My breeder is the strongest

As we all know, conjurer is a profession that everyone criticizes wildly.

By analogy, the Conjuration High School is a school for bear children.

And Noctua Zhengdao has also been teaching in the college for seven or eight years, and has seen countless bear children, more than the stars in the sky.

However, among them, none of them could be more bearish than Gojo Satoru.

No!one!

After realizing that he couldn't change his direction, Noctua Moth immediately used mantra to protect his body, preparing for the coming impact.

But after I fell, I realized that there was no impact at all.

The worm looked fat, but in fact it was even fatter. Falling on it was more like being caught than falling, and the swarms of curse spirits swarmed up. It looked very disgusting, but... it couldn't break the defense at all.

The night moth lay right on the "flower heart", letting the curse spirit crawl up and down on the spell power, staring at them.

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

He pushed aside the part of the curse that blocked his sight, sat up with his knees bent, and raised his head.

The pit is at least tens of meters long, so it's not impossible to climb up it by yourself, provided that no one disturbs it.

So, this is his purpose.

If he is not bound, he will not be allowed to go out.

On the edge of the pit, Gojo Satoru, with his hands behind his hands, was patrolling the edge with strides like the dean, and even whistled triumphantly from time to time.

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Noctua Zhengdao took a deep breath, trying to calm down his increasingly violent nerves.

As expected of you, Gojo Satoru.

King of Bears.

Master Wutiao threw the tent up and caught it again, playing it as a juggling ball, still beeping, "How about it, have you changed your mind?"

Night Moth stood up on the right path, and took off the curse spirit on his arm with a dark face.

Change you bastard--

"You didn't notice." He said in a deep voice, "What's missing from me?"

what's missing...

Gojo Wu's pupils shrank, covered without a lower limit, a rattan-like thing pierced the air and stopped in front of him.

It's a curse.

What was left on it were the only two remaining mantra skeletons carried by Noctuma Zhengdao in the bag.

It has not been activated yet, so there is no breath of spells yet.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, maintaining the no-lower-limit technique, and expanding his field of vision.

So what if there is no magic power, even if it is an object without magic power, it can still be seen with the reflection of magic power!

Found it - underground!

Being attracted, soil particles and oval objects that looked like curse bones rose from the ground and hung in the air.

Gojo Satoru raised his chin.

Success...?

"A puppet master." At the bottom of the pit, Noctua raised his right hand rightly, "Where the curse is, there is the person."

When he fell just now, he noticed one thing.

Master Wujo has a weakness.

The moment "Cang" is activated, no lower limit will not be maintained.

The oval-shaped curse skeletal swelled instantly, and cloth strips like vines wrapped around his hands first. Wujo Wu cursed secretly, and immediately injected curse power, trying to tear it apart with brute force.

However, as soon as the mantra was injected, it disappeared.

"Don't waste your energy." Noctua Zhengdao said calmly, "It can absorb magic power with cloth strips——looking at your size, you probably haven't done a good job in your usual training, right?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

I want you to take care!

Don't care if you don't know, anyway, it's unavoidable.

In a few seconds, the others quickly followed, directly binding people into a cocoon.

Gojo Satoru: Fuck!

Behind him, the penguin-shaped mantra withdrew its tongue that had attacked the five young masters just now, twisted it, raised its short left wing, and slapped it vigorously.

Gululu, the five young masters who were tied into strips, rolled directly down the hillside.

The penguin shrank its limbs, turned into a goose stick, and jumped down.

Rolled all the way to the foot of the night moth.

Gojo Satoru raised his face and spat fiercely.

Night Moth squatted down on the right path, fumbled out the glass bottle from him, grabbed a curse spirit from the side and stuffed it in.

Then, pick up the real five "articles".

When did Young Master Wutiao experience such a shame and humiliation, his hair exploded all of a sudden, he twisted wildly, and bit the hand of Noctua Moth Zhengdao, "Let me go!"

Night Moth Zhengdao suddenly sighed.

