I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Ah, I'm sorry." Dazai squinted his eyes, as if dazzled by the light: "I'm sorry, my eyes are really hurting, so I'll put some eye drops first."

"Please."

Using two fingers, Osamu Dazai deftly pulled out a bottle of liquid sealed in delicate glass from his coat pocket. There was no label on the body of the bottle, and it didn't look like an industrial batch product.

If Sanlun Xia was present, she would definitely recognize that it was the cow's tears that she did not resist Dazai's pitiful begging eyes, and only after doing several missions in a row did she buy it.

Dazai blinked uncomfortably, and then stared at the person in front of him in amazement: "Mister's appearance is just like that of a Bodhisattva."

With long narrow eyes and long earlobes, the man is only wearing five cassocks loosely. When he is not smiling, he looks like a stone statue carefully carved by a craftsman.

The man opened his eyes slightly, and then burst out laughing: "Mr. Xiaosuke, my name is Yusuo."

He took out a hand-copied thread-bound "The Fear of Making Flowers" from his cassock, and solemnly placed it in front of Dazai: "Although it's just a meeting, can you please sign your name for me, sir?"

"Wow." Dazai didn't comment on the man citing Guanyin's name, he just stood up happily: "Ah, I'm so honored, so honored that I'm so grateful."

"I have to be more serious about this kind of book that consumes a lot of energy."

He deliberately asked the organizer to ask for the pen and ink that he had prepared for the middle-aged writer during the warm-up event. The other party was considered a calligrapher before writing a novel, and his autograph could also be used as a gimmick for the signing.

Osamu Dazai smoothly wrote the four Chinese characters "Kosuge Yinkichi" on the title page of the book.

Fu Heihui was unfortunately blocked at the door, and their work pressure suddenly doubled, just because Mr. Xiaosuge stopped the meeting very capriciously. People who waited in line for a long time but were disappointed will inevitably have negative emotions.

The evidence is that the curse spirit they exorcised suddenly became stronger.

"Hurry up and finish the task." Nagasaki Wild Rose angrily tore up a curse spirit: "Hey, I also want to get an autograph——I heard from the person who just left that Mr. Xiaosuke's calligraphy is no less than those of everyone , but only one lucky guy got the teacher's autograph today."

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "Maybe because I am JK, Mr. Kosuge can also be moved by my sincerity. Doesn't it mean that everyone is very tolerant to JK?"

[If Mr. Kosuge is a calligrapher, it is no wonder that he refused to sign. ]

Fu Heihui had an expression of "I don't know her", but his inner thoughts were the same as Nagasaki's. He said flatly: "The calligraphy of calligraphers is very precious, they don't write easily."

Calligraphers, writers, painters... Such traditional occupations are always respected by everyone in society, especially famous people, whose status is no less than that of politicians. They can naturally be tolerated and respected by everyone. Ordinary people In front of them, it seemed that he was born inferior to him.

Weirdness is called aloofness, stinginess is called nobleness, and withdrawn is called freedom. All negative descriptions can be reversed and praised in them.

A sharp sneer: "It's just a few words."

"Calligraphy requires unremitting efforts and long-term accumulation. The most important thing is the state of mind. Only with a mood that blends into the circumstances of life can one write a good handwriting. What's more, writing is not a child's play!" The sour face pointed.

Nagasaki Wild Rose turned her head inexplicably: "Uncle, who are you? Do you need me to teach you the principle of not casually flirting with female high school students?"

Fu Heihui kneaded the bridge of his nose speechlessly, and looked hesitantly at the sign on the middle-aged man's chest: "It's Mr. Lian, right? Mr. Lian of the Chanyuan is a writer who attended with Mr. Xiaosuge."

Nagasaki Yarose raised her left eyebrow.

[Not impressed at all. ]

At the beginning, Fu Heihui was concerned about the other party's surname, but Zenyuan Lian had never appeared in his memory. After thinking about it again and again, he reckoned it was just a coincidence, after all, Zenyuan is not a particularly rare surname.

He must have thought too much.

"Sorry."

Fu Heihui couldn't be bothered to spend any more time talking with a strange middle-aged man, so he bowed flatly, without even looking at him, dragged Wild Rose, and left in a rowdy way.

Knotabagi Yourhito fell into a dilemma.

