Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Dried bonito."

The curse speller's answer was as expected as before.

Shizhi tapped the rim of the cup with the silver spoon in his hand, then stuffed the half-melted ice cream into his mouth.

"Think about it, there are less than three months."

Shizhi didn't necessarily ask Goujuan to give him an affirmative answer, and after being rejected again, he still smiled, and continued to mutilate Goujuan's throat with a spoon dipped in ice.

When paying the bill, Shizhi could still smile at the shop owner with a dark look behind him, packed a few cherry cakes recommended by the proprietress, and took them back to share with others according to what Goujuan said.

After walking out of the store, the light at noon was just right, and the two of them had no plans for the afternoon. Shizhi asked Goujuan what his plans were.

During the questioning, he held a mobile phone and lowered his head. He didn't know who to send a message to, and occasionally his golden eyes looked sideways, waiting for the speller's answer.

Goujuan thought for a while and said a word.

The silver-haired boy obviously didn't expect that the spellcaster would want to go to such a place, and his expression froze for a moment.

Then he broke into a smile.

"Okay, Ji, wait for me to make arrangements."

Toko's social relationship is like a spider's web.

This is a fact that the dog has long known. When he really tried to understand and sort out the threads of the spider web, he discovered that the complexity of this web was beyond his imagination.

Goujuan said that he wanted to know more about those believers in Shizhi.

Not referring to Mount Sumati and shrines, but to the foundation of the ten branches in human society.

He has visited the shrine twice, and visited the renovated Sumati Village. He is even more curious about how Shizhi usually communicates with believers.

After all... Shizhikong's full-time job is now a student, even if he skipped most of his classes, he is still a student living in the school.

Shizhi readily agreed to Goujuan's request.

In the name of faith, the silver-haired boy made a few phone calls, put down the phone a few minutes later and gestured OK to the spellcaster.

Shizhi: "Okay, when believers come to pick us up—"

Gou Juan vaguely caught a glimpse of the ten-minute walk map on the ten mobile phones, and asked tangledly how long it would take to wait for the pick-up.

The ostentatious silver-haired boy blinked, "Three 10 minutes."

——…Let’s just walk over there, and I’ll accompany you.

Thinking of this, Gou Juan sighed, and stretched out his hand to grab the palm of the other person.

The moment his skin touched, Toko rolled his eyes happily.

The spellcaster was a bit shorter than him, and even his hands were a circle smaller than him. The next second he was held, Shizhi covered it with his backhand.

Shizhi: "Then I'll send a message to the believers."

Accompanied by Goujuan, Shizhi turned the believer who had already driven a few intersections back, and ignored the believer's trembling question asking if he was driving too slowly.

Shizhi: Of course it’s not that you are too slow, but that you are useless.

The believer was heartbroken after hearing this, and decided to practice his driving skills before returning to serve his faith.

The place where he plans to take the dog roll is really not far away.

But even with such a short walk, they still encountered an accident—they met a fox monster while walking through the alley.

It is impolite to directly refer to a teenage girl by the type of youkai, but she rushed forward recklessly and did not consider the consequences when she launched the attack. plate.

"[Stop]."

Goujuan kindly sponsored a spell, and the little fox girl who was forced to stand still seemed to have finally found her brain.

"...Not here, it seems not, and Xia Yu isn't here either." The little girl whose face recovered from the distorted fox face into a human shape muttered.

She wanted to run away.

Since Gou Juan didn't use much mana to fix the fox monster, the little girl turned pale after muttering a few words, how did she fall from the sky, and how did she return the same way.

Ten Branches narrowed his eyes.

Anyone who was suddenly attacked would not be in a good mood. The ten fingertips snapped, and the spell power surged and condensed there.

--null.

He was called out by the people around him, as if he didn't want to make too much noise here.

They were suddenly attacked and they didn't get caught. If they attracted the attention of ordinary people, according to the power division here, they would come to... Then what kind of organization that starts with an English letter and ends with a number?

It's called... Scepter4?

Shizhi clicked his tongue, not wanting anyone to disturb him and Goujuan for the time being.

He withdrew the magic power casually, walked back to Gou Juan and held the other's hand again.

"Come on Thorn, it's not far away."

Shi Zhikong wants to take the dog Juanji to a place similar to a dojo.

Unlike the ashram with the "Purgatory" door plate that they saw on the road when they came, there were shouts from inside, which seemed very lively. The ashram they are facing now is so quiet that there is no sound, and it is extremely deserted.

Goujuan stared at the closed door in bewilderment, feeling a little puzzled.

--This is where?

——Does your believer run a dojo?

Gou Juan looked around, and there was no door sign on this dojo.

The believer who came out to answer the door came earlier than Shi Zhi's answer. The believer opened the door, his eyes lit up when he saw Shi Zhi, and then respectfully welcomed them in.

"Master Shizhi, go this way—this is Mr. Goumaki, please come this way too."

It seems that because of the greeting in advance, the believer was not surprised at all, leading Shizhi and the dog through the long aisle, and then stopped in front of an empty courtyard.

The believer bowed, said that he had to prepare something and left.

"... Mentaiko?" Goujuan asked after the people walked away.

All he saw along the way were rooms that were still being renovated, so the ashram in front of him looked clean.

"This is for their gatherings." Shizhi briefly explained, he walked into the dojo and took out two of the crane-patterned cushions on the side, and handed one to the dog roll, "You can't go back to Hokkaido every time, right?" , that’s too far away, and it’s pointless to take you to see the believers, why don’t you come here… Come, sit for a while, Thorn.”

