I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"How will you be here!"

Fu Heihui's tone was full of anger that he didn't even notice. Although he knew intellectually that he had only met Dazai twice, the nerves buzzing in his brain were always crazily issuing warnings.

abnormal.

Beneath Osamu Dazai's elegant and glamorous appearance was a thick and filthy blackness that could not penetrate even a gleam of light.

The Dazai in front of him stuck his hand in his pocket, and tilted his head happily: "Oh, my friend!"

Who is the friend Jun? Fu Heihui forcibly suppressed this remark in his heart. It is difficult to describe his mood in a complicated way. The last time he had the idea of ​​dying together just to save this person, he was stunned by Dazai. Put on a dog leash that says "If you die, I will die together".

Then he was dragged by his trouser legs for half of the teaching building. Before he could figure out whether his mood was the same as that of a female high school student who was played by a scumbag, in a blink of an eye, he received another "you leave him!" stay away" warning.

So this guy is really not a good person.

Dazai smiled and said, "I'm holding a meeting here."

Fu Heihui was taken aback for a moment, but Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei gasped: "Xiao, Xiaosuge Yinkichi, Xiaosuke teacher?"

Dazai let out a bright and brisk laugh as if he had succeeded in a prank: "Ah, yes, Wild Rose-chan, we meet again, is there another scary monster appearing this time?"

"Can I have an autograph!"

"Of course." Dazai agreed, "I have a new book at home, which is pressed from Ebetsu's apricot flowers. Wild rose sauce should like it."

Nagasaki Wild Rose was about to be overwhelmed by supreme happiness.

Osamu Dazai is not only a beautiful boy with her aesthetic points, but now she has added a filter of writers, and the other party is also well versed in the tricks of coaxing girls, even if Osamu Dazai cheated her of her wallet in exchange for a short-term love, it would not be a loss at all.

Martyrdom is avoided.

Fu Heihui tried not to put a painful mask on his face, and said without respect: "That's right, so please leave quickly, Nagasaki, you go to the west to search."

Dazai innocently raised his hand, deftly bypassed Fu Heihui, and stepped out of the wooden door: "Ah, yes, I'll go now."

Then he bumped his head into some transparent barrier, he groaned, covered the place where he was bound by the bandage, and touched it with his tightly wrapped hand: "It hurts so much, what is this?"

The unhappiness in Fu Heihui's heart suddenly piled up to the peak.

He checked it, and had to admit that Dazai didn't pretend to lie to him, in fact, the whole venue was completely covered by [tents] at some point.

This place has become a trap for the enemy, Fu Heihui was startled, and suddenly remembered the body of Su Nuo Youren, who was coveted by all parties.

"You want to find Mr. Huzhang? Right?"

Just as he was running his brain at full speed, Dazai abruptly punctured what was in his mind, the feeling of being completely seen through suddenly hit him, he collected himself and was just about to speak.

Dazai seemed to have picked the time: "As a writer, it is inevitable to observe every detail of life, so my observation skills are very keen. If I remember correctly, Knotweed-kun should be upstairs."

Fu Heihui said with a sullen face, "Dazai."

"I won't say anything superfluous. In short, it's the same as last time, or even worse than last time. I suspect that we are in the field of flower creation by super-level magic spirits."

Dazai rolled his eyes, and repeated with a half-smile: "Make flowers?"

Fu Heihui glanced at him, rubbed the back of his head unhappily, and said angrily: "Ah, yes, the super imaginary curse spirit is all thanks to you, Mr. Xiaojian, the panic of making flowers is really a good book Book!"

He emphasized viciously, but Dazai didn't take it seriously, his kite-colored eyes sparkled with interest: "That is to say? This curse spirit is my artificial flower? Wow, it's so disgusting, it must be an orange one." Shorty slug."

"what?"

Dazai, on the other hand, said to himself: "Personally, I think it's better to be natural for fragile and beautiful things like flowers. If they are made by force, not only will they be ugly, but the flower maker will probably panic."

"What?" Fu Heihui said incomprehensibly, "Is this what you mean by panic about making flowers?"

"Of course not!" Dazai retorted unbearably: "How could I know what it means!"

Fu Hei: ...

"Speaking of which, Fuhei-kun, I've been curious for a long time." Dazai's unscrupulous appearance disappeared instantly, and he put on a smile that was not a smile, and that expression was like a painted strange shell.

"Why do you want to be a conjurer?"

"It's strange, isn't it? Even if a conjurer can earn money that ordinary people can't earn in a lifetime, the price/performance ratio is too low. You can see the fear of the curse, and you will be swallowed by the curse at any time. A death full of regrets, ah, what is it?" What a fool, he would choose to be a magician."

Fu Heihui's footsteps didn't stop at all: "I become a magician just because I want to save the people I want to save."

"Fuhei-kun!" Dazai applauded exaggeratedly: "As expected of Fuhei-kun, he has talent, and he wants to achieve his ideals in an independent manner. That's great!"

