i made a fortune from cursing

The Port Mafia Building is located in a prosperous area in the center of Yokohama, and there are very few firms that can establish offices in this area.

Among the tall buildings, Port Mafia is particularly conspicuous by virtue of its height.

With his hands on the zipper of his collar, Goujul thought about the possibility of blowing up the Mafia building in the port with a spell.

There are many passers-by in front of the Mafia building in the port in the city center, and this dangerous thought only remained in Goujuan's mind for a moment.

"Illusory form - Chi."

The 27-year-old Gojo Satoru is not like the 16-year-old him, who just failed when he tried to combine positive infinity and negative infinity spells to use virtual formulas.

After time honing and continuous improvement, the virtual formula can be precisely controlled by him to the point where he only smashes a glass without hurting innocent people.

The sudden shattered glass window heralds the arrival of Gojo Satoru.

Nakahara looked down, and the man who broke the glass even waved to him in a good mood.

"The leader is a silver-haired man with bandages on his face." When talking about bandages, Nakahara Chuya's tone was a little weird.

Mori Ogai was stunned when he heard the word "bandage", and Nakahara Nakahara also thought of the same person.

God prayed for the broken glass and said hello to the dog roll downstairs: "thorn~"

Gojo Satoru who was standing next to him was directly ignored by him, which in the eyes of Gojo Satoru became a sign that Shenqi, the Chinese cabbage, was about to be picked away by Mafia's hoe at the port.

Can he bear it?The answer is yes.

The wind blows in from the shattered window, and it can accurately shatter the glass on the eighth floor from the downstairs. From the analysis of the moment the glass shatters, bullets are not used.

There are very few people who can do this.

Mori Ogai: "Is the one who came downstairs a friend of Kamiki's?"

"Well, my classmate."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was observing the situation, also noticed the sudden disappearance of the two people downstairs. He scanned the ground floor, but did not find the two people.

Mori Ogai was asking, "Student? Which school is Shenqi a student from?"

For those who could be related to the curse, Mori Ogai had already guessed the answer very well.

"A high school in spells."

Along with the answer to the divine prayer, there was a loud sound of the office door being violently kicked open.

Chuya Nakahara stood in front of Mori Ogai for the first time, and his hands in his pockets were drawn out.

【Don't move—】

Nakahara Chuya and Mori Ogai froze briefly, unable to move under the spell.

Goumaki pulled Shenqi, who hadn't figured out the situation, behind Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru sat on the office chair as if he had come to his own home, the wheels under it spun around, and Gojo Satoru, who was leaning on the back chair, raised his head, looking like a big brother who was not easy to mess with.

"Boss Sen, your hand is a little too long."

The spell failed, and Mori Ogai smiled kindly, kicked the broken glass away from under his feet, and replied, "'Gojo-kun's way of visiting the door is very unique."

Gojo Satoru said unceremoniously: "If you don't come to the door again, the son of a bitch will be dug away by a wild boar's hoe!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a bad complexion, and said: "If you want to die, just say it."

Mori Ogai comforted Chuya, and introduced him: "This is Gojo Satoru, the teacher of the high school of conjuration."

"I don't care if he is Gojo Satoru or Liudao Mukuro. Once he enters the Mafia building in the port, he has to abide by the rules of Mafia in the port."

Gojo Satoru was not a repressive person, so he immediately taunted: "When did Chief Mori have such a subordinate who protects the lord? I remember the last time I came, your subordinate with a bandage on his face was not so respectful to you."

"I also remember the last time I saw Wujo-kun. Your companion doesn't seem to be this one, does it? It seems to be a conjurer with bangs and a personality."

Mori Owai smiled gracefully, his words were like blunt knives gouging out the soft flesh on the tip of his heart, which made his heart dripping with blood.

He seemed to remember something and said again: "I heard that the magician seems to have defected from the high school of magic."

The office chair stopped because the occupant suddenly got up and swung backwards a few meters before hitting the wall.

Gojo Satoru mocked: "I seem to have heard that your less respectful subordinate also seems to have defected."

Shenqi threw a few rock sugar mantra spirits into his mouth and chewed them loudly. He asked the dog beside him, "Are the two of them comparing each other?"

Mori Ogai and Gojo Satoru who heard this said: "..."

Shenqi's inadvertent sentence directly caused a supplementary knife, which was extremely lethal.

Gojo Satoru was too lazy to detour, and directly threatened: "The port Mafia doesn't look too strong, and anyone who dares to dig a high-tech expert in magic arts will blow up something more than just glass."

To Mori Ogai, his threat was like a child saying "I want to break up with you" when he was angry.

Mori Ogai smiled and said, "It's true that people are highly skilled in magic arts, but who can say for sure."

Wujo Wu snorted coldly: "Your smile is really an eyesore."

Mori Ogai immediately shot back: "Each to each other."

Gojo Satoru, who came with great momentum, did not give up when he went.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a distorted expression: "Are all conjurers so arrogant?"

Mori Ogai corrected him: "It's not the conjurer who is arrogant, but Gojo Satoru."

He instructed: "The port Mafia has no conflict of interest with the Conjurer High School, so don't be overly nervous when you meet, and don't provoke me if you can."

Zhong Yuanzhong also reluctantly said: "This broom head is too annoying."

