I'll retire when I'm done

Delivering letters to the Gojo family is a chore.

Jinjing casually extinguished the last cigarette with the heel of his shoe, exhaled a puff of smoke irritably, and waited for the heavy door of Gojo's house to slowly open.

Probably the guy who came down from the battlefield has an instinctive resistance to danger, and the passive guy like Jin Jing, who claims to be a waste, is no exception—no, it would be better to say that the gloomy and quiet ancient courtyard mansion even if ordinary people look at it from afar At a glance, only the word "unknown" comes to mind.

Helping their major is the last saving grace of their scumbags, but she has nothing to use. Materials, supplies, and special items that require special approval have never been asked by the major herself, or the upper echelon of the army He will take the initiative to get it for her, or the military doctor Mori Ogai will use other means to get it on the island... Thinking about it carefully, in the end, they are a group of trash who have been favored but have nothing to repay, and the only thing left is to help her deliver the letter something happened.

...However, it is undeniable that even they, a group of guys who have been tortured madly by the battlefield once, should have a kind of calmness in the face of any situation, but they still feel a little nervous and flustered here.

It was a gloomy and sticky wonderful atmosphere that had long been soaked in the wind and air. Even the lush trees planted nearby did not show the freshness it should have. Pressing the branches, the five long snow-white steps at the door of the house reflect a sense of desolation that is not popular.

This house has become a gathering place for countless evil spirits and evil spirits, and there are fierce gods who have been nurtured and raised maliciously in the world. As long as Jin Jing stands here, he can feel that there are countless pairs of malicious eyes mixed with appetite and greed staring at him. When I look at myself, I always feel uncomfortable.

I said, major, did she really grow up in such a ghostly place...?

Every time they left the Gojo house and returned to the underground bar filled with fireworks and noisy people, they would discuss this issue, and every time they felt incredible.

Kanai had already dropped by a few times and had a rough idea of ​​what was going to happen next.He threw the cigarette butts all over the ground, nonchalantly leaving twisted and dark stains on the long white marble steps in front of Wutiao's house, a little impatiently wanting to urge the young head of Wutiao's house.

As soon as the man raised his head, he heard the door creak. In the cold weather of December, the boy was still wearing only a thin kimono and stepping on clogs with bare feet. The wooden clogs rattled, and he walked slowly in front of him.

No matter how many times he looks at him, Kanai will still admire his extraordinary beauty when he sees the young Patriarch of the Gojo family for the first time—even though it is already clear that this is an annoying boy who is not worth looking at for a second except for his face, but this does not matter. A way to prevent Jin Jing from appreciating Yomei's instinct as an ordinary human being.

He is only eleven or twelve years old this year, and the speed of his body drawing has already far surpassed that of ordinary people of the same age. When Jin Jing left Chang'an Island, Bai Hong was still a little girl who had just reached his shoulders, and it was said that this kid was faster than her. She was five years younger, but her height was almost equal.

This age is neither too old nor too young, and it is not considered sensible to say that it is sensible, but it has roughly understood most of the common sense and principles when it is said to be ignorant. It has just stepped into puberty with a subtle kick, and it is eager to try next to the most common difficult and rebellious period of boys; Jin Jing had seen his servants kneel down in panic just to prevent the boy from coming out to receive the letter, so naturally he was lucky enough to see the ancestor of the Gojo family kicking away a group of servants and walking towards him as if no one was there.

At that time, he guessed that growing up in this kind of environment, the kid's rebellious period would probably be extended indefinitely - the arrogance of being the only one in the sky and the world is now faintly visible, and now the boy condescends and lifts his eyes. With frosty blue eyes, he stretched out a hand to him, and spread out his palm, waiting for him to put something over.

The ex-regular army and active-duty mercenary who retired from the army and went home to do some underground chores felt the injustice of the Creator in his heart, took out the carefully reported letter paper and a small wooden box from his pocket, and handed it over.

The young master of the Wutiao family reached out to pick up the things, and turned around to leave.

Jin Jing watched the handsome back of the young master leaving behind him, and the bitterness rolled up on his tongue inexplicably. He swallowed and swallowed, but finally he couldn't hold back and called out to him: "...I say, young master."

The boy stopped and glanced back at him.

The mercenary stared at his natural look, somewhat dissatisfied: "...you should write a letter at least."

"reply?"

The young man who had not yet started to welcome the voice-changing period had a clear voice, but it did not prevent the dignity and contempt in his voice from throwing it all on the tall and strong body of the messenger, making the other person's face ugly and gloomy.

"You tell her that it's best to come back early when you have time to write these boring things, so that I won't write back to her."

