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Fu Heihui didn't know which of his tendons was wrong.In short, when he reacted, he had already promised Murata that he would not tell this matter to the outside world.

The two walked along the river to the bridge, Fu Heihui was at a loss.After thinking about it, he still couldn't help asking Murata, "Why didn't you tell the assistant supervisor?"

"If this kind of task is not reported to the assistant supervisor, not only will you not get paid, but it will also affect the rating of the magician."

Conjurer rating is not just a recommendation from a high-level conjurer.

It is equally important to rate the conjurer's own history of exorcism.

Murata: "This level of magic spirit can't be exchanged for much. And to be honest, I don't really care about ratings, salary, etc. In the beginning, I didn't even want to be a magician."

"I hate the world of conjuration, and I also hate the teaching philosophy of the college. Of course, the most hated is the family of conjurers—the Yusan family and their vassals."

Fu Heihui was taken aback: "...In that case, why do you want to become a magician?"

Murata answered very quickly without any hesitation: "Because I am not a conjurer, I will go to the national team to participate in the fencing competition, and I cannot live at home!"

"And I often have to go abroad to participate in exchange games. I will die if I keep running around away from my family like this!"

Fu Heihui: "..."

He swallowed all the thoughts about human nature and the bottom line that he had just guessed, pretending that he had never thought about it.

Murata held the back of his head with both hands, looked up at the stars in the sky, and sighed: "My family doesn't allow me to eat white rice as an old man, so I have to go out to work no matter what... It's too hard to go to school. High school didn't look promising either."

"I made a horizontal comparison. It is best to be a conjurer. It is neither a criminal profession, but also has official certification, and the salary is barely enough. Although I often have to face tasks that are more than three times the total number of conjurers. It's a sad reality, but as long as my level is low enough, I shouldn't be assigned many tasks."

"And my teacher said that if you don't want to accept the task, you can refuse it! There will be no follow-up troubles except that you will lose money!"

Fu Heihui: "...So, why do you hate the Yusanjia? They—do not conflict with your plan to become a magician to fish in troubled waters, right?"

"Because it's just disgusting."

Murata snapped his fingers and brought out the reasons why he hated them one by one: "It's already 2017, and it's too outrageous for families to insist on the bloodlines of legitimate sons and concubines? Now even bigamy is against the law, why are there still legitimate sons?" Such a thing as a bastard?"

"It's outrageous to expel him because the family members don't have excellent spells. The breath of water that has been passed down from generation to generation in our dojo has not been able to get a slap from anyone who can learn it. Other students who have not learned it go out Even if he is a student of our family, my father will not deny him just because he has not learned how to breathe water."

Fu Heihui pursed her lips, unable to refute.He said softly, "Sword skills... are not comparable to magicians, right?"

sorcerer.

swordsman.

No matter how you look at it, they are two completely incompatible professions.Even if Murata can exorcise the curse with a sword, it is because he has the talent of a conjurer himself.

Murata touched his chin, and said: "Well... Since it's Fu Hei, I'll just say a little bit about my thoughts. As for me——from the beginning of my career, I found that the so-called magic world is completely rotten. It's clear."

"Whether it's the outrageous theory of family lineage, or the high-level restraint on ordinary magicians, it's all rotten from beginning to end."

"I don't think there is any difference between conjurers and ordinary people. Everyone's pain threshold is different. It will be very painful for conjurers to lose their companions. It is also painful for ordinary adults to buy a glass of iced Coke and find that there are no ice cubes. You Do you think there is no comparison between the two pains?"

"However, I have seen ordinary adults who had a complete emotional breakdown and jumped off the building because there was no ice in the ice-cola. I have also seen conjurers who lost their companions and continued to live happily after adjusting for a period of time."

Murata lowered his eyes and said, "Whether it's a conjurer or an ordinary person, they are essentially just a way of life. If you follow the current practice of high-level conjurers in the conjuration world to forcibly block curse-related things to avoid panic, If ordinary people and conjurers are completely separated, the wounds that have been covered will only become more and more serious, and finally rot and pus."

