Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

speak up.

Relying on Shi'er to close his eyes and rest his mind, Fu Heihui suddenly thought of something and opened his eyes slightly.

Sendai... is the hometown of knotweed, right?

Knotweed Yuren, his classmate.

At the beginning, because of his incompetence, the other party who killed him swallowed a highly poisonous curse in order to save him, a magician, and ended up accidentally becoming a male high school student who became a Nuo container.

Later, he was sentenced to death by the cowardly and fearful upper echelons of the conjuration world, although Mr. Wujo won a reprieve for the knotweed.

—Of course, that was a matter of the previous life.

Has it been more than 12 years since Rebirth came back?

Fu Heihui looked down at his hands, which were already covered with cocoons from practicing various spells, getting closer and closer to his 15-year-old self.

Time flies so fast, he feels a little emotional, obviously his memory is a bit blurred because of the 12-year interval, but some people are still deeply engraved in his mind without fading.

Then he lowered his eyelids slightly, and finally closed them again.

This time... is it better to keep the knotweed away from the conjurer?

Fu Heihui inevitably had such thoughts.

The guy with knotweed is too gentle, he is a typical kind person who easily feels guilty for himself.

Of course, that's not to say the quality is bad.

It's just that if someone who is too gentle and kind becomes a magician, he will feel more pain than most people.

The people you save may not be grateful to you. If you try your best to exorcise the curse, you may still be beaten by the people you save. The person you save may be a moth-like existence to society with scars.

There are also people who can't be saved no matter what, and they can't hold the hand of the person they want to save even if they try their best. They have experienced countless times of self-blame for seeing innocent people die but being helpless.

After all, before swallowing Su Nuo's fingers, Knotweed was an ordinary person with too much individual ability, and a 15-year-old high school student who was too easy to empathize with.

The conjurer did not die normally, which is not a good job. The knotweed that belonged to ordinary people originally, on the premise that there are other bright futures to choose from, there is no need to step into this muddy water and face the original A teenager's death threats that shouldn't belong to him.

Although that guy as a companion is extremely reassuring.

But Fu Hei still hopes that the other party can stay away from the magician and live happily and peacefully as an ordinary person.

And if Su Nuo did not wake up in the knotweed body, the other fingers would not be able to release the suppression of power, thus producing the effect of [resonance]. The series of events surrounding Su Nuo's fingers would probably also be alleviated. Or it won't happen.

Knotweed doesn't have to bear responsibilities that shouldn't be imposed on him.

This time, have I become stronger?

The me who will choose the one to save, the one who bears the fewest burdens, can I protect the people I want to protect well this time?

can you?Fu Heihui thought.

But it's too early to think about that now.

It should be two to three years before the knotweed comes into contact with the cursed object.

Moreover, he doesn't know whether he can successfully join the High School of Conjuration in this life. After all, Shi Er seems to have become enemies with Teacher Wutiao, and neither side of Fu Hei wants to be hostile. The acquainted Wutiao teacher stopped... If it really didn't work, he could only take Shi Er away.

If there is no way to join the high school of conjuration in Tokyo, then... the one in Kyoto?No, the atmosphere over there is too strange. If there is another choice, I don't want to go there anyway.

Or simply be a free mercenary in the black market with Shier. After all, the number of spell spirits increasing year by year has far exceeded the scope of conjurers. Although most clients hate it, but At least you will never lose your job, and you can freely choose whether to accept commissions or not.

The boy with his eyes closed muttered in his heart all the way.

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The speed of the car began to decrease, and it was already 01:30 in the evening when it entered the main road from the high speed.

Fu Heihui had already fallen asleep, and his posture changed from leaning on Shi'er's arm to lying on the opponent's lap.

Although I don't want to admit it, if she is by Shier's side—even though he is a bad father, Hui will indeed relax easily. This is the fetter of blood, or the tacit understanding established in 12 years of getting along.The actual relationship between the Father and the Son is far better than it appears to be.

Kong Shiyu looked at the father and son in the back row with a peaceful atmosphere from the rearview mirror, and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

However, when he sent him to the Guzawa family's villa in Sendai, Shi Er's method of waking his son up made him silently put back this illusion.

Shi Er stretched out his hand to pull Hui's face viciously, the strength of his hand was so painful to see, and then he pinched her nose, suffocating her to wake her up.

"What are you doing!"

"I told you to get up." Shi Er pointed to the Guzawa family servant who was already waiting for them to get off the car outside the window, "It's already arrived."

"...Can't you just call me? I can hear you!"

Fu Heihui blew his hair angrily, he opened the door with a snort and got out of the car, rubbed his head and yawned, and walked forward behind Shi Er and Kong Shiyu.

The servant opened the door for them and led the three of them to the living room.

The client, Kengo Guzawa, was wearing a pair of rustic-looking black-rimmed glasses, and the curse master he hired was already waiting there.

Kong Shiyu was always in charge of the negotiation, and Fu Hei and his son watched the other party deal with the client skillfully.

After the boring polite talk ended, Guzawa Kengo raised his eyebrows critically, and looked at the curser beside him.

"A colleague of the curse master? His surname is Fuhei? I don't seem to have any impression. The younger one has curse power, regardless of strength, but that man can't feel the slightest bit of curse power. Hey, can you really see the curse? "

The curse master looked at it for a long time, suspicious and subconsciously contemptuous of those without spell power.

Gusawa Kengo also became dissatisfied when he heard the words.

"Mr. Kong, I should say that I want to find the strongest one?" He pushed his glasses, "Don't think about just finding someone to cheat money!"

Kong Shiyu raised his eyebrows.

Since Shi Er [disappeared] in the Temple of Heaven and the Tyrant, the man who only accepted commissions under the surname of Fu Hei on weekdays and paid more attention to his whereabouts was indeed not as famous as his original identity, but every time someone questioned him, Kong Shiyu Still amused.

