I am a writer in the world of sorcery

You have to take the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Yahara, but before Gojo Satoru bought the ticket, he suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and called Yijizhi, and then called a car to drive to the suburbs, Dazai and Xia Youjie talked He is used to this kind of character, but Natsume Takashi is obviously not used to it, he wants to ask the reason, but he is too entangled to ask.

Until a private plane circled above his head, and the wind from the swiveling wings blinded him.

Natsume Takashi: Yes, rich people——!

His nervousness rose several octaves, and he subconsciously looked at the reactions of his peers, but saw that Dazai looked up for a while as usual, without any fluctuation at all, and he didn't show any discomfort in his gestures.

When stepping on the last step, the white-haired man stretched out his hand, pulled him up easily, and put it aside.

No, this kind of getting along is too weird—from the perspective of visual effects, it is very harmonious, the body shape is just right, and both of them look very good-looking, but he always feels that Mr. Wujo is too distant...?

Takashi Natsume didn't know what expression to put on for a while, he had just made some mental preparations, but his eyes suddenly blurred, and he was already inside the cabin when he recovered, Osamu Dazai glanced at him, then turned his head to look out the window. The cat opened its mouth and meowed at him, then patted the sofa.

Possibly to tell him to sit down?Mr. Gojo and Mr. Kosuge are both conjurers, but the reputation of conjurers is particularly bad among monsters... Natsume can feel that since meeting Osamu Dazai, his danger radar has been ringing non-stop.

The accident happened without warning.

An arrow with an arrow painted red brushed past him, the sound of piercing the air was loud and sharp, his pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth for a moment to shout something, but the speed of the arrow was too fast, so fast He couldn't react at all.

The sharp arrowhead had already touched the skin, and it was about to sink into the flesh and blood.

"Snapped--"

Next to Osamu Dazai's ears, two slender and strong fingers easily clamped the arrow, and with a little force, the hard metal was directly broken into two pieces.

Takashi Natsume gasped violently, as if someone had stepped on the brakes suddenly, and said in shock, "Mr. Xiaosuge——"

Dazai sighed.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his arm, and the smile on his face disappeared a little. Although he could still maintain a smile, it was obviously not the pure smile before: "Really? Assassination?"

His good mood suddenly fell to the bottom, but it was not because he was assassinated.

Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes is an existence that breaks the balance. Since he was born, the number of assassinations he has experienced is uncountable, and the backyard of the curse master Gojo's house that he killed cannot be buried. Even so, he still has to deal with several per month. attacks.

But this time the assassin was obviously not after him.

"I'm still wondering when the next assassination will be." Gojo Satoru looked into the empty void, and his voice was creepy: "Who is the person who hired you?"

The white-haired conjurer obviously didn't even move, but the air in that place suddenly trembled violently. Not long after, a burly and strangely dressed curser fell to the ground kneeling while clutching his neck.

Dazai turned his face sideways, cast a glance with little interest, and looked away.

"Natsume-kun, please close your eyes."

The curser's neck was stuck by some invisible force, his trachea was strangled tightly, his face gradually turned from red to blue, and his nails were all split due to excessive force.

The corners of the white-haired man's lips raised: "Don't tell me?"

——the choked trachea made a gasp of dying.

As soon as the words fell, Natsume Takashi clearly heard the sound of human bones breaking, crackling and snapping, and in an instant, a tremor ran through the brain and the whole body, and the warning from the monster that he had received before coming to Tokyo suddenly came out.

[Conjurers are a bunch of lunatics. ]

Dazai yawned lazily, sat up from lying down, and his voice was soft, like a cat that hadn't rested: "Mr. out."

"No, you didn't intend to ask in the first place."

Gojo Satoru had been blindfolded before, but now he took off the blindfold. He sat down opposite Osamu Dazai and began to meow: "I wanted to ask, but I thought it would be troublesome to ask something."

After all, the five cats and cats just want to fish.

But this is still a bit strange. Curse masters usually don’t have so many twists and turns. They are usually hired thugs. It's also just that I learned that Dazai's technique can pose a threat to Tianyuan's barrier...

Plus his warning, even if you do it, you have to be honest for a while.

——No, it stands to reason that the director department shouldn't know that disqualification in the world will affect Tianyuan's barrier, but they just know it.

The whole thing is pretty weird.

Until now, he has not been able to analyze Dazai Osamu's technique. Disqualification in the world is a kind of power similar to mantra, but completely different. Six eyes can only see its function, but cannot touch its essence.

In addition, Tian Yuan has been staying in the basement of the high school of spells, so Rotten Orange's hand should not be able to reach in...

"It doesn't matter." Dazai said, "You will change your mind later."

"Because I can protect him well." Gojo Satoru said lazily. He suddenly thought of a possibility, but he didn't want to admit it. Cangtian Zhitong looked at Dazai for a while, and asked in a very casual tone: "Is it possible to cure?" Do you find it strange? Why would someone want to kill you all of a sudden?"

Dazai blinked in surprise: "I don't know at all."

