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[Ah ah ah! ! !I'm crazy ah ah ah ah! ! !My long-haired beauty, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh]

【No! ! ! !I do not accept! ! !Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

【Already fainted from crying, woo woo woo woo】

[Just... just cut it across the board like that? 】

[Hair is so hard to grow, do you know that, hey! ! ! ! (Roar from bald people!!!!!!)]

[Although short hair looks good too, but... I'm still a beauty with long hair! !Wang burst into tears]

[Why did the anchor cut his hair? 】

[Is it because you are afraid that the magic tool will be invalidated by accident if your hair touches it?Didn’t he ask for a pair of gloves, otherwise the shackles wouldn’t be able to be put on at all]

[Hiss~ There is a possibility, but this...isn't it...isn't it okay to tie your hair...]

【Grass!Suddenly got to this point, did you ask Mori Ogai for a rubber band?I died laughing hahahahaha]

[Hahahahaha, I thank you goose goose on the grass upstairs... I was laughed at]

[Goose goose goose can't live without laughing box box box box]

[Let's not talk about the hair, some big guys explain, what do these two hearted people want to do? 】

[Upstairs, my understanding is that although Mori Ogai accepted the commission from the magic world, he has now reached an agreement with the anchor, and is going to turn around the magic world, probably like this? 】

[What I got was pretty much the same. The attitude of Sencha was vacillating before, but through this conversation, it seems that I saw that the value of the anchor is higher than that of the magic world, so I did not hesitate to turn my back on it]

[The forest chips that betrayed the water several times in a few days are really crumbs.]

【crumbs, too crumbs】

[Okay, I can be sure, the anchor is a crazy critic, lie down peacefully]

[I love crazy batches!I love crazy batches! !I love crazy batches! ! ! 】

[Crazy criticism of beauties hehehehe]

[Collect the saliva upstairs]

【I don't understand. Didn't he meet Gojo Satoru before he came to Port Hei? Why not let this strongest person assist him? 】

[Even asked him not to intervene for the time being, it's difficult to deal with]

[1, and I feel that the brain is also secretly planning something bad, it's a very bad feeling]

[Don't worry about Brain Flower's plan, but what the anchor wants to do doesn't seem to be a big deal]

[agree]

......

Picking up the white silk gloves and putting them on, Aihara Kiyoshi let Mori Ogai put on the shackles.

The fabric on the wrists insulated the skin, allowing the spell to continue to work.

He whispered: "Bai will be taken care of by you for the time being."

Mori Ogai's generous commitment.

"Don't worry, Mr. Aihara, I won't let you down."

After getting the guarantee, Aihara Qing followed the gang members who were responsible for escorting him and prepared to leave.

The voice of the current leader came from behind again.

"What if your student doesn't want to stay in Port Hero? He seems to be very attached to you... Aihara-sensei."

Wearing the magic tool, he could see the unwillingness and patience in the eyes of the white-haired curse spirit.

but...

"If he is really disobedient, Zhongye's force can completely suppress him, so there is no need to worry."

Pausing in his footsteps, Aihara Kiyoshi turned his head and smiled.

"If he tries hard enough...let him come."

Very pampering.

"Ah...Understood."

Mori Ogai was thoughtful.

The current leader watched the youth disappear at the end of the corridor.

Turning around, he ordered someone to hand over the newly forged magic tool to Chuya Zhongyuan.

Also a pair of glasses.

I'm really looking forward to it... What kind of surprise will Kiyoshi Aihara bring him?

"The curse spirit will be handed over to you, Chuya."

"Yes, boss."

The gravitationalist put on his glasses, and the white-haired human-shaped curse gradually emerged in his eyes.

......

The car escorting Kiyoshi Aihara stopped in front of a traditional Japanese garden.

"People have brought it."

A port mafia member in a black suit opened the car door, and a young man in manacles stepped out.

The people who came to greet him looked Aiyuan Qing up and down with critical eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work. The commission has been paid in full. I look forward to the next cooperation."

"You're welcome, just doing things with money."

After completing the delivery task, the members of Port Black left, and only Kiyoshi Aihara and the conjurer who came to hand over remained outside the courtyard.

No one else came to watch, and it seemed to be certain that the youth could not escape.

"Aihara Kiyoshi... right?"

The youth responded with a smile.

"Yes."

The conjurer approached the courtyard, motioning for Aihara Qing to follow.

"Come with me, how courageous you are, taming the curse spirit? It's against common sense... This is the death penalty."

The youth's reaction was unexpectedly calm.

"Oh? Death penalty? Who will judge it?"

It seemed that he didn't know what was going to happen next, Aihara Kiyoshi's tone was still relaxed, as if he was chatting everyday.

He even admired the garden scenery with great interest.