"It is difficult for people to communicate with each other. If the conjurer group insists on making themselves a small group of special people, and is completely unprepared to expose their pain to another group, then it will not be understood or trusted. , isn't it a matter of course?"

He turned his head and looked at Fu Heihui.Fu Heihui listened very carefully, met his eyes unexpectedly, and was stunned for a moment; Murata slowly said the last sentence: "If everyone has their own meaning of existence, then the meaning of my existence is completely It runs counter to the meaning of the magic world. So it's normal not to like the magic world!"

He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, and the topic bounced away like a bouncing ball: "Oops, I thought about a lot of things tonight, and I feel like my brain is going to burn out—"

"Sure enough, people just can't use their brains too much, and it's easy to die if they use their brains too much."

Fu Heihui was still thinking about what Murata just said.

He seldom looks at problems completely from the perspective of ordinary people. After all, Fu Heihui was raised as a magician when he was very young.He just felt that there seemed to be an invisible wall between himself and Murata, completely separating their souls.

It's hard to describe that feeling, just like most people can't understand the relationship between rabbits and cats.Because they have no relationship.

"It's over, it's over, it seems that I really have too many brains."

Murata supported his forehead, and sat down on a nearby rock, with a twisted expression on his face: "I'm so dizzy, so dizzy, I have to sit down for a while."

"Fu Hei, would you like to sit and rest for a while?"

Fu Heihui sat down beside him, and raised his hand to recall the Jade Dog who had been following them.He was still thinking about what Murata said just now, and was a little lost in thought.

Murata, on the other hand, has obviously jumped to another dimension.

Murata: "The dojo in my hometown also has such a river, but it is a little bigger than this one. Every autumn, the river is full of dragonflies."

Fu Heihui followed Murata's description and went to see the river.

The moon was reflected on the surface of the river, shimmering, crushed and scattered one after another.

Murata laid the Hikari Knife across his knees, the black scabbard gloomy under the moonlight.Fu Heihui went to look at the scabbard out of curiosity—he hadn't seen Murata draw a knife yet.

Every time I saw Murata, his Japanese sword was quietly lying in the scabbard.

Murata: "Do you like my knives?"

The other party's gaze was keenly caught, and Fu Heihui felt a little awkward.But he has already adapted to Murata's personality a bit, nodded - hesitated for two seconds, then shook his head: "It's curiosity."

"It's normal, everyone will be curious about my knife when they see me."

Murata showed a proud smile, as if the sword was praised, he was praised.

He moved closer to Fu Heihui, looking at Fu Heihui with bright eyes: "Would you like to see my knife?"

Expectation was written all over Murata's face, and his palm was eagerly pressing on the handle of the knife.Fu Heihui was taken aback for a moment, but then felt a bit dumbfounded.

His long and dense eyelashes drooped, after all, it was the boy's curiosity that outweighed his embarrassment: "I want to see."

Murata pulled out the sun wheel sword from its sheath——the blade is a rare bluish-green color, and when it first came out of the sheath, it seemed to cut off a part of the moonlight in the world.

He handed the sun wheel knife to Fu Heihui, eagerly: "Do you want to touch it? Dragonfly likes you very much too."

Fu Heihui: "...Dragonfly?"

"Correct!"

Murata smiled brightly and nodded: "Dragonfly is the name of the sword."

"Your eyes are the same color as a dragonfly."

The first time he got a knife was by the river in the country dojo.The best blacksmith in the village snorted coldly and handed the Japanese sword to Murata, and Murata took the Japanese sword out of the scabbard——

Quiet and beautiful blue, but the tentacles are hot.

A pure green dragonfly flapped its wings and landed on the blade.So the mediocre genius Murata found something that made his heart beat at this moment.

his knife.

his dragonfly.

Point across the river, cut everything, a tough thing that is invincible.

Murata saw the same beautiful color in Fu Heihui's eyes.