Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The fireworks festival had just ended, and the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of fireworks, and the crowd gathered at the venue gradually disappeared and dispersed sparsely.

A sweet smell came from the table in front of him. Gojo Goto ordered two honey cakes and other messy snacks, and they were all sweet without exception.

Machima was not hungry, but ordered a cup of rough tea, and took a sip from time to time.

"Isn't Machima really going to have a piece of honey cake? Honey is a specialty of Karuizawa." Gojo Satoru kept nibbling on the pastry while asking Machima.

"No." Macchi Mario propped his chin contentedly, then raised his eyes and stared straight at him, "Compared to this, I still hope that Mr. Gojo can first explain in detail about the curse and the conjurer. Tell me."

"If you bring a jar of honey home, they will be so moved that they will cry, and they will definitely take a picture of it..."

This person didn't listen to her at all.

Maqima didn't care, and continued to smile with a good temper: "Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Satoru immediately turned his head back: "Ah, sorry, did you just say something?"

"Speaking of which, one of my dogs is named Honey."

"Hey, you still keep dogs, Maqima likes small animals very much?"

"It's okay," Mazima lowered her eyes, "it's just that I prefer dogs."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "I'm not interested in this aspect. Keeping pets and the like sounds exhausting. The strongest conjurer doesn't have the energy."

Machima didn't speak any more, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, of course Gojo Satoru wouldn't feel embarrassed, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Gojo Satoru put the stick on the plate, and leaned forward slightly: "Are you talking?"

"I think we should talk about some serious business." Mazima raised her hand and wiped off the honey on the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Gojo Gojo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously released the infinity wrapped around him for a few seconds.

"Yes, after all, I promised you."

Gojo Wujo cleared his throat and said, "I have explained the principle of the formation of the curse before, this time I will talk about the power of the curse and the magician."

"The source of the curse power is the negative emotions of human beings, and these negative emotions will form a curse when they accumulate. The conjurer will not produce curses, and can transform negative emotions into their own power, which is curse power."

"General conjurers will use spells, well, you can understand it as something like magic, but conjurers are more concerned with blood, and if there are genetic problems, they may not be able to use spells, but it doesn't matter, you can also fight hand-to-hand."

Gojo Satoru talked for a long time, and when he was tired, he stuffed another mouthful of snacks.

Machima propped her chin and listened carefully to what he said. Gojo Satoru swallowed it in one gulp, and continued: "Those who cannot use spells can use spell tools..."

The spell tool, as the name suggests, is a curse plus a tool, if Machima guessed correctly, it should be a weapon.

She guessed: "The curse tool is...a weapon infused with curses?"

"That's right! If you use a magic tool well, it's no worse than using a spell!"

The white-haired man applauded excitedly, like a child who hasn't grown up.

Machima listened quietly to Gojo Satoru's chatter for a long time, until all the desserts on the table were swept away.

She drank the last sip of tea in the cup: "Mr. Wujo has a good appetite?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his head: "Haha, because the desserts are all put in the other stomach!"

Machima: "I remember this saying referring to girls?"

Gojo Satoru: "What!? I didn't expect you to be sexist, Machima??"

Macchima: "..."

Forget it, she should stop talking to him too much.

However, it turned out that it was useless for her alone to not speak.

"I've been thinking, where is Machima from?" Gojo Satoru said one by one while snapping his fingers, "First of all, your name doesn't look Japanese, but your face is Japanese, and you say Can speak fluent Japanese..."

"Speaking of which, I didn't realize that you have a Karuizawa accent. You are not a foreigner, nor a native of Karuizawa, are you?"

"Well, I'm here for vacation, I'm from Tokyo."

It was only then that Machima remembered that she had come to Karuizawa to take the 4th class of Paired Monsters for a summer vacation, and now the firework festival has been over for a long time, and it has been almost an hour since she parted with her subordinates.

Probably because there are so many interesting things happening that some ignore them.

Gojo Satoru smiled brightly, pointed at himself and said, "Ah, actually I am also from Tokyo, so we are fellow villagers!"

There is one thing to say, the folks don't use it like this.

Macchima nodded with a smile: "Yeah."