Grinding his teeth, Jin Jing cursed a bunch of unsavory evil words in his heart. Since he was the only kid that the major still cared about, he somewhat forbeared, but even so, he still couldn't suppress the murderous look in his eyes, Leng Sensen glared. He gritted his molars after one glance and left the range of Wujo's house.

Gojo Satoru didn't bother to continue staring at the bad-tempered messenger. His steps on the return journey were a little brisk. The envelope was thin, and it was probably only as thick as a piece of paper inside. What made him curious was the wooden envelope. For the contents in the box, Bai Hong has not heard from him since he left these years, but he always has the ability to ask someone to send something, but the things sent are all kinds of strange, but it is always guaranteed that people will not be able to dig out the details.

Gojo Satoru used the power of the Gojo family to search up and down for five years. He basically searched the whole of Japan, but he couldn't find out where she was in the world.

He is eleven this year, and he will be twelve after his birthday. He is still the real head of the Wutiao family even though he is still young.

At the age of 12, he was three years earlier than the plan that Bai Hong had planned for him, at least at the age of 15. He was not as steady-minded as Bai Hong. The method of the magician was cleaned from top to bottom, scraping the bones and removing the flesh with fierce and ruthless strikes, dripping the blood of the huge family into an embarrassing mess, and there were traces of the six-eyed spell raging everywhere.

The downside was that the entire Gotiao family was silent during that time, and the air smelled of blood; the upside was that this place finally learned what it means to be truly obedient.

The bad influence caused by the ceremonial turmoil at the age of six is ​​still there. Every member of the Gojo family shivered every time it came to the head of the family's birthday. Kanai happened to visit a few hours before the birthday. A piece of thin letter paper became a placebo for everyone in the Wutiao family to breathe a sigh of relief.

Gojo Satoru had the strange weight of the wooden box hanging from his thin sleeves, and when he returned to the house, the boy's expression was rare and relaxed and stable.

"—Master."

Aoi was the only maid who was allowed to stay until now. Seeing Gojo Satoru's expression, she understood what she needed to do next.

"The concubine will deal with it now, so that no one will disturb you."

Aoi watched him from the age of five to 12, and the way he lived can only be said to be the way everyone ideally believes that the strongest in the magic world should be, but occasionally the maid still misses the one who would fight with another girl There is no image of the child, but that appearance has been completely annihilated in the depths of memory, and the only one who still remembers that period of the past is Gojo Satoru himself.

The snow-white bird broke free from the shackles and flew away from Wujo Wu's hand. Since then, Wujo Wu has lost something and has gained something.

——Conjurers are all lunatics, wandering on the edge of life and death, teetering on the boundary between right and evil, challenging the evil of human beings with their own rationality, and may tend to the end of destruction at any time; In the name of Qiang, at the age of 12, he already understood what a god should have. He naturally ignored everything in the world. The divisions were Gojo Satoru and others, mantras and humans, magicians and non-sorcerers. From then on, they all merged into one in his eyes. There is no difference at all.

The young man entered the room and sat down at the table, carefully opened the envelope and spread out the letter paper. After just one glance, his face became cold and murderous.

The text on the letter became more and more perfunctory. Earlier, Bai Hong would babble about some weird things, and in the end he signed his name at the end of the letter in a smooth manner, but at some point, the signature disappeared, and those rambling descriptions also disappeared. Disappeared, and this letter is simpler, just wrote a sentence.

"I didn't expect there to be moonlight flowers here. You probably won't see them there. I'll send you one by the way."

That's it?

That's it? ? ?

What else is by the way!

——It's up to whoever he complies with! ! !

Bai Hong thought deeply enough, wrote so many letters and sent so many things, Wutiaowu couldn't find any clues to find out where she was, Wutiaowu was able to listen to persuasion at first, telling himself The secret is beyond the scope of the Wutiao family, but as the content of the letter becomes more and more simple, he can't help but start to wonder whether Bai Hong is performing the so-called task and has no time to give himself more thoughts, or has a new love that he doesn't know about. He wasted time that should have belonged to him.

If it was just suspicion before, then now staring at the extremely dazzling word "By the way" on the paper, Gojo Satoru is basically sure——

"... Cheating!"

——He knew that the bird must have a newcomer outside, and at the beginning he could spend his time fooling himself, but now he doesn't even bother to fool him, right? ! !

Gojo Satoru stared at the words on the letter that didn't even fill a single line and gritted his teeth with hatred. He was reluctant to tear it up and couldn't find himself. He smoothed out the slightly crumpled letter paper with a face of humiliation, and scanned the surrounding area with his six eyes, making sure again and again. After no one was peeping, he sneaked out of the safe in the corner, and skillfully entered the password to unlock more than a dozen spells, and then opened the door and put the letter paper inside on a thick stack.

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