It seems that you are not going to die, but on an outing.

"Of course it's a high-level person in the magic world." The man felt that Aihara Qing had asked something stupid.

Seemingly a little incomprehensible, the young man raised his own confusion.

"Sorry, I don't seem to understand. Are the high-level people in the magic world judges? They have the right to sentence criminals to death?"

Then he shook his head suddenly.

"Oh...I'm wrong, I don't think I'm a criminal either."

Such naive and offensive words made the conjurer feel uncomfortable, and his tone became hasty.

"...You! Sinful! Unrepentant!"

Turning his head, the conjurer frowned, and looked at Aihara Qing with scrutiny.

Immediately, his brows stretched, and he snorted arrogantly.

Don't worry so much, after all, this person will be executed soon.

The authority of the top cannot be violated.

"Hmph, go in and repent, and recognize your sins."

Then, leave this world with regret and fear.

He led Aihara Qing into a long corridor with a wooden door at the end.

The conjurer opened the door.

Aihara Kiyoshi followed him into the door.

The room is very large, to be precise, it is more like a conference room.

Or rather, like a trial court.

There is a narrow passage in the middle, and at the end of the passage there is a platform above three steps, and there are chains and charms attached to it.

It looks a little familiar, just like the pattern of bound spell spirits seen in the dark dungeon at the port.

Aihara was clear.

That should be his execution place.

On both sides of the aisle are steps, on which there are long tables and chairs for the conference room.

Masked people in kimonos or western-style dresses sat on top, as if they had come to watch the execution.

Under the leadership of the conjurer, Aihara Qing stepped onto the execution platform.

Discussions came from all directions.

"This is the human being who tamed the curse spirit."

"It's a big treason, a violation of human relations."

"It's a pity to have a good skin."

"Ridiculous and audacious."

"How can something like a curse spirit be domesticated, it's just used."

"madness."

......

They sat on the high platform, looked down at the lamb placed on the platform, and talked loudly.

"Cough cough..."

An old voice came from the door, and the discussions in the room fell silent for an instant.

An old man hunched over and leaned on a cane, walking towards Xiang Yuanqing.

Behind him was a tall young man with a spell in his hand.

The magic tool was wrapped in a white bandage.

It seems to be the execution tool this time.

The old man stopped five steps away from Xiang Yuanqing.

"Are you guilty?"

Although standing on the execution platform, Aihara Qing did not panic.

He was condescending, with a casual tone, and looked at the old man.

"I don't know...this...grandpa."

"How dare you offend your lord?!" The tall man in black clenched his fists and moved forward angrily.

The old man raised his hand to stop him.

He didn't care about such an offense.

not guilty...

"Really? Then go to hell and repent."

Ignoring Ai Yuanqing any more, the old man turned around and went up the steps to sit down with someone's support.

He gave the order.

"Put it to death."

The old man didn't take Xiang Yuanqing seriously - he was just an ant without magic power, so there was no need to waste any more words.

The tall man in black strode up to the execution platform and untied the bandages that bound the magic tools.

It was a huge machete.

The man's expression was very excited, as if he was happy to see the life lost in his hands.

He has done this countless times.

Rough hands grabbed Aihara Kiyoshi's hair at the back of his head, forcing him to look up.

The young man's gold-rimmed glasses were also knocked aside by his rude movements.

"You don't know..."

Big guy...

The remaining few words were stuck in his throat.

man discovers...

His spell power—all gone.

"how come......"

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Ah~ah~ why..."

Looking up at the man with his head up, Aihara Kiyoshi has no expression on his face, and his tone is loose and impatient.

"Obviously... I've already cut my hair off, why are there still people who don't want to let it go?"

Because it is easy to be caught by people's hair during the battle, and the long hair will make them invalid immediately when it touches the magic tools, so he simply borrowed Mori Ogai's knife to cut the long hair across the board.

However, these people are still...

"The scalp hurts, big man."

After finishing the words, while the man was distracted, Ai Yuanqing kicked him off the platform directly.

Watching all this happen, the people in the stands let out exclamations.

The old man's expression became serious.

Jaw raised slightly, Aihara Kiyoshi put the glasses legs in his mouth, and slowly took off his gloves.

The slender fingers were drawn out of the smooth silk fabric one by one.

There was a 'click'.

The shackles that originally restrained the young man opened automatically and fell to the ground.

The black metal collided with the wooden floor, making a dull sound.

With his hands free again, Aihara Qing picked up his glasses and put them on again.

"The upper echelons of the magic world... so they are such a group of old antiques?"

Condescending

The man who was kicked down under the stage looked at Aiyuan Qing with horror on his face.

An executioner who has always used violence and strength to oppress others, this is the first time he has tasted the fear of being oppressed.

"Your ugly faces... are really disgusting..."