "Do you really not understand such an obvious fact?"
In the face of war, human lives were just a pale number.
The war between the Government of the Time and the Historical Revisionists had been going on for five years, and many Divine Inquisitors had died.
As for Funerary Deities that could be mass-produced, there were even more innumerable.
If she wanted to get something from the hands of those in power who were soaked in corpses, she naturally had to see the benefits that were worth exchanging.
And Hasselblad didn't have any of these.
… … No, he did!
Hasselblad suddenly shivered, and his eyes stared at the seemingly slender and weak girl in front of him.
Lingsu raised the corner of her mouth. "Finally figured it out?"
"… … Our bargaining chip, the bargaining chip that we can exchange with the Government of the Time … … is you."
"It's not too late to figure it out now."
Lingsu put down the hand that clamped Hasselblad's jaw and straightened up. "But as Mitsuki Munechika said, your time is limited.
My bargaining chip won't be useful forever. "
Hasselblad paused.
Suddenly, his expression darkened. He bent down to the Divine Inquisitor, put his hands flat in front of his knees, and touched the ground lightly with his forehead. "I understand … …"
Hasselblad went out.
The room quieted down. After a long time, the open window began to sway slightly in the night wind.
Lingsu smiled, picked up the wooden comb from the dressing table, and knelt in front of the mirror. She slowly combed her long hair and said, "Eavesdropping is not a good habit, Tsurumaru Kuninaga."
"Yo — —" The response was a white figure that suddenly hung upside down from the window.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga's feet were hooked on the eaves, and his entire body hung upside down from the window, only his white head sticking out.
"General, you really aren't frightened at all."
"How could that be?"
Lingsu said, "I'm very surprised. I'm surprised that you didn't have any reaction to the conversation just now."
"Yes, there was a reaction.
I was very flustered, "Tsurumaru Kuninaga said seriously." Otherwise, why would I hit the window and make it sway? "
He climbed in through the window and jumped behind the Divine Inquisitor. "My lord, would you like me to comb your hair for you?"
The Divine Inquisitor's hair was very long, reaching her ankles. At this moment, it spread out even more when she sat down.
To be honest, it was difficult for her hand to reach many parts of her hair.
"Okay."
In this regard, she did not refuse. Instead, she stopped combing her hair, turned around, and placed the horn comb in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand.