Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"I never thought I would ever be short of money."

The winter fog has not yet dissipated, and they say the spring breeze comes in April, but the late spring cold of this season catches up with the spring breeze that arrives as promised, absorbing the temperature in the mountains wantonly, but I still can't take off this cotton-padded jacket.

Atobe Keizawa fell into the quilt and slowly put clothes on his body. His brain was turned into mush due to lack of sleep, making it impossible for him to wake up from the all-night game.

Nanako and Mimiko have both started school, and Xia Youjie, with a lonely old father's heart and extreme distrust of Gojo Satoru, finally decided to take a temporary job in a high school after racking his brains for more than half a month.

So far, the foursome have reunited again in this special April.

Atobe Kagezawa, who had been fooling around for a long time with starry eyes, had not completely faded away from his moved mood when he was hit hard by Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's all-night gaming activities.

Atobe Keizawa: ...They are twenty-seven years old, so they have some energy left in them.

"Just wake up, you still have things to do today, don't you?" Xia Youjie was leaning on the sofa. The neatly dressed young man was exquisite from his hair to his toes, and the angle of his round head seemed to have been carefully adjusted.

Next to the sofa was a small stack of documents, with a cake wrapper that Gojo Satoru had not finished sloppy on it.

Through the transparent packaging bag, the words "Black Organization" are clearly visible.

"Where's Satori?" Atobe Keizawa asked.

"Going to class." Xia Youjie replied.

Both were silent.

Kazube Keizawa didn't know whether Gojo Satoru would be able to attend classes, but he could guess that Xia Youjie would probably fall into an endless career as a substitute teacher, especially with the twin sisters present, and the old father might not even have a chance to refuse, but Kajibe Bu Jingze remained silent.

If he doesn't say anything, he is innocent. Not only is he innocent, he doesn't have to clean up Gojo Satoru's mess :)

"What should we do next?" Tweeting, Atobe Kagezawa asked vaguely while brushing his teeth. As he brushed his teeth, the black fur fox hairband hanging near his neck also swayed. Very dazzling.

Xia Youjie held back his laughter and pulled out the information from the bottom of the cake. The first step of discussion on the plan began, but neither of the two magicians took a serious stance.

"At first, we……"

boom--! ! ! The ground shook, and the noisy grainy feeling spread from unknown corners of the high school to the dormitory.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

Especially Gojo Satoru was in class.

Especially since there might be a Fuheshier on the playground.

"Ahem, how's the situation over there?" Seeing that Xia Youjie was once again worrying about his daughters, Atobe Kageze hurriedly spoke to draw his attention back.

"almost."

What's going on? of course……

——The first cooperation between the "spell world" and the "national organization", the black organization is their first gift of "surrender".

In Gojo Satoru's "renovation plan", a new secret state agency took over the management of the "window" and utilized the account led by Tengen to better standardize the task distribution of magicians. This is the most important thing in the middle. of a link.

In other words, they plan to hand over part of the management rights of "Window".

It is difficult for ordinary people to control the abilities of spellcasters, but "Window" is an organization that can only see the cursed spirits. They do not reject ordinary people too much. This may be a way to survive with a broken arm. , but no matter what, it is still more refreshing than being so depraved and waiting to die now.

But after infusing the energy of state institutions into the old system of conjuring families, what will happen after that, the young people in the high school can't guess what will happen next.

But fortunately, the "spell masters" themselves are irreplaceable, and they have enough initiative.

And now, the first step of "cooperation" has been taken.

But even so, the magician organization that abandoned the Council of Directors but wanted to retain some management rights, in addition to the necessary force value, financial investment was also indispensable.

In the case of Xia Youjie's cult, no, although religious elements make money, whether it is Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie, or even Atobe Keizawa, how can private property take over the entire magic world?

They must have a public purse.

"Money~" Atobe Keizawa muttered unhappily: "It's really unpleasant. I never thought that I would be short of money one day."

"Isn't the money delivered to your door right now?" Xia Youjie waved the information in his hand, transnational organization, dark background, making money and cooperation.

Taking off the little fox headband on his hair and combing the ends, Atobe Kagezawa put his coat on his arms, took out a piece of toast from the refrigerator and put it in his mouth, hesitating because he didn't want to go out and he didn't want to go out. Again and again, we finally compromised.

Although the two-pronged plan is popular with everyone, the attitude of the victim Kenji Hagiwara is also very important.

Police apartment.

The sun was shining in the warm and tidy apartment, and Hagiwara Kenji was in good spirits. For a magician, his past injuries were not too serious, and with the help of an experienced professional, he hardly suffered too much.

But after all, the serious injury healed instantly, and it was too conspicuous. For this reason, the seriously injured police comrade was given several months of paid leave, and now he is lying at home moldy.

"I won't ask how you are, you look like you can beat a cow." Atobe Keizawa observed after a while.

"It's fine for a long time. I've been moldy at home all day." Hagiwara Kenji was dressed in casual clothes, making him look casual and handsome. He put the brewed tea on the table and pushed it to Atobe Kagezawa, with a smile in his eyes: "Little Ah Why is Ze free to come here today?"

"Sending you information." Atobe Keizawa put the document bag on the table.

Xia Youjie spent several months investigating the information of the black organization. Under the name of "wine", it is active all over the world and has footprints in both black and white.

Although it is full of water, in the end it still has a strong foundation.

Atobe Keizawa looked at the handsome black-haired policeman. He thought many times that even if he had coveted the huge money-making ability of the black organization, even if he wanted to take advantage of the dark side, Atobe Keizawa didn't have any generals at the beginning. The idea of ​​an organization being uprooted.

He also has no excessive intention to intervene in the disputes of ordinary people. He considers that he is not a policeman who rescues people in distress, and he has no obligation to protect civilians from terrorist organizations.

However, this does not mean that he is willing to let Kenji Hagihara, who has already entered the game and is being targeted, be the hero.

"The information is all here, so how far do you want me to go?" After Hagihara Kenji's expression gradually became serious, Atobe Kagezawa asked.

The blond conjurer didn't care much about the life and death of strangers, including Hagiwara Kenji's colleagues on the undercover list, as well as the little detectives he knew who were accidentally injured by the black organization and his family members.

The premise is that Hagiwara Kenji doesn't care either.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, until the back of the casual policeman was straightened, until the easy-going atmosphere slowly stagnated. After a long time, Hagiwara Kenji finally raised his head, with anger and determination condensed in his gorgeous eyes.

Atobe Keizawa heard him ask: "What if... what if I want to uproot them?"

"of course."

"If you want it, it will be your wish."