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"I received a total of two commissions, and the locations are quite close, so I just packed them up and picked them up together."

Yinshen stopped the car, untied the seat belt after turning off the engine, and looked sideways at the young man in the passenger seat: "Didn't your teacher tell you to go to that... Didn't the High School of Magic report?"

"You follow me to run around in the countryside now, does your teacher have any objections?"

Murata kowtowed on pumpkin seeds, lazily nestling in the co-pilot seat: "The high school hasn't started yet. The teacher also said that it doesn't matter whether I go or not. My fighting style has already formed, and the teacher over there can't teach me at all. .”

"Going to school there is just making up cultural lessons."

Yinshen smiled, but didn't answer.He opened the car door and got out of the car, and stretched outside: "The air in the countryside is really good. I've lived in Tokyo for a long time, and I feel like I haven't breathed such fresh air for a long time."

"I think it's pretty much the same."

Murata jumped out of the car, closed the door, and glanced around lazily and casually: "The client's request?"

Yinshen took out his phone and looked at it: "It's a child from the town who disappeared for no reason... The mayor suspected that it was a monster. He didn't know where he got our contact information, so he came to the door."

Hidden God is a monster who runs a firm specializing in dealing with the same kind.However, the people he cooperates with the most have always been government officials, and he doesn't do much casual work like this.

After all, the truth of Yokai Office needs to be carefully concealed like an apple core.

Murata is not a monster, but he does odd jobs in the office.

He knocked on the pumpkin seeds, put the shells in the left pocket, and put the pumpkin seeds in the right pocket, showing a thoughtful expression: "It seems to be very troublesome."

Yinshen patted him on the shoulder: "Old rules, I will cause trouble, and you will solve it."

Murata nodded: "Okay——"

Immediately afterwards, Murata's cell phone rang, and he took out his cell phone to look at it, and paused for a moment of nibbling pumpkin seeds.Yinshen asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Murata handed the screen of the phone to Shen Yin: "It's an urgent notice, from the magician group. A magic spirit appeared nearby, and it was initially determined to be level three. I hope the magicians near Saitama Prefecture can arrive as soon as possible." ■■The south gate of the park...the name of this park sounds familiar."

Yinshen pointed to the tall and dilapidated Ferris wheel not far away: "That's where it is? We just drove by there."

Murata: "...that's right."

He threw the phone into Yuori's wide pocket: "Then I'll deal with that curse spirit first, and I'll come back to you after the fight."

Before the words fell, the young man had already run away.Yin Shen, who was left in the same place, couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and said to himself: "This guy—forget it, let's see what's delicious here. Well, let's find a ramen shop, Murata likes to eat that... "

When Murata arrived at the south gate of the park, a yellow cordon had already been pulled up.He was about to go in, but was stopped by the police and drove him away: "Students! There is a case being handled here, don't join in the fun, those who should go to school should go to school quickly."

He fished in the left pocket that contained the pumpkin seed shells, and took out a student ID card with the pumpkin shells on it - with Murata's name written on it, and the stamp certificate of the fourth-level conjurer.

Murata patted off the melon seed shells on it, and handed over his student ID card to the police.

The policemen glanced at the student ID card, and their attitude changed immediately. They spread out to the left and right, making way for Murata.

Murata bent down and lifted the cordon, and entered.The policeman followed Murata and said nervously, "The supervisor said that the curse spirit inside might be a third-level curse spirit, can you?"

Murata scratched his head: "It shouldn't be a big problem."

The two walked a certain distance inside, and met the counseling supervisor: a very intellectual big sister wearing glasses.

When she saw Murata, she was also taken aback.

The counseling supervisor said, "Are you a conjurer nearby?"

Murata looked at the black tent that was cast, and his palm was already pressed on the handle of the knife.He is not very sensitive to the breath of the curse spirit, but Murata knows that as long as he enters the tent, the curse spirit will take the initiative to attack him.

"Leave it to me here."

Showing a very reliable and hearty smile to the big sister, Murata turned his head and rushed into the tent in two or three steps; he ran so fast that the supervisor had no time to introduce the situation inside to him.

She didn't react until no one was there, annoyed: "I haven't asked what level of magician he is yet!"

The policeman still remembered the student ID card he had just seen, and said, "He just showed me the student ID card, which is a fourth-level conjurer."

Counseling supervision: "...Level [-]?!"

She turned around in a hurry, like an ant on a hot pot: "Are you kidding! I actually put a fourth-level magician in there to deal with the third-level magic spirit?!"

The fourth level is the entry level, and the difference between the third level and the third level is not the difference between the third level magician and the second level magic spirit!What's more, even for spell spirits of the same level, because of the spells and innate skills, the difference in attack power is by no means a star!

And the third-level curse spirit trapped in the tent at this time happened to be a third-level curse spirit that was very close to the second-level and extremely aggressive!

"Calm down, calm down, I can't mess myself up first."

The tutoring supervisor took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.She took out her mobile phone and continued to summon the nearby conjurers, hoping that a relatively reliable conjurer would appear in Saitama Prefecture—do not require harmless exorcism, at least cast a spell on the idiot who ran in recklessly just now Let's talk about it after the teacher is rescued! !

