After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Kyoto, Gojo House

The house continues the ancient architectural style of the Edo period and occupies a large area. After a hundred years of wind and rain, it still stands tall and stands on the outskirts of the plains, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoying a unique tranquility.

In the simple and simple study room filled with the atmosphere of the times.

On the top seat, sat a white-haired middle-aged man wearing a black kimono with gold trim. His facial features were cold and severe, and a terrifying aura lingered around him. He held a letter between his fingers and scanned the paper ten lines at a glance. Just as he was about to pick up the pen on the table, there was a knock on the door of the study.

"Enter."

A deep magnetic voice sounded.

In the next second, the door of the study opened suddenly.

The butler walked in quickly and bowed respectfully to the man above him.

"Good day, Patriarch."

Patriarch Wu Tiao put down the letter, raised his eyes, looked at his most valued housekeeper, and said in a deep voice, "Say."

"That one is indeed back—" the housekeeper straightened up and met the sharp eyes of the previous Patriarch. Thinking of the news he had just inquired about from the magic world, he quickly reported: "I am currently studying at the High School of Magic."

After the words fell, the butler frowned.

When he first learned of this information, he was also full of disbelief, but the truth is like this.

There was a sudden sneer from above.

"High School of Magic—?" The eyes of Patriarch Wutiao changed slightly, and the face that was somewhat similar to Wutiao Kong was full of coldness. He seemed to hear a joke, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Just him alone waste?"

Can a waste without mana power enter the high school of sorcery?

Patriarch Wutiao narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of displeasure flashing in his eyes: "How did he do it?"

The high school of conjuration does not accept ordinary students, even if Wutiao Kong has Wutiao's surname, it does not mean that he can do whatever he wants.

Even without disturbing him, he returned directly from Italy and studied at the High School of Magic.

"...I heard it was approved by the superior."

After saying this, the housekeeper pursed his lips tightly, not daring to look at Patriarch Wutiao's expression at this time.No one would know better than him that the Patriarch didn't expect this person's arrival at all.

Even, it can be said to be disliked.

After the wife of the head of the house gave birth to twins, the youngest son who had no magic power was declared to give up. It was only after his wife begged hard that the head of the Wutiao family let the youngest son go, but he absolutely could not stay in the Wutiao house, and he could not even be let go. know that he exists.

In order to save the life of the youngest son, the wife had to agree to this condition.

The next day, the head of the family ordered his youngest son to be thrown to Italy and provided with excellent medical services to ensure that he would not die easily, and then let him fend for himself. Since then, he has never cared about his affairs for 17 years.

And the name Wujo Kong was taken by his wife.

Unexpectedly, 17 years later, he came back.

The fact that the Wutiao family once gave birth to waste can no longer be concealed, and it will even follow in the footsteps of the Zenyuan family and be discriminated against and ridiculed by the magic family.

The Gotiao family can be the head of the three royal families, not only because the family's spells are powerful and their offspring are prosperous, but also because their successors have powerful spells, inherited unlimited spells and six eyes.

Once there is a waste whose mana is equal to zero, it will be an indelible stain on this point of glory, and it will be pulled down from the high altar.

This is something that the five patriarchs do not allow.

As long as he is in power, this stain will disappear.

The housekeeper slowly told the information he had obtained.

After finishing speaking, the air fell into silence.

After a long time, a low voice came from above.

"As expected of my son." Patriarch Wutiao took a sip of the teacup, put down the teacup, turned his head to look at the courtyard scenery through the gate, his eyes were deep, and after a long while, he said slowly: "Unfortunately, he is a waste."

"You go and meet him, do what you can to everything he asks, and—"

"Let him go back to Italy."

"Tokyo is not for him to have fun."

For Mrs. Wutiao's sake, the Patriarch is willing to give this young son a chance, if the other party doesn't know how to cherish——

Patriarch Wutiao narrowed his eyes slightly to conceal the hostility in his eyes.

The butler responded, got up and left.

In an instant, there were only five Patriarchs left in the study.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and shifted his gaze to the documents on the desktop. If it wasn't for Wutiaokong's sudden return, he would have almost forgotten the fact that he still has a son.

Compared with Wujo Wu, Wujo Kong is an abandoned child with no use value.Once this abandoned son affects the interests and status of the Wutiao family, he will not hesitate to get rid of the other party.

There is only one chance.

Even if—

That was his own son.

A few days later, the hospital

Limei pushed the door in with the report, and said to the young man who was leaning on the bed and addicted to playing games: "The doctor said that it is ready to be discharged."

Today is No. 15th day of Gojo Sora's hospitalization.

"No hurry." Wutiaokong put down the game console, looked at Limei who was walking over, and said in a good mood: "After meeting a distinguished guest, it's not too late to leave."

This distinguished guest is the steward of the Wutiao family.