The place where he is currently is the enclosed terrace on the east side of the venue. Since the terrace is covered by a screen, there are not many people coming. There are only three of them. Only when the flow of people decreases, can I come here free.

Just stepping on this staircase, I felt an uncontrollable shudder, which spread along the soles of my feet and down my spine, and then trembled in my brain.

Not good.

Not only is it bad, he never imagined that a first-level curse spirit would nest in the small balcony and stay there for so long.

With just one glance, he can tell that this curse spirit is the imaginary curse spirit [making flowers] that Yi Dizhi said.

Exactly the same as the description in the book.

The appearance of "Zaohua" is not as ferocious as he is used to. On the contrary, this curse spirit barely maintains a human shape, its face is blank, as if its five sense organs have been cut off by someone, and its body looks like tattered sutures. At first glance, it seems to be too fragile to withstand a single blow.

...The current high-level mantra is cheaper than wholesale wakame?

It seems to be very yearning for the dense crowd of worker bees in the venue, pacing back and forth on the terrace, but when its toes touched the line between the door, it seemed to be on fire again, "Whoo—— "Hiding back.

The imaginary mantras all have a root that makes them form, and the root of making flowers is the negative emotions and desires triggered by Dazai's book.

It is eager to blend in with the crowd, but it dare not blend in with the crowd. If it completely loses the chance to blend in with the crowd, it will go crazy in an instant and "blend into the crowd" by any means.

Knotweed doesn't even want to think about what the mantra spirit's "merge into the crowd" is.

Kunzhang Yuren glanced at the scene outside the transparent door. This venue is too big, and his companions can't find him for a while. As people leave one after another, the frequency of the curse spirit is pacing back and forth faster and faster , and the movements became more and more anxious——

do not care!

He took a deep breath, black flames wrapped in blue magic power, burning blazingly on the boy's fists.

Jingting Fist!

Due to his special magic power, each blow of Jingting Fist can cause two damages to the opponent. When he stepped on the pillar, he avoided the attack of the curse spirit. chest, and then several consecutive punches.

...hit.

Even though he had dealt effective damage, the pink-haired boy slowly froze in place, unable to move, his throat blocked.

【Zaohua】did not frantically rush forward to fight back, its actions were beyond the comprehension of Knotabagi Yuhito.

It just fell to the ground in pain, on the ground like a bag of wet mud, hid towards the corner, and then curled up tightly into a ball.

"No, no, no...don't."

The creaking and incomprehensible murmurs came out intermittently from the empty facial features, and only then did Yuzhang Youroto see the narrow slit, no accident, it should be the vocal organ of the curse spirit.

"help me."

The magic power around Youren's body disappeared without warning. In the next second, he stepped forward without hesitation and squatted down: "Can you understand what I said?"

The hostility of the magician boy was gone.

"What can I do for you, please tell me!" He sincerely stared at the curse spirit in front of him, even in the face of such a hideous monster, his amber pupils were still clear without any disgust.

It was as if he was not facing a curse spirit, but a person who reached out to him.

"What are you doing!"

Accompanied by the sound of the sliding door being pulled open, an old, dusty leather shoe stepped proudly on the floor: "You are a curse master? Otherwise, why didn't you exorcise it? Disgusting, disgusting - it's so dirty."

Yuzu Yuhito turned his head abruptly, his pupils constricted, reflecting a middle-aged male figure: "Wait!"

"Spell spirits must be exorcised. Such things have no ability to think at all."

"A high school student? It's really useless." The other party was condescending, and glanced at Youren Knotabagi as if looking at some lowly creature: "Are you going to attack me for a curse spirit? Attack a spellcaster?"

The pink-haired boy was stunned, clenched his teeth, but slightly loosened his clenched fingers, and his gaze stayed on [Zaohua] without blinking.

The man smiled triumphantly.

"Dental flow."

The curse spirit trembled violently for a moment, as if it heard something extremely terrifying, and saw that the shikigami-like spell power condensate was about to pounce in front of it, it still didn't fight back.

"--wrong."

The black flame suddenly flashed across the narrow space, the shikigami was smashed into pieces by the knotweed Yujin, and the young conjurer maintained a posture of preparing to attack, with a solemn face, he spoke every word.

"He's asking me for help, and he can still think."