Young Master Wutiao stopped his movements angrily, and stared at him.

"It may not be long...you will really grow to the point where you are stronger than everyone else."

The man squatted down calmly, and stroked his hair the way Gojo Satoru usually rubs a kitten.

"But, before that."

"Don't underestimate all adults."

One day later, the entrance to the spell library.

Patriarch Gojo was holding a cup of amber-colored sencha, waiting for the exit to open.

A black vortex of magic power appeared, and the one that came out first was not the Noctua Moth, but a blue penguin curse skeleton as tall as half a man.

Gojo Shio: ...?

Didn't see this when you went in?

The penguin continues the usual aesthetics of the noctuid, with a bit of ugliness in the weirdness, but this one seems a bit unusual.

Its two wings are inserted in the waist like human pockets, and they are still wide open when walking, very uncle.

Gojo Shio:?

Moreover, the penguin took two steps—suddenly turned around, its dark eyes were staring straight in his direction, with a strange light shining.

"... Cough, cough cough."

Gojo Shio choked on a sip of tea, coughed twice, and took the handkerchief from the maid.

Then, Noctua Zhengdao stepped out with his upper body bare.

His eyes fell on a few dark tea stains on Gojo Shio's clothes.

Noctua said rightly: "...Take care of yourself."

I can't even drink the water, but it's okay.

Gojo Shio wiped away the tea, his face darkened, "Have you finished your work?"

Noctua Zhengdao nodded, "I will discuss the specific situation with you the next day."

He said emphatically, "Please be prepared."

"Okay." Patriarch Wutiao gritted his teeth, "I'll wait."

"Wait." Night Moth Zhengdao said suddenly.

Gojo Shio turned his head, with a cloud over his head, "Is there anything else?"

Ye Mozheng looked at his chilly upper body, "Do you have any coats that can be changed?"

Gojo Shio: "..."

The head of the family walked away with his servants and magician.

Night Moth put on the magician's small black sleeves, and waited until everyone had finished walking before walking to the side of the "Penguin" who had been sticking to the telephone pole.

Stretching out his hand, the shell of the curse skeleton was cut open——exposing the body inside.

A Wutiao young master with a stinking face.

"Okay, I'll take you to find 'Rinoy Hachiman' and you won't make a small report, so I don't owe you a favor." Master Wujo said angrily, "Don't let me meet you next time... If there is a next time , I will definitely hang you up and beat you."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Ye Mozheng doubted life, "The Wutiao family...doesn't they usually take etiquette classes?"

"Yes." Young Master Wutiao said foolishly, "It's just that I've never been there before."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Kind of hope he never comes to the college.

But...it seems unlikely.

If things come true.

He asked, "You really don't want to see me again?"

"Fart!" Gojo Satoru was categorical, "It's not that I don't want to see you, it's that you better pray that you don't see me, if there is a next time..."

Ye Mozheng said: "Even if I agree with that bondage..."

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, "Even if you agree—"

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly.

Wutiaowu: "..."

grass!Fuck!

Annoying, this is too irritating!

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and turned around.

"Where is there any super magic spirit?" He asked blankly, "Now, suddenly, I want to come up with a mission."

When it comes to super-level curse spirits, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something.

……Oops.

He groaned in his heart.

Cat—forgot to release Wutiaojiu!

Master Wutiao hurriedly took out the sealed little black ball from his pocket, and unlocked the enchantment.

The black faded to reveal a faded, limp, motionless kitten.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Long! !Gojo long! !

You cheer up! !

Young master Wutiao was so guilty that he stretched out a finger and carefully poked the meat pad exposed by the cat cake.

Gojo trembled for a long time, stood up slowly, and changed the direction with his back to Gojo Satoru.

Collapsing into a cat cake again.

Gojo Satoru called him, "Gojojiu...?"

Kitty didn't move.

After a few seconds, spread out his fifty-sound chart.

Click once, slowly.

Wujojiu: "Listen, don't see."

Wutiaowu: "..."