[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

"I knew you were hiding out there."

A clear male voice sounded, Huai Liang quickly turned off the display interface of the mini-game, raised his eyes and looked at the person who came: "Oh, it's you."

Mu Qing seemed to be used to the other party's cold reaction, and his handsome face was still gentle: "The banquet is almost coming to an end, and Duke Hels will have a final toast with everyone."

"understood."

Huai Liang was shocked. She had been playing the game by herself for nearly half an hour without realizing it.

She just wanted to come out and get some fresh air.

After looking up and down at this classmate who was rumored to have been born into the royal capital aristocracy, she nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

Dodging the other person's outstretched arm, she quickly stood up and walked into the banquet hall as if naturally.

This classmate, Mu Qing, has very good interpersonal relationships throughout the entire grade. It is no exaggeration to say that he is very good at networking.

But for some reason, Huai Liang was inexplicably resistant to this person's approach and attempts to win him over.

Maybe... because his spirit body is a snake?

She had been in an orphanage for many years and had always hated those wet and slippery creatures, but of course, her Kraken was different and was the cutest.

……

Fushiguro Shiori woke up from his sleep.

Through the slightly tilted window, I could see that the snowflakes outside were becoming heavier and the sky was already bright.

He subconsciously wanted to get up quickly and go to the martial arts field.

Although it's late to go now, the punishment will always be lighter than missing a day of practice.

However, his eyes fell on the kettle next to the quilt again, and he paused in his attempt to get up.

His physical fitness has always been excellent. Even if he suffered a serious injury, he could basically recover 40% to 50% after waking up.

If it wasn't for that idiot Zenin Nobuaki who had to use him to establish his authority -

In order to compete for the position of captain of the Gujuliu team, he even asked a brother from a close branch who knew spells to injure him.

It's not that he couldn't win, he just didn't want to create any more trouble before planning to leave Zenyuan's house.

After all, he won’t get his ID until next year.

But who knew that the man had no sense of propriety in his actions.

He clearly showed that he didn't want to compete with him, but he still wouldn't give in, as if he was specifically looking for him to vent his anger.

Ah, not bad.

Wouldn't it increase his sense of complacency if he could arbitrarily humiliate the direct descendants who used to be high and mighty?

One day, one day...

"Crash--" The camphor door made a muffled sound and was roughly pulled open by someone outside.

The leader was a man with slanted eyes and a hooked nose, about twenty years old.

At this moment, he was looking down at Fushiguro Shier from a high place, with a malicious smile on his face: "Oh, Master Shier really has a good sleep. He can actually sleep until dawn."

Following behind Zenyuan Xinlang, two followers on the left and right also responded: "It's just a minor injury during the competition, why is it so precious?"

"I think he is trying to avoid training. Tsk, how can such a loser have the face to stay in the team!"

Fushiguro Shiji was almost amused.

The name of the Gujuliu Team is just a nice one, and they are used to guard the outer edges of the Zen temple.

In fact, they are just some guys with low spell power who have no innate skills and are unable to practice the Zenin family's secret technique "Fallen Flower Love".

To be honest, it is only third-rate, far from the real strength of the Zenyuan family.

An organization composed of quasi-first-level and even sorcerers, Bing.

But even if it was Bing, Fushiguro Shinobu also felt that he had the strength to fight.

As he grew older, he became more aware of the vigorous energy in his body, and even his five senses were constantly strengthening.

These three mad dogs in front of me, after all, are nothing more than weaklings drawing their swords against those they think are "weaker".

Fushiguro raised his eyes, and his clear green eyes looked at Zenin Nobuaki without any fluctuation, as if he was looking at a dead object.

Being stared at by such inorganic eyes without any emotion, Zenin Nobuaki subconsciously took a step back.

But then, he realized that he had been fooled by such a loser, and he immediately became angry and said, "What are you looking at?"

"I have already reported your absence from training this morning to the captain. Wait and see if the captain doesn't punish you severely!"

