Enchantment high degree favorability acquisition log

The port mafia has been very busy recently, and Chuya Nakahara, as a cadre, had to work overtime until late at night just to deal with the mountains of documents.

After finally coming to an end, he put on his coat tiredly, and didn't plan to drive any more. He planned to go to a nearby tavern for a drink first.

Who would have thought that when he was passing through an alley, he caught a glimpse of two gangsters who could tell they had drunk their brains out, surrounding a girl with long hair.

Judging by the other person's appearance, he should still be a high school student.

"Trouble." Zhong Yuanzhong grinned impatiently.

Although he said so, his body still gave a very honest meal, and walked towards the opposite direction of the alley.

Gravity doesn't seem to work for him, nor do vertical walls.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down from above, and the situation in front of him became clearer.

The ugly and greasy expressions on the faces of the two bastards, and the trembling back of the girl.

It must be because of fear.

"I say."

"You two are very courageous, you dare to mess around near Mafia's territory?"

The gravity of the orange hair didn't even need to lift their fingers, the two gangsters fell to the ground overwhelmed, and the bones of their bodies creaked under the pressure.

The glass wine bottle shattered to the ground with a bang.

The strong smell of poor-quality alcohol then spread to the entire alley.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who originally wanted to go to the tavern for a drink, frowned irritably, feeling that his interest had been completely ruined.

The two gangsters have stayed in Yokohama for a few years anyway, if they still can't help who is in front of them at this time, then they are really gangsters.

Fear and pain made the brain that had been occupied by alcohol a little more sober. The two of them lay on the ground trembling and dared not even make a sound.

After disposing of the gangsters like garbage, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and looked at the motionless figure.

"Hey!"

The girl stood dumbfounded.

Don't be scared.

"……Are you OK."

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped down from the fence, just as he was about to say something, the body of the girl in front of him suddenly shook weakly, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The hand was supported by the brain faster.

When the girl was lying on his shoulders, Nakahara Nakata regretted that he stretched out his hand too fast.

He thought so, but he didn't push people away.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out his mobile phone and was about to dial the number of his subordinates, when a faint smell of blood suddenly passed through the tip of his nose.

He paused, and stretched out his hand to tear off a little girl's coat.

- Inside was a white shirt stained with blood.

Before the Mafia's natural vigilance could rise, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the spell bag on the girl's shoulder at the same time.

He opened the bag and glanced a little.

as predicted.

There are quite a few spell spirits in Yokohama, and Chuya Nakahara, as one of the cadres of the port mafia, will inevitably need to contact the magic world at ordinary times. He is no stranger to this kind of weapon with a thick and distorted aura attached to it.

"Conjurer?"

"It really is troublesome."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the pale face on his shoulder for a few seconds, and finally resisted him on his shoulder.

The movements looked extremely rough, but in fact they deliberately avoided the position where the opponent was injured.

Zhongya Zhongya lived in a high-end apartment in the city center, and when he got home with the girl on his back, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Tiredly, he threw the key in his hand at the entrance, and originally wanted to put the unidentified magician girl in the guest room, but Nakahara Chuya usually had no friends who would come to borrow it, and the guest room was useless, not even a quilt.

"Tsk."

The girl still buried her head on the side of his neck, breathing warmly against that skin.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his neck uncomfortably, and shut the door of the guest room with a snap.

"If you get blood on my sheets, I'll throw you out."

He put the girl on his bed with an irritable expression, and helped her take off her shoes by the way.

Not only did the other party not respond to his threatening words, but he curled up as soon as he touched the soft fabric.

Looks like he slept soundly.

There must be blood...

"……never mind."

Nakahara took off his hat and threw it aside, then rubbed his hair, exited the room and closed the door.

Standing alone in his living room, Zhong Yuan unexpectedly felt absurd with nowhere to go.

He casually took out a bottle of red wine from the nearby wine cabinet, preparing to make do with the night in the living room.

Nakahara Chuya's cheeks flushed slightly after drinking a small half bottle by himself. He was a little sleepy, and just a second before he was about to fall asleep on the sofa, there was a faint whining sound from his room.

Very light, but very noticeable in the stillness of the wee hours.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Two minutes later, he opened the door of his room.

The girl picked up from the road was still lying on her side under the quilt in the original posture, but the difference was that her face, which was originally pale due to blood loss, was now flushed red.

Beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her breathing became a little rapid.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a dark face, enduring the strong sleepiness, and began to search for antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs from the box and chest.

Although he never used this thing, he remembered that the men who helped him decorate the house at that time kept the first aid kit here.

After finally digging out the medical box that was still dusty in the corner, Zhong Yuan subconsciously glanced at the expiration date.

Fortunately, there is still half a year.

He went into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, then walked into the room holding the medicine box.

"Hey, wake up."

Nakahara also took off his gloves and patted the girl's hot cheek.