That's Shir.

That terrible tyrant, the omnipotent magician killer.

"Cheating money? No, the most important thing in my line of work is honesty. If you want to find the strongest one, I did indeed bring them here. The two of them are indeed the strongest beings in my hands."

"What I want is a curse master! Not an ordinary person with strength! You know what a curse is, right?" Kengo Guzawa emphasized a little violently. He winked at the curse master beside him, who patted his clothes and stood up. stand up.

"Since I spent a lot of money to find you, at least it must be stronger than the curse master I'm hiring now... right?"

boom--! !

Kengo Gusawa didn't finish his unpleasant words, his expression froze amidst a loud noise, his mouth was open, and his eyes suddenly tightened.

His hair was blown up, and he turned his head bluntly after a long while. The curser who had been signaled by his employer to do something was caught off guard and hit the wall hard. It was terrifying. The force caused the wall to sag with terrifying spider web-like cracks, and the man opened his mouth dripping with blood and rolled his eyes. After twitching twice, he completely lost consciousness and fell into a severe coma.

You know, magicians usually use spell power to protect their bodies, and their physical bodies are much stronger than normal people, even if they are hit by reinforced concrete, they may not necessarily fall into a coma.

But now, in just a short moment, without any warning, he completely lost his fighting power.

"Whispering, it's annoying."

Shir, who appeared in front of the client at a speed too fast to see clearly, casually tossed the knife that came out of nowhere, and the man who had no idea when to strike looked down on Gu Ze, who was speechless Kengo, "You want to see your strength, don't you? Then open your eyes and see clearly, big star."

The man with the scar at the corner of his mouth sneered, "Although I am accepting the commission to exorcise the curse, I am not really a curse master, but it is more than enough to kill a magician who is not even a special-level curse spirit or this level. ,in addition--"

The knife was thrown by Shier casually, and there was a sound of piercing through the air. The knife stabbed into the wall suddenly, and even the fourth-level curse that seemed to be deliberately left to test the comers, and crawled slowly was also nailed and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"My body is special. I can see the curse, and it can indeed remove the curse. What's more, what you really want to solve is not the continuous curse, but the person behind the scenes who tried to kill you?"

Shi Er sat back on the sofa again, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "If the target is a human being... I am a professional in this area, Mr. Employer, how are you? Satisfied?"

Guzawa Kengo swallowed his saliva seeing the horrible appearance of the curse master who had worked so hard to protect him for half a month.

"Ah, that's right, I'm sorry for that guy's words, but I don't like working with unfamiliar guys. It's enough to have this kid as a partner."

Shi Er raised the corners of his mouth, leaned back, and put his hands on Hui beside him:

"That's why I couldn't help but hit harder, but for a guy with that kind of strength, it doesn't matter if he wants it or not?"

.

The curse master who was originally in charge of protecting him was seriously injured and unconscious, and Kengo Guzawa dared not speak up if he had any opinions.

What's more, although the big man's temper is a bit annoying, at least his strength is genuine.

So he finally signed the contract and handed over the entrustment to Fu Hei and his son.

But when he asked about the details, such as whether he had done anything to offend others recently, or had contact with anyone, Gusawa Kengo began to hesitate.

"I don't remember! It's not surprising that a powerful and rich star like me is being targeted!?" He finally crossed his hands violently, turned his head and said in a rough voice.

Well, at first, I also guessed that the other party would not speak honestly, probably because he did too many annoying things, and he himself didn't know what offended the curser, and he didn't want to expose it, so he just pretended to say nothing. Don’t talk about it—the reason for choosing to hire desperadoes like them who only take money to do things is for this.

Although even if you don't ask, Shier still has a way to find someone.

Dealing with human curse masters is Shir's specialty, and Hui stays with the client as a bodyguard to prevent the client from being killed by the curse.

"Is this kid all right!?"

Kengo Guzawa was worried, after all, unlike Shir, the young and slender Kei's appearance was too deceptive.

"Huh? He's better than that scumbag you hired earlier."

Shi Er glanced at him, and opened the corner of his mouth with a sneer, "Don't worry, I won't let you die before the commission is completed. After all, we won't get the money if you die."

Shi Er patted Kei on the shoulder as he said the cold words that he insisted on money but at least reassured people like Guzawa.

He bent down, his eyes didn't meet, but he lowered his voice tacitly.

"Megumi, don't use spells unless necessary."

"Ok, I know."

The father and the son passed each other, Hui put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and stood quietly beside the client.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes and looked at his father's back.

"Be careful on the road and come back early."

The author has something to say: It’s the script of Conan, the age of the new one is adjusted to the first year of high school (the original high school sophomore) and he is drugged to become Conan, and the timeline of Conan is adjusted forward by one year as a whole, and Conan will go to school normally with time (Touch.jpg ).

Cuckoo will answer the questions in the comments that are limited to this article and are not likely to be spoilers:

Q: Will Huzi appear in Sendai? A: I will appear on stage and get to know you in advance.

Q: Will you join the college? A: Yes, parents will also enter.

Q: Who is CP? A: Not sure, because Cuckoo only writes the rough outline but not the detailed outline, and the emotional line is usually fruity. The current preference is Huzi or 5t5. Generally, whoever writes the emotional line will be whoever it is.

Q: Will Xia Youjie die? A: No.

Q: Do you want to add updates? A: There are basically no changes before the release of V (occasionally, accidents). After entering V, it will be considered according to the data situation in this article.

Q: I want to crawl and save the draft box. A: In fact, I haven’t saved the manuscript for a long time (light cigarette.jpg)

Q: When will 5t5 come out? A: After this event is over.

Q: Is there a deputy CP? A: Nothing except parental love.