My breeder is the strongest

The upper management sent people to investigate the Gojo family, which Gojo Shio never expected.

As one of the three imperial families, the Gojo family possesses a large number of curse tools and objects, some of which are kept by the main family and branch families, some of which are kept in the high school's magic tool library, and some are scattered all over Japan to suppress curses.

In principle, in order to protect the safety of non-conjurers, the use and status of these spell objects and spell tools need to be recorded in detail and closely supervised.

Of course, only in principle.

There are very few conjurers in the first place, and it is too late to get rid of the curse spirits every day. Whoever has time is staring at where those curse objects go every day.

Besides, this is considered private property, so it must be managed in a righteous way. In private, as long as there is no accident, the higher-ups will turn a blind eye and will not be too harsh.

Unblocking the super-level curse spirit for the internal exchange competition is the Wutiao family's own business, and it has already been reported.

Even if Wutiao Natsuki unblocked early, it was his personal behavior—no matter how he thought about it, the Wutiao family couldn't be blamed for this blame.

How could the higher authorities approve this kind of investigation application?

unless……

Unless, someone else, with something else, made a small report to the top.

Gojo Shio took a deep breath, and there were only three words in his mind that he gritted his teeth.

five!strip!Enlightenment!

The cheating young master Wutiao sneezed, the kitten on top of his head slid down, and Gululu rolled from the top of his head down his neck and down his shoulders.

Xia Youjie had quick eyesight and quick hands, and reached out to catch the cat cub, but he was a step too late, and Master Wutiao had already picked up the cat dumpling and threw it into the pocket of the sweater.

Gojojiu shook his head, and continued to sleep in the current position.

Xia Youjie withdrew his hand, "You have a cold?"

"No." Wujo Wu shook his head, his tone firm, "That old man must be scolding me."

Xia Youjie's first reaction was, "What bad thing did you do again?"

Gojo Satoru: "... Which side are you on?"

The black-haired teenager touched his nose in embarrassment, "conditioned reflex, conditioned reflex."

Young Master Wutiao snorted coldly.

"It's okay." He turned around, clapped his hands, and said proudly, "Jie, soon—"

"We'll see you at school soon."

Counting the cursed objects is a big project. Although Gojo Shio has always wanted to enter the high-level, so he is obedient to those above him, but he will not give any good face to be stepped on so blatantly.

On the night when Noctua Zhengdao checked in, the maid in the main hall took people to move half of the room full of dusty and worn-out pages.

Books are piled crookedly, big and small are all mixed together, when the door is opened, the dust aroused by the vibration can fly to people's calves.

The maid made no secret of her disgust, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

"This is the collection catalog of the Wutiao family... Take your time and read it yourself."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Table of contents?Are you sure it wasn't dug out from the soil 800 years ago?

The man was silent for two seconds and closed the door.

Half a minute later, he pulled the suitcase in the bedroom and opened it.

Inside the box, oddly shaped and mysteriously cute dolls are piled together, and the moment the box lid pops open, it pops out like popping cotton candy.

All the dolls stand in a row, stand at attention and salute.

One, two, three...

There is one less.

Ye'e Zhengdao's eyes swept over one by one like a military parade, and finally landed on the empty box.

The sun-shaped curse skeleton gritted its teeth and tried hard, but it couldn't break free from the claws holding itself.

And the owner of those claws—a little Persian cat who appeared at some time, lying in the middle of the suitcase that should have been empty, snoring while holding the cursed skeleton.

At the door, Young Master Wutiao opened the door and shouted expressionlessly.

"I lost my cat, I suspect someone here stole my cat—"

Before Ye Mo Zhengdao could react, Gojo Satoru teleported directly from the entrance to the side of the suitcase.

"Huh—" He bent down, looked at the cat in the box, and then at the night moth Zhengdao standing next to him, his tone was very exaggerated.

"Wow, cat thief, how are you going to compensate me?"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

I'm afraid not everyone in your Wutiao family has some serious illness, right?