Fortunately, the other party has not completely lost consciousness, the girl struggled to open her eyes.

Her eyes were barely focused on her face, and she instinctively swallowed the pills and water fed to her mouth.

Then, as if the battery was exhausted, I tilted my head and fell asleep again.

The hot cheek meat was stuck to his ungloved palm.

Zhong Yuanzhong quickly retracted his hand.

He pinched the center of his brows, feeling that the sleepiness he had just raised had dissipated without a trace.

Staring at the already pale sky, Zhong Yuanzhong also called his subordinates.

"Send all the unfinished documents on my desk to my home."

My head hurts.

I opened my eyes with difficulty.

What caught my eye was a very unfamiliar ceiling.

I stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling for three seconds and then quickly bounced off the bed.

I have to say that the recovery ability of the conjurer is really exaggerated. I just slept for one night. I already feel the wound on my abdomen itching slightly, which is a sign of healing.

Where is it coming from here, I shook my head trying to wake myself up.

I had accumulated enough anger yesterday to plan to beat up the gangsters, but who would have thought that a man with orange hair would suddenly come in and do something brave? My body was already on the verge of its limit at the time, and I seemed to pass out when I relaxed .

So is this the man's home?

I checked myself and found that the spell tool bag was leaning against the bed, and the clothes on my body showed no signs of being tampered with. Instead, there was a little blood stained on the bed sheet of the other party.

Dried blood clotted on the light-colored sheets, and I touched my face in embarrassment.

My throat was so thirsty, I half sat on the bed and looked around, only to find that there was a half-drunk glass of water on the bedside table.

It seems that the other party gave me medicine last night.

I reached for the glass in my hand and drank what was left, only to feel a little more comfortable.

Just when I was about to get out of bed, the door was suddenly opened.

It was the man who brought me back yesterday.

He seemed to come in just to get his hat, and he didn't expect that I would wake up suddenly, and the expression on his face froze.

I stared blankly at him.

"I put the washing things in the bathroom, and someone will deliver the clothes later." The other party seemed to be quite busy, and just after talking to me, the phone buzzed.

He raised his hand and gestured for me to go easy, then picked up the windbreaker coat hanging on the hanger with one hand, and left in a hurry.

With a muffled sound, the door was closed.

I sat on the bed with a dazed expression, but I still hadn't reacted.

Is the other party so big-hearted that he actually left a stranger with a controlled knife in his home alone.

But if I'm not serious, I might have to wait at the police station for Teacher Noctua to come and get me.

After getting off the bed, I went to the bathroom first, and just as the other party said, there was a set of toiletries on the empty shelf on the sink in the bathroom.

It took me 10 minutes to tidy myself up, and when I was putting my ponytail in front of the mirror, my ears suddenly caught the sound of the door lock turning slightly.

Is that person back again?

I ran out of the bathroom, but was disappointed to find that the person who came was not the kind man with orange hair, but an adult male with black hair and dark eyes.

He looked more surprised than I was.

"Central Plains cadres actually like such high school students..."

The other party muttered in shock.

Although it was very soft, it still couldn't escape my ears.

I always feel that this person seems to have misunderstood something, but if I explain it now, I always feel that it will get worse and worse. Anyway, I will leave Yokohama soon, so it is better to shut up.

Also, did that kind-hearted man have the same surname as Zhongyuan? It’s the same surname as that great writer in history. I read the poems of that great writer when I was studying. What a coincidence.

While thinking wildly, I took the clothes handed to me by the other party.

"Thank you." I thanked each other.

The black-haired man showed great sincerity and trepidation. He waved his hand hastily and said, "They were all cards swiped by the Central Plains cadres. I just bought them and sent them here."

After the other party delivered the things, he left in a hurry, his back seemed to be fleeing, as if he was afraid that if he stayed for a second, his life would be lost.

Me: ...the pace of life here is really fast.

I rubbed my forehead, opened the bag in my hand, and found several sets of girls' clothes inside.

Various sizes, several sets inside and out.

Then I worked up the courage to take a look at the hang tag.

... It's over, I guess the sum of my last mission bonus and this mission bonus may not be enough to pay back.

Oh, and my soiled sheets and mattress.

Looking at Mr. Zhongyuan's style of spending money like water, the things he uses will definitely not be cheap!

I trembled.

Forget about anything else, if someone helped me, I can't treat him as a wrongdoer, and I still have to pay back what is due.

I think, I struggle, I suffer.

Then I took out my phone and sent a message to Xia Youjie and Wutiaowu respectively.

"Are you there?"

Borrowing money, of course, has to be done step by step.

I stared intently at the screen, frantically spinning all kinds of words about borrowing money in my mind.

"What's wrong?" This is Xia Youjie.

"?" This is Gojo Satoru.

I squeezed the phone in silence for two seconds, and then solemnly pressed it down.

"Borrow some money to spend."

In the next second, a huge call request popped up on the phone screen.

Or a video call.