She took out her mobile phone, opened it, and looked through the address book, and found that everyone there, including the 4th class of Anti-Monster, showed that they were not in the service area.

Exhaling slightly, Maqima turned off the time again, and when she looked up, she saw Gojo Satoru was looking at her with his chin propped.

"What's the matter, Mr. Gojo?"

"Does Machima want to make a call? Don't worry about me, just call."

Maqima paused for putting away her mobile phone. It sounded well-behaved, but it made people feel that she had malicious intentions.

"No, just take a look."

"Then... did you come to Karuizawa by yourself?" Gojo Satoru asked, "Didn't you come with your family?"

"I came here with a few subordinates, and I just sent a message saying that they are leaving first."

Mazima had no reason to hide it from him, but she didn't like being questioned all the time, so she might as well make him think she was just reading email.

"Hey, I really don't care about the boss's subordinates. If I had said that, I would have fired them!" His voice turned around a few times, and then changed back again, "Could it be that Maqima is unexpectedly a boss who doesn't like his subordinates? ?”

Are you talking about yourself?

Mazima didn't speak. She found that since she met this magician, she was often speechless.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that I don't know what to answer. Is this the so-called "speechless"?

I don't know how long it took, a few seconds, or tens of seconds, before Maqima finally said, "Actually, I've always wanted to say that you really look ugly wearing blindfolds."

The smile at the corner of Gojo Goji's mouth froze, "No way, no way" and "It must be the blindfold's fault" were written all over his face, and he said, "Do you mean the blindfold is ugly, or am I ugly?"

"I mean you look ugly with the blindfold on."

Watertight.

Gojo Satoru quickly took off the blindfold, took out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere, put them on, and pushed them lightly with his fingers.

A pair of blue eyes were exposed behind the sunglasses, and the slender silver-white eyelashes highlighted a bit of beauty.

"do I look good?"

"It's much better than before." Maqima tilted her head, "But do you know that this will make you more like a craftsman playing the erhu in Chinatown?"

Gojo Satoru listened to the first sentence but not the second: "Sure enough it's the blindfold's fault, I'm still handsome!"

Just as Gojo Satoshi was intoxicated, the kind-faced female boss walked up to the two of them: "I'm very sorry, the restaurant will be closing soon, if the guests finish eating, can you..."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the clock: "Ah...it's almost ten o'clock, that's right. Machima is going back to Tokyo too? Let's go together."

Mazima stood up consciously, put on her coat and prepared to leave.

Since the tea in this store is free, Gojo Satoru has to pay all the expenses.

Machima took a special look. The Japanese currency in this world is the same as that in her original world. It seems that the money she carries can also be used.

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Because she couldn't find the connection between the two worlds at this stage, Maqima decided to go to Tokyo first.

It happened to be going back to Tokyo too, and she didn't mind going with Gojo Satoru, after all, they were just taking the same Shinkansen.

Rather, she actually hopes that the strongest magician can be used by her.

It was very late at night, it was pitch black outside, but the inside of the Shinkansen was very bright. At this time, there were only a few people on the train from Karuizawa to Tokyo.

Machima and Gojo Satoru were in the same carriage, although there were not many people in the carriage, they still sat together.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the cushion of the seat, and saw Machima sitting in the seat inside, resting with her head against the glass window and her eyes closed.

It was the first time to observe her at such a close distance, Gojo Satoru found that her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and beautiful, and her complexion looked even whiter against the orange-pink hair.

The face looks so innocent, if it wasn't because he saw how dangerous she was before...

Hey, that glass looks cool and hard, speaking of it.

Gojo Satoru turned his head away, stopped looking at her, and thought that with her strength, if she could really become a conjurer, he wouldn't have to be so busy every day...probably.

Wujou Wu's biggest characteristic is self-willedness, basically whatever he wants to do, no one can stop him, if he really wants Maqima to become a conjurer, it is estimated that the higher-ups above will not be able to control him.

Just as he was planning how to be lazy in his mind, an orange-pink head suddenly leaned over and rested on his shoulder.

You know, there are almost no bumps on the track of the Shinkansen.

Gojo Satoru was lost in thought.