[For people with flaming ideals, those who are doing nothing, I am afraid that they have no more sense of existence than the weeds on the roadside. ]

The venue is huge, and Fukurohui used his fastest speed. After running for a long time, even his breathing became vaguely unsteady. He took the time to glance at Osamu Dazai. The other party still had his hands in his pockets, and his steps were brisk, maintaining Not too far away from him.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Fu Heihui stopped suddenly, his body swayed due to inertia, but he didn't care about it, and grabbed the communicator on his chest: "Mr. Yidizhi?"

"It's okay, Lord Fuhei." Yidizhi's relieved voice came from the communicator: "Although you are trapped in the tent, a quasi-first-level conjurer will exorcise the curse spirit with you. He's in the arena right now."

Fu Heihui also breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked intently: "Quasi-level one? Who is it?"

Yidizhi: "Maybe you know him. He is a member of the Chanyuan family. It is said that he is a member of the branch of the Zenyuan. In recent months, he has accomplished a lot of important tasks and was promoted very fast. You haven't heard of it. reason."

"Mr. Lian was a fourth-level conjurer a few months ago. If he can exorcise the super-level magic spirit and make flowers, he will probably be promoted to a first-level conjurer when he goes back."

Fu Heihui paused, his brow furrowed fiercely.

Zen garden lotus?Is that the uncle writer I saw at the door earlier?It's no coincidence that the monastery in his name turned out to be one of the three masters in the magic world.

To be precise, Fu Heihui should actually be called Zenyuan Hui. His senior sister Zenyuan Maki is also a direct descendant of the Zenyuan family, but because she was born with heaven and curses, she is regarded as the bottom of the Zenyuan family as a person without spell power. The spells he himself awakened were the supreme spells handed down by the Chanyuan family—the ten shadow spells.

Even if you asked Knotabagi Youroto to evaluate it, he would say that the Zenyuan family is rotten.

Strict hierarchy, oppressive atmosphere, ubiquitous discrimination, blood theory, class theory, people are divided into three or six grades at birth, people without talent can be consumables, tools, ornaments, puppets , but not human beings alone.

Based on Fu Heihui's understanding of the Chanyuan family, if Zenyuan Lian lived in the Zenyuan family as a fourth-level magician before...

living hell.

Hell on earth is not enough to describe his situation.

Dazai wobbled behind Fukui Hui, the smile on his lips deepened, he looked like an audience full of anticipation, ready to wait for the big show to start.

**

The scene on the balcony was really weird. A young conjurer was guarding a curse spirit behind him, and it turned out to be another older conjurer confronting him.

The Curse Master couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

No magician will protect the curse spirit. After all, even if some curse masters can use the curse spirit as a tool, their attitude is still contemptuous and disgusting. It is a complete aversion to "inhumans".

The elder conjurer took a very obvious step back when Kojou Yujin was preparing to attack.

He still maintains a condescending and contemptuous look on his face, but in fact he has already fallen into the predicament of sternness and indifference. It is strange that no matter how talented Katsuobu Yuren is, he is just a boy who has just been exposed to the magic world for a few months, and he Ever since he was born, he has never left the Chanyuan home for a single day.

The technique called Dental Articulation was so vulnerable to the Jingting Fist, which was purely outputting mana and had no foundation.

[talent. ]

[Ability, ability, ability, ability——!Another talented kid! ]

Zenyuan Lian's heart has been soaked in the black water of jealousy. Driven by this emotion, he did something that he would never do normally.

Zenyuan Lian took a heavy step forward.

"Boy, you are protecting a curse spirit!" He snapped, "You will be sentenced to death!"

"I know." Knotabagi Yuhito did not give in, and looked straight into the other person's eyes without dodging: "Whether it is the death penalty or accountability, after you contact Mr. Gojo, no matter what the result is, I will obey any conclusion of Mr. Gojo !"

Wutiao teacher.

Hearing this intimate address, Chanyuan Lian's face twisted instantly, as if a bottomless pit appeared in his stomach, leading him to fall continuously.

That's right, Gojo Satoru will protect this little ghost. When the Zenyuan family insisted on the death penalty for Yuzu Yujin, the white-haired magician came from the sky like a god, and the shock wave directly shattered the building in the center of the Zenyuan family. I don't know where the courage came from, I ran over desperately, hid behind a wall, and peeked through the slit that was shaken out by the aftermath of Wujo Wu's power.

A person like him cannot set foot in the main courtyard. Even if he occasionally passes through the porch, he must bow his head and keep his eyes fixed to show respect. Even if he spends half his life in the monastery, it is the first time he sees the full view of the main courtyard. .

At that time, he was actually terrified in his heart. He had seen the abilities of the sect members of the Zen Academy. Master Zhibiren, Master Zhiyi, Master Zhizai, Master Shan... were all powerful clansmen who made him not even feel jealous. Born to be people from another world, the gap is too great, and it is an honor even to look up at them timidly.

Facing such a group of strong men with great power, together with hundreds of guards "body stay team" and the surgical combat group "Bing", the black and dense formation of feathers and feathers connected into dark clouds like sea water, which made him Stand still under the murderous and pressure.

Gojo Satoru just stood with his arms folded, blindfolded, and spoke casually.

"——I want Knotweed Yuren to live."

……

I am the only one in the sky and the world.

Heaven and earth are under your control.