Fushiguro Shier was really annoyed by this person buzzing around like a fly, and asked impatiently, "What does it have to do with you?"

"I have my own reasons for defending myself, Captain. Besides, there are still two days of rest this month. You can't even not allow me to take sick leave, right?"

Zenin Xinlang saw that the other party was lying in the bedding. He knew clearly that he was standing at a high place, but this shock had no effect on him. He could not help but feel resentful in his heart.

He is obviously a waste who has fallen into the mud, but he always acts like a young master who has nothing to do with it. Bah, he doesn't deserve it!

Seeing that he could not get any good response from his words, a servant on the other side rolled his eyes and shouted, "Who cares if you die of illness or sleep? A lot of food was stolen from the dining hall last night—"

"Did you do it?"

Fushiguro Shige's eyes narrowed and he slowly and lazily got up from the quilt.

When he stood up, his height of over 1.8 meters gave off a strong sense of oppression.

With a half-smile, he said, "Oh? I went to bed early yesterday, so I don't know what happened outside."

Zenin Xinlang narrowed his drooping eyes, as if he had thought of another way to humiliate the other party: "You said you slept, do you have any other witnesses?"

"Besides, except you——"

At this point, he put his hands over his mouth and nose, his cloudy eyes filled with contempt, "Who else would be so destitute as to lose their sense of shame and steal food from the dining hall?"

"That's right. The steward of the dining hall said last night that an invisible creature dragged the snack plates away. Tell me, did you use some cursed spirit to steal them?"

Fushiguro Shin immediately understood that the other party was deliberately looking for trouble.

He simply didn't bother to continue arguing with the other party: "Whoever claims, whoever provides evidence. Did any of you see me in the dining hall yesterday?"

"If you bite me recklessly, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, he clenched his fists hanging on both sides of his body, making a 'cracking' sound.

Zenin Xinlang was a little scared at this moment.

Of course he knew that he could not beat his opponent, otherwise he would not have used such underhanded tactics. Before the competition, he begged his brothers to use spells to injure the opponent.

No one knew what happened to this monster. It was clearly seriously injured, but it became full of energy again after one night.

If he really had to fight with him now, he wouldn't have any idea.

So he said fiercely, "If this gets out, won't people say I'm bullying an injured person?"

"Then, if you let us search, we can naturally prove your innocence."

Fushiguro Shigeji laughed again, but this time he was laughing because he was angry.

He didn't want to encounter any more setbacks before leaving the Chanyuan family, but that didn't mean he had to accept all the bullying and endure it to the end.

In the Zen temple, obedience does not buy safety, but only leads to waves of heavier trampling.

What's more, just based on his background, no matter how tolerant he is, he will become the target of attack by many people.

He cannot lose his identity as a member of the Qujuliu team for the time being, because he has to guard the safety of the outer courtyard of the Chanyuan family. To a certain extent, he has more opportunities to contact the outside world.

The decadent feudalism of the Zen family lasted for a thousand years.

There are newly built modern metropolises outside, but the Zenyuan family actually had to argue for a long time with several elders just to get electricity.

As a member of the Qujuliu team, he would often sneak out during his free time to learn about the social situation outside.

What's more, hidden in the cupboard was a cursed tool that he had received in exchange for a private commission. If it was discovered, he would definitely be considered a theft.

Even if he explained, his act of taking "private jobs" without the knowledge of the Chanyuan family would lead to him suffering even greater punishment.

Thinking of this, Fushiguro raised his eyelids and said, "If you are not afraid of death, you can give it a try."

"Hey! I see you're not going to accept my toast, so you'll have to drink the forfeit wine - hey hey hey -"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zenin Xinlang was pushed down by an irresistible force, then lifted into the air and thrown heavily out of the courtyard.

The follower duo: !!!

No, when did this idiot learn how to cast spells?

No, that's not right either.

I clearly didn't detect any fluctuations in magical power... Could it be that their magical power is too weak to be captured?