Mori Owai covered his lips and smiled: "It's normal for Mr. Zhongya not to like Gojo Satoru. Few people are used to him. Even the high-level conjurers are very concerned about the existence of Gojo Satoru. If it wasn't because he was too strong, he would have been killed by him a long time ago." Dealt with."

Gojo Satoru acts as he pleases, is powerful and arrogant, and as the head of the Gojo family, one of the three imperial families, he cannot be controlled by the high-level conjurers at all.

A person who does not obey orders and cannot be controlled will be disliked by the higher-ups who hold power, not to mention Gojo Satoru once arrogantly said that all the higher-ups would be eradicated.

The higher you stand, the more powerful and high-ranking people are, the more afraid of death they are afraid of the threat of Wujo Satoru.

This life-threatening thorn penetrated deeper and deeper as time passed, and was firmly rooted in the flesh. If it could not be pulled out, he could only bear the pain forcefully.

If there is a chance to kill Gojo Satoru, even if they lose this "strongest combat power", they will not hesitate.

People who are infiltrated by power only have themselves in their hearts, and the life and death of other people has nothing to do with them.

Gojo Satoru began to teach Shenqi a lesson with a straight face once he was trained in spells.

"Just so short of money? Are you so arrogant that you can buy you with money?" Gojo Satoru was heartbroken, "You are even crazier than me."

Shenqi answered him seriously: "I am really short of money."

Although he has some funds through the Gourmet Shop app, he is still very poor.

The recipes sold in the panel mall are getting more and more expensive, and the amount spent to unlock the teleportation point has risen in the main line. Just unlocking the teleportation point "Central Plains Chuya Office" today cost God 15 yen.

If he doesn’t have money, he can’t unlock the teleportation point, he can’t upgrade, he can’t buy high-level recipes, he can’t eat better food, and the Gourmet Shop app can only put some cheap low-level recipes on the shelves.

The series of reactions of having no money finally led to the fact that he could not eat delicious food.

Wutiaowu hates iron but not steel: "Money is something outside the body."

Shenqi immediately retorted: "Money is the second most important thing after food!"

"..." I can't speak Earth language with aliens.

"wait for me."

Gojo Satoru came back not long after he finished speaking. He had an extra black bank card in his hand, and he threw the bank card directly to Shenqi: "This is my secondary card, with a limit of [-] million. You can use it at will, provided that Be a good student of the magic school for me, and I can take whatever weird things you make."

Shenqi said firmly: "It's fine to be a good student of the Conjuration College, but [-] million is not enough for the latter condition!"

Gojo Wujo raised his hand, and there were a few more bank cards between his fingers: "Are these enough?"

Shenqi immediately changed his attitude: "Mr. Wutiao, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you immediately."

Gojo Satoru said with satisfaction: "That's right."

The several bank cards given by Gojo Satoru were all stuffed into the panel space by Shenqi. Through the sponsorship of Gojo Satoru, Shenqi's worth gradually increased, and he became a small local tyrant in an instant.

Wujo Wudao said: "I have forgotten the business, Gouju, please tell Shenqi about the sister exchange meeting in Kyoto in a few days, and I will leave first."

Gojo Satoru immediately ran away, and threw all the explanations of the exchange game to Goujuan, who could only talk about rice ball fillings.

"Exchange match?"

[Well, an exchange match with the people from the Kyoto High School of Conjuration.Originally, second-year students participated in the competition, but...]

[Anyway, in this year’s exchange competition, all the first graders were enrolled in order to make up the number of people. Originally, only Yuta was scheduled to make up the number, but after Mr. Wujo knew about it and said that he wanted to exercise, we directly replaced all the second graders with first graders to participate. ]

The second grade teacher dared not speak out against Gojo Satoru's behavior. Except for the scale, the second grade's useless materials can't be sold at all, so it's better not to go to the Kyoto school to lose face.

[This year's exchange game is held in Kyoto, we need to prepare our luggage for Kyoto in advance. ]

Shenqi didn't care about the exchange game, the teleportation point in Kyoto on the panel map was triggered, and the black mist that originally covered it dissipated.

Go to Kyoto to unlock the teleportation point, unlock the teleportation point to get the recipe, and get the recipe to eat new delicacies.

Shenqi desperately hopes to go to Kyoto tomorrow.

Seeing the excited Shenqi, Gou Juan felt a little glaring for some reason.

Reminiscent of what happened in port Mafia today, does it make him so happy to leave the High School of Conjuration and go somewhere else?

He grabbed Shenqi and leaned over to look at him.

God prayed, "What's wrong?"

The dog rolls down the zipper, does not pass the panel and he speaks to him, somewhat incoherently.

"God prays, no, no."

Leaving the High School of Conjuration.

This is the first time Shenqi heard Goujuan speak other words besides mantras and rice ball fillings.

It's his name right from the start.

It's a little different from how others call his name.

The "impossible" imposed in the name of the spellcaster was firmly engraved on Shenqi's heart.

Shenqi looked up at him and saw the slight tension on Goujuan's face.

The eyes filled with stars and seas were suddenly closed, covering up the brilliance of thousands of galaxies, leaving only a bright moon.

He agreed: "Okay, don't leave the thorn."

In an instant, Goujuan's fair face was covered with red clouds.

Wrong, wrong, you can't leave the High School of Conjuration!