The moment the butler stepped out of Wutiao's house, Li Mei had already received the notification, and had full control over the other's whereabouts and every move.

And, it didn't attract any attention.

at the same time

The butler came to the gate of the Tokyo Hospital. He looked up at the hospital, took the fruit basket from the servant, and went straight to the floor where Gojo Sora was.

Before arriving at the VIP ward, the butler subconsciously tidied up his clothes, and then gently knocked on the heavy door.

This young master is probably easier to deal with than Gojo Satoru.

After a while, the door opened.

Li Mei stood in front of the door, looked at the middle-aged housekeeper who was over half a century old, turned slightly to make way, and said coldly: "Please come in."

The housekeeper walked in without looking sideways, came to the table and put down the fruit gift basket, turned to look at the white-haired boy on the hospital bed, and when he saw that face, his pupils trembled slightly.

This one is too similar to Gojo Satoru!

The two are almost identical in appearance, but upon careful observation, a little difference can be vaguely discerned.

The butler suppressed these complicated thoughts, took a step forward, put his hand on his lips to clear his throat, and said in a deep voice: "Master Sora, I am the housekeeper of the Gojo family—Gojo Junichiro, you can call me the housekeeper .”

Having said that, the housekeeper paused for a few seconds, carefully observed Wujo Sora's expression, and seeing that he didn't feel disgusted at all, he continued to speak.

"The head of the family is very happy to hear that you have returned—"

Hearing this, Wujo Kong raised his eyes to look at the eloquent butler, with a slight smile on his lips, and his eyes were fixed on him gently.

"Housekeeper." He whispered.

The housekeeper's words came to an abrupt end, and when he met Wutiao Kong's light blue eyes, he forgot what he was going to say next, and could only look at him blankly.

"I'm also happy to be back."

"How is the head of the family?"

As soon as the words fell, Wutiaokong covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Before he could give an order, a cup appeared in his sight. He took the cup and took a sip of warm water, suppressed the itchiness in his throat, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry." , My health is good and bad, I didn't adapt to the Japanese climate in the first few days after I came back, and I couldn't go back to the master's house to meet the master..."

"The head of the family shouldn't be angry, right?"

From the moment he came in, the steward observed the young master in secret, and when he saw that he was as frail as mentioned in the information, his eyes flickered darkly, and he replied: "The master is well, but at the same time, I am also very worried about you. "

"Tokyo is not a place suitable for recuperation. It is better for Master Sora to return to Italy, so that the owner can rest assured—"

Nowadays, only the high-level guys know about Gojo Sora. It is the best way to let him return to Italy before his existence is fully exposed to the public eye.

Otherwise, the reputation of the Gojo family will be affected because of him.

"Is this what the Patriarch means?"

Gojo Sora tilted his head slightly, a few strands of white hair slanted and gently brushed across that delicate face.

"Yes." The butler nodded lightly, and said, "My lord wants you to go back to Italy, this place is not suitable for you."

From the few minutes of conversation just now, he vaguely grasped the character of this young master.

Illness, lack of magic power, plus a gentle temper and no temper, he is a young master who is easy to control just from the outside.

Such a young master is indeed not suitable for living in the Wutiao family where the weak eat the strong.

"If you don't want to, the Patriarch will send you back forcibly." The housekeeper added, "Please think about it carefully."

After getting the affirmation, the five hollows were as hollow as ancient wells, without even a single ripple, and he nodded in response: "Okay, I see."

Having said that, it does not mean that he will agree to this matter.

After a pause, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Housekeeper, I need your help with something."

Limei immediately sent the invitation in his hand.

"I want to meet the head of the family, and I want a photo of my mother before she was alive." Wujo Kong said softly.

Mrs. Wutiao died of illness when he was eight years old. Except for seeing her once when he was just born, Wutiaokong never saw this woman again.

The appearance of my mother in my mind has long since faded.

He only remembered that that woman was the only one who had ever expressed love to him.

This request is not difficult.

The housekeeper accepted the invitation, but he didn't immediately respond to the words, but said: "Master Kong, I will convey this to the Patriarch."

As for seeing this young master, it is unknown.

Even the housekeeper couldn't guarantee whether the Patriarch would want to see Wujo Kong.

Gojo Sora nodded: "Okay."

"If there is nothing wrong, I will go back and report to the Patriarch first."

Having finished what he needed to say, the housekeeper found an excuse to leave here.

Li Mei sent the person out, staring at the other person's back, until the butler completely disappeared from sight, then he turned and returned to the ward to continue cleaning up.

"Limei, how long has this butler been serving at Wutiao's house?"

"35 years and 7 months."

Hearing this, Gojo Kong chuckled lightly, tapped his index finger on his thigh, and murmured: "35 years..."

"So old, you say—"

"Is it time to step aside and give young people a chance?"