The Holy Grail of Self-discipline Xiawuren

"Hassan's current arm is joined at the back. The original owner of the arm was the demon Sun Yi Tuo Nai, who was born from an ancient spell in the Middle East. Therefore, there is a curse in Hassan's body that can restrain the curse spirit, and it can naturally digest it. The fingers of Su Nuo on both sides."

After listening to my explanation, Wu straightened his body, no longer lazily lying on the sofa, but put his ten fingers into a pyramid shape and meditated.

"Click!"

It was the sound of porcelain colliding with each other. Ms. Nitzi seemed to have just woken up from sleepiness, and repeated my previous words in a surprised tone.

"Digested? Hassan digested the two-faced Su Nuo's fingers?!"

The last tone was raised by her and turned into a shrill timbre.

Satoru, who was distracted by the soprano, raised his head and stared at me just like Ms. Glass.

"It's digestion."

"you sure?"

Wu asked.

I nodded, very sure.

"Can I see Hassan's current state?"

Wu took the sunglasses away, revealing those unique blue eyes.

I didn't object and released Hassan who had been in the shadows.

A man wearing a skull mask, a black cloak, and a club-shaped right hand appeared. His sense of existence is very weak. If you don't pay attention, you will ignore it; The moment he found him, he would be enveloped by the other party's dark aura like death.

"This is truly a remarkable follower."

Satoru murmured, he still remembered Alice introducing herself as my servant

t thing.

"...Is this the magic spirit you're using now, 'magician