The spell daily of the departed savior

Not long after the combat team left, the material department immediately sent another batch of materials over.The upright judge from before also followed and slapped Wuli on the sidelines about the captain of the combat team, but he could only leave without knowing anything in Wuli's expressionless indifference.

When Yue Zongjin walked out of the Daguang room on the third day, Wuli was checking the items with a list of supplies, and there was no response to his approach.

"Sanriyue, this is a newly delivered flower seed, please ask Song Xian for the specific work arrangement." Wuli handed over the bag with a calm expression.

Sanri Yue Zong took a closer look at Wuli, making sure that he really had no doubts, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Wuli, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"For example... what did I do?" Mikazuki Zongjin tilted his head, and the hair ornament on his head shook slightly: "Wuli-kun is very clear that I just left Honmaru."

Wuli raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Sangshen who was smiling, and turned his gaze back indifferently: "Most people have preconceived and arrogant characteristics, and like to judge others by their background and experience, and don't believe their eyes. Those born in a family are the pride of heaven, trash There are murderers/people/criminals in the field. Sanriyue, there is no need to pay attention to that kind of people. After seeing more, you will find that they are not worth your time."

Even though he knew his whereabouts could not be concealed from Wuli, Sanriyue Zongjin still raised his eyebrows in surprise at Wuli's answer.

At the same time, another guess arose in my heart—maybe, this new judge of my own has met someone who judges others by their origin?Or, Wuli Jun may have felt the arrogance of others because of his birth?

Sanri Yuezong laughed so hard that his eyes rolled.

What will the truth be?Ah, it really made the grandfather curious.

But Wuli didn't care about Sanri Yuezong's probing eyes on him.

His attention was attracted by a chessboard in the supplies.

【Xiao Li, why don't you like Go? 】

A man with dark green half-long hair was sitting in front of the chessboard, and asked the boy hiding not far away in distress: 【Teach Xiaoli books and sword skills, Xiaoli learns quickly, let Xiaoli try cooking, Xiao Li is also very obedient.Why resist Go alone? 】

The boy stopped chewing dry food, looked up at the man with puffy cheeks, and said expressionlessly: [Teacher, you must follow the rules of Go.I do not like. 】

The man sighed helplessly and gently, and waved at the young man: [Order is another kind of fun, I haven't tried to abide by it, how does Xiaoli know that he doesn't like it? 】

The boy's reaction was to quickly stuff the dry food into his mouth, then grab the long knife next to him and run away quickly: [Teacher I will learn in the future.But I still have a task, so let's go first. 】

……

But later, even if he wanted to learn, he never had the chance.

Wuli looked stunned and slowly withdrew the palm that was stretched out to the chessboard, clenched into a fist.

"Wu Li Jun, Wu Li Jun?"

Three days Yue Zongjin's call drew Wuli Piaoyuan's attention back: "What are you thinking about? A chessboard, is Wuli-jun interested in Go?"

Wuli didn't answer in a daze, and after a while, he squeezed out a single voice from his throat: "En."

His voice was hoarse: "San Riyue, can you play Go?"

Sanri Yuezong was stunned.

Wuli lowered his head halfway, his long black hair slid down his shoulders, covering his expression: "Teach me."

On the third day, Yuezong smiled like a crescent moon, and did not ask: "Okay."

……

As a spacious hall that can accommodate hundreds of people and undertake functions such as meetings and dinners, the Daguang Room is not suitable for daily living.

Sanri Yue Zongjin finally made a decision to move out of the Daguang room, and chose the room on the first floor farthest from Wuli's study as his residence.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga also moved his residence from the beam of the front hall to the empty room next to Wuli's study on the first floor after Tsukami Munechi completely left Daihiroma—Tsuruki would always fall asleep and leave the beam from the beam. No matter how vigilant Tsurumaru Kuninaga is, putting the crane ball in his arms carefully every time before going to sleep will have no effect.

Every time Tsurumaru Kuninaga wakes up, he has to face a pile of crying and poorly coaxed crane cakes, which is also a headache.