After Murata crossed the tent, the world as far as he could see immediately changed dramatically: one-eyed, three-eyed, weak magic spirits huddled together, rushing towards him like a river rushing down.

Faced with this seemingly massive attack, Murata just took off the Japanese sword worn under the haori and slashed vertically.

He didn't even take off the scabbard. The moment he slashed down from the Rilun Knife, the sharp scabbard was just right, like cutting tofu, easily splitting the weak curse spirit in half.

Even if there were curse spirits mixed on both sides who were lucky enough to fail to face the scabbard, they were crushed by the terrifying wind of the knife.

The scabbard was supposed to be blunt, but when Murata slashed it to the ground, it left an extremely sharp deep mark on the floor tiles.

After cleaning up the noisy and weak magic spirits, Murata's vision became wider, but it was a bit scary; all he could see was the body of a huge boa constrictor, the pattern on the snake's body was composed of humans, howling and screaming.

The boa constrictor swung its body, although it was huge but extremely flexible, its head was like a meteor hammer hitting Murata.

Murata whistled and dodged to the side; the snake's head hit the ground with a loud noise, and several cracks spread across the ground centered on the snake's head.

At the same time, the 'pattern' on the snake's head squirmed, and the person lying on it crawled down like a zombie, his movements were stiff, drooling, and he looked at Murata with green eyes.

"Well, I hate this type of curse the most."

Murata held the handle of the knife, his breath restrained, his crimson pupils gradually narrowed, like a dangerous beast.

The moment he sank forward, the Sun Wheel Knife came out of its sheath—the blade was a transparent turquoise, like an emerald that could see the sun through the crystal.

In Murata's hand, the knife reveals a strange and deadly beauty, like the wind blowing catkins in March, gently passing the neck of the puppet and the curse;

It wasn't until the blade was sheathed again that the puppet's head fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

After putting away the knife, Murata landed. Just as he was about to look back at his masterpiece, he suddenly heard: "Jade dog!"

Murata: "?"

In the next second, he was caught by the big fluffy dog, staggered half a step back, stabilized his body, and hugged the big dog that suddenly ran into his arms in a daze.

What is this?

curse?Doesn't it seem like it?

The big dog raised his head and enthusiastically licked Murata's face.

"Jade dog! Come back!"

The boy in the light brown school uniform repeated again and again, and the big dog grudgingly dismounted from Murata's body with two groans, and turned back to its owner with its tail down.

Fu Heihui heaved a sigh of relief, touched Yugou's head, and then raised his eyes to look at him calmly: he was wearing an ordinary black shirt with white feathers on the outside, and had a very impressive younger sister's head.

Looks... Delicate, but easily forgotten.Probably the kind of passer-by face that often appears in the background of comics.

He walked up to the other party and apologized: "Because you have a cursed filth on your body, Jade Dog is a little excited, but it has no malice."

Murata didn't respond, and looked at Fu Heihui in a daze, his pupils vaguely showing signs of turning into vertical pupils.

His silence obviously misunderstood Fu Heihui, Fu Heihui pursed his lips slightly, and said, "As an apology..."

"My name is Murata."

The boy with a passerby face nervously wiped his hands on his feathers, then stretched out his clean hands to Fu Heihui, and said dryly, "May I know your name!"

Fu Hei: "..."

He stretched out his hand and shook Murata's hand, "My name is Fuhei."

After shaking hands, Murata showed a bright smile: "I'm here on business in Saitama County, and I stopped by when I saw the group of conjurers asking for help. Is Fuhei too?"

Fu Hei: "...I was called over by the supervisor."

Murata was surprised: "The tutoring supervisor actually still has your contact information?!"

Fu Hei glanced at him, Murata's surprised expression was not fake.This time it was Fu Hei's turn to be puzzled: "The tutors and supervisors all have their own fixed areas of responsibility. Isn't it normal for conjurers who often live in a certain place to have the contact information of the local tutors and supervisors?"

Murata clenched his fist and slapped his palm, suddenly realized: "So it is like this!"

Fu Hei: "Don't you know?"

Murata answered honestly: "I only became a conjurer three months ago, and I haven't entered school yet."

Fu Hei paused.He tilted his head, raised his thick eyelashes, and looked at Murata with turquoise eyes—I don't know if it was an illusion, Fu Hei always felt that the moment he looked over, Murata looked a little...excited?

"Three months ago...you became a conjurer?"

Fu Hei repeated Murata's words, and his eyes fell on his sword inexplicably: "Then you also learned your sword skills three months ago?"

Murata blinked and blinked: "No, I have learned swordsmanship since I was a child. My family runs a sword dojo, and I have been playing around with a wooden knife since I can remember."

"Where is Fu Hei? When did Fu Hei become a magician?"

Fu Hei withdrew his gaze again, a little unable to resist the familiar enthusiasm of this person: "...you must be in your teens. After awakening the spell, you will start to be a magician."

"You shouldn't have only four grades, who is responsible for rating you?"

This question has not been answered for a long time, and Fu Hei can't help but look at Murata again curiously—a big question mark appears on the handsome face of a passer-by: "Rating? What rating?"

"Isn't the teacher just filling in the grade?"

"..."

Fu Heihui: "I want to ask, is your teacher called Gojo Wu?"