Shizhi called out, but the person he called out to didn't pay attention to him.

Goujuan was still looking at the out-of-season bamboo and lotus planted in the yard at the door, and listened to the ups and downs of adding water to make a crisp sound. Being pulled into the dojo by Shizhi, he still felt that the flowers in the pond were like fake flowers.

——Although it is swaying, it is lifeless.

The curse speller sat down on his knees in the open space, and he watched Shi Zhikong go to the other side of the dojo to rummage in the cabinet where the items were placed, and took back a few booklets after a while.

"It's all made up by believers." Shi Zhi flipped through it casually, "I don't pay much attention to such formal things, but they do."

Gou Juan picked up a volume and turned a few pages, which were filled with reverent eulogies and various missionary words.

After reading Goujuan for a while, I couldn't help but think, so someone will really write a letter... Is Shizhikong the letter?

"Most of them didn't believe it at first, but later they all believed it." Shizhi played with the braids on his neck twice, "People are greedy, and they won't be satisfied with just one 'realization' and 'realization' '."

At this time, the believer came to deliver tea, and Shizhi waved to him.

The believers obediently placed the refreshment tray on the ground, and then made a big salute with "throwing their bodies on the ground".

When Shi Zhi asked about the progress of the work, the believer's face was reddish, his breathing was rapid, and he spoke quickly but without stuttering, "Soon! The dojo you asked me to buy is about to be renovated, and I will definitely catch up with your next one." Gathering of the month!"

--assembly?

Receiving Inumaki's puzzled look, Tomoji bent his eyes and explained a few words, "They want to get together under my auspices, but it's just that the number of times they go back to the shrine every New Year's day is too little."

Occasionally, he will satisfy the request of the believers.

As the Yato God said, the existence of believers still has some meaning.

Gou Juan listened to Shi Zhi's narration in a daze, and when he got excited, Shi Zhi took out a list and introduced the identities of the believers to Gou Juan one by one.

Surprise was no longer enough. When Gou Juan saw a few dignitaries who looked familiar, he made a silent "salmon roe" sound, and continued to turn the page backwards in a dull manner.

Their Goujuan family will also have contact with some people in power, and it's just an ordinary relationship, such a twisted worship like Shizhi's side...

Not knowing how to evaluate it, Gou Juan simply continued to read the records. He saw that there were words written under the names. The black writing recorded the wishes of these people about "prosperity and wealth".

—Won't these... accuse you of being backlashed?

The dog roll frowned and asked.

"No, they are the ones who pay the price." Shizhi touched the ink marks that had dried up, "It's really going to be a backlash, and that person's name won't be written down... Hey, who the hell, Are you willing?"

In the second half of the sentence, Shizhi turned to the believers waiting at the side, and suddenly met a smiling face of his own "God" who was close at hand. Even though the smile was not very gentle, the "God" didn't remember his name, believers Still frenzied.

"Yes! Thank you Master Shizhi for giving me everything!"

"I will always believe in you!"

Words like this kept coming, Goujuan observed the speaker's mood, and his eyes flickered twice.

No matter how many times I watch it, I'm not used to it.

The fanciful praise of believers finally ended in the visitor's visit, and Juzhi stopped what he was doing, and turned his head strangely.

"Why would someone visit?" Shizhi asked, "Who else knows this place... besides you believers?"

Believers B who came to report and believers A in the room shook their heads, and Shi Zhi told Goujuan to wait for a while, and he went out to have a look.

Shi Zhikong's figure disappeared in the porch in an instant, and the last thing Gou Juan saw was his own silver hair tail that was up until it was covered by the wooden door.

This dojo is too quiet.

After the master of the dojo left, Goujuan had nothing to do, flipping through all kinds of brochures for the second time, but the owner of the house has not come back yet.

"...Salmon?" Gou Juan put the book back on the cabinet in the corner of the dojo, walked to the door and poked his head out, "?"

It was quiet outside and no one was there.

Indeed, there are only three or four people in this dojo that has not been rebuilt. As believers, they will naturally revolve around their beliefs.

Seeing that no one stopped him, Goujuan went out. He walked for a long time without any sound. He walked around the door and passed a long corridor, and finally heard the movement at the other end of the building.

The people standing there did not cover up, and Goujuan could easily see the two teenagers standing opposite each other on the side, and a little further in was...a man of the age of an uncle with a depraved temperament.

The man sat in the corridor with his head resting on his head, looking at the two teenagers in front of him communicating there.

Goujuu blinked, and he ducked aside.

Although this hiding is meaningless, most of the concealment is invisible under Juzhikong's ability, but this time the silver-haired boy just glanced in the direction of the dog roll and did not point it out.

The spellcaster listened to the corner with peace of mind.

"I'm sorry, Kong, I came to visit without an appointment."

"Yes—Master Shizhi."

"Okay, okay, Kong...well, yes, my father really pestered me so badly that I brought him here."

"I asked other believers where you were, so I came here directly. Excuse me!"

The boy with orange-red hair had a vigorous voice, vaguely reminding Goujuan of a new student in the first grade.

Goujuu slightly poked out half of his head from behind the bushes, and he saw that the silver-haired boy was facing a different person.

The black-haired adult lowered his head, his lifeless eyes staring at the ground of the courtyard.

He seemed to want to stand up, but finally sat there and spoke.

"Shizhikong, you are being watched."

"You were targeted by them because of your ability."