"The grandfather in the Heian period slept in a large room, and he was not afraid of problems with his legs and feet from freezing."

If it wasn't for guarding against Mikami Tsukimune, Tsurumaru Kuninaga wouldn't have to stay on the beam that was convenient for action and investigation.Therefore, when carrying the crane ball and moving to the new room, Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at Mikazuki Munekin who was walking in the opposite direction, and his tone was definitely not good: "I chose the room at the end of the corridor this time. Grandpa is not afraid of stroke."

Mikazuki Zongjin smiled and took Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sarcasm as concern, and said: "The young people are too lively, and the old man is a light sleeper. It's better to stay away."

Wuli didn't care about the undercurrents between the Sangshen, and received Go lessons at Sanri Yuezongjin on time every day.

But Sanri Yue Zongjin began to regret a little, why did he agree to teach Wuli to learn Go: "Wuli Jun, maybe you are more talented in other areas."

Wuli pretended that he couldn't hear Sanri Yuezong's euphemistic persuasion, and left with a blank expression.

Sanri Yuezong looked down at the chessboard, his expression was indescribable: ... Wuli Jun trapped himself to death again.How did you do it?

Fu Sangshen sighed, and pushed the chessboard aside: "Mr. Wuli, you don't have to be so persistent about things you are not good at. There used to be a god-inspector who was killed by my grandfather because he was too obsessed with improving his strength. .”

Wuli was indifferent to the horrible past that Sanri Yuezong said plainly, and dragged the chessboard back without raising his eyes: "Oh."

"One more round."

Mikazuki Zongjin: ………

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The aroma of coffee filled the common room of the Conjuration Academy.

The conjurer who had just returned from his mission took off his glasses tiredly, and rubbed his sore brows and eyes.

The blond hair has been carefully treated with hairspray, and it is neatly combed into a three-to-three-quarter hairstyle without any mess.With a crisp white suit and a blue shirt, he looks more like a financial elite who goes to and from an investment bank than a conjurer—only a yellow tie with leopard spots breaks a sense of serious elite.

"Yo! Qihai." A man with white hair and blindfold suddenly appeared beside him, and greeted him with a smile and raised his hand: "How is the mission? Did it go well?"

Jianren Nanami was not surprised by Wujo Satoru's sudden appearance.

He was used to ignoring this unreliable senior, picked up the coffee on the table in front of him and sipped it, the mellow and strong taste slightly softened his expression.

Then he shook out the newspaper, blocking Gojo Satoru's face from his sight.

"Eh——? Is Qihai so indifferent to my dear senior? Senior is so sad." Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed down the hateful newspaper, pretending to be hurt: "So in order to comfort the hurt senior, Qihai accompanied How about I go on a business trip together?"

"No." Qihai Jianren took back the newspaper from Gojo Satoru, with a calm expression: "I refuse to work overtime."

"Then you're going to miss something interesting." Gojo Gojo propped his face with his hands, tilted his head and said persistently: "The person I want to meet on a business trip must have something in common with you, Qihai. Fortunately, I was looking forward to meeting you What about the scene at the time, don’t you really want to satisfy your senior’s curiosity?”

Qihai Jianren was unmoved.

"Qi~Hai~Hai~~" Gojo Satoru slammed his head under the newspaper, making Qihai Jianren's entire field of vision full of his own face that suddenly appeared: "The other party is a very interesting person, but it's a pity that he will soon die It's gone. You-really-don't-plan-and-me-go-rescue-a-do-"

Jianren Qihai closed his long and narrow eyes, and chose to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Gojo Satoru straightened up with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be "tsk tsk tsk" with regret, and then walked towards the door with his long legs.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Jianren Qihai slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you really not going! Don't regret it~" Gojo Satoru suddenly turned around, pointing at Jianren Nanami in a strange gesture with both hands and feet.

"..."

Jianren Qihai calmly looked away from Gojo Satoru's pretendingly cute smile: "No, thank you."