……

Listening to the tone of the two people's daily chat, Natsume Takashi couldn't help tightening his hands holding the cat, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

[Conjurers are a bunch of lunatics. ]

**

In this era, Yahara is a town that can be called a paradise. The most direct manifestation is that it is not covered with thick filth like Tokyo. Gojo Satoru has six eyes and can see more clearly.

From a certain mark, the whole town is shrouded in clean white light, and the branches and leaves in the forest are more vibrant than other places.

No wonder there are gods that dissipate naturally here.

God is a weak and easily polluted existence, but it is very simple to create a god. Xia Youjie has done a very indescribable thing before-constantly changing the teachings and preaching to breed different types of gods, raising one and turning it into a mantra The queen subdued.

Gojo Satoru looked around: "Shall we stay in a hot spring hotel tonight?"

Because of the previous incident, Natsume Takashi was a little wary of the two people in front of him, but he still recommended some alternatives in a polite and thoughtful manner.

Returning to the familiar place, his tense mood relaxed a little.

"This store..."

Osamu Dazai stopped at the entrance of an ordinary shop, and for the first time showed an expression of interest on his face. Gojo Satoru followed his line of sight, and his expression suddenly became a little subtle: "Does Osamu like these things in the first place?"

It's a jewelry store.

It's not the frighteningly expensive accessories in Tokyo's bustling business district, or an ordinary handmade shop, with brooches, earrings, necklaces... There are a lot of types. With his eyes, it can be seen that a lot of effort has been put into the craftsmanship , but the materials are all cheap items.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't conform to Osamu Dazai's aesthetics.

Although he seems to be a student who wants nothing, but all the necessities in life are high-end goods, such as Tokyo penthouses, floor-to-ceiling windows with excellent views, custom-made expensive suits, and even writing something, he will deliberately choose that kind. Paper that has a beautiful texture when held up to the light.

"Is Mr. Xiaosuge going to buy some gifts for your cat?" Natsume didn't think too much about it: "I bought some ceramic bells here before, they are all cute, and the owner also accepts customization."

Osamu Dazai's eyes were about to light up.The indifferent attitude suddenly disappeared.

He can't wait to open the door.

The buildings in Yahara are all old-fashioned, and there are some low thresholds at the door. When Osamu Dazai entered the door, he jumped lightly like a rabbit with his feet together, and then rushed to the glass cabinet in a few steps, staring at the display on the velvet cloth. The item...collar.

The white-haired conjurer had a more subtle expression: ...

The nature of this kind of thing is probably similar to the bandage on Dazai's neck?Wild Rose seems to have said that it is called Choker?

It's kind of bad...

It's rare for Gojo Satoru to get distracted. It's not because he's old-fashioned or anything. The conjurers are basically eccentric and have all kinds of strange shapes. If Fu Heihui buys this thing, he can even give the other party a bell. It's okay, play it and listen to it.

But Osamu Dazai has a vague sense of youth, especially when his eyes are downcast and his body is covered with bandages. In addition, he likes to speak in that kind of intimacy and soft tone. He unexpectedly came up with an inexplicable idea for no reason——

that's terrible.

Realizing what he was thinking, Gojo Gojo was stunned for a moment, and reacted for a while with the tip of his tongue against the deep teeth, and suddenly laughed out loud. When Osamu Dazai turned his face to look at him because of the laughter, he didn't stop , Sticking it on it naturally, rubbing the glass with fingertips twice: "This kind of fabric will be a bit irritating to wear."

Gojo Satoru casually found fault, and took the opportunity to sell: "After returning to Tokyo, the teacher can take Zhi to the jewelry store to customize, any style is fine."

Osamu Dazai bent his eyes innocently: "No need."

"The jewelry stores in Tokyo are too high-end." Dazai turned his face sideways, the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy arc: "For me, these are completely enough."

He paused, and smiled politely: "I usually don't like to ask for other people's opinions when buying this kind of thing, but since it's Mr. Wutiao—which one do you like?"

Of course he doesn't like this thing, except for that dark dwarf slug, there is no one with such bad taste in Mafia, and sometimes he even wonders whether Zhong Yuanzhong is born to like to tie a dog chain around his neck——

Gojo Satoru didn't think there was a problem at all: "They all look similar?"

"Or just this one." He nodded through the glass: "It looks like there is one more workmanship than the others. The inner ring has been specially treated. It should be able to engrave something, such as a name or something."

The white-haired man bent down and lifted the puppet cat in front of his eyes: "You have gained a lot of weight recently, so your body fits well. How about engraving your name on it?"

He didn't see that when he said the answer, Dazai's expression flashed a flash of astonishment, and then he also laughed: "Ah, yes, yes, of course."

He pretended to use his fingers to fumble in the pocket twice, then stepped in and found the empty pocket, with an apologetic look on his face, but his voice was full of expectation: "Teacher Wutiao."

Seeing the tangle in the man's eyes, the corners of his lips deepened, "Then I'll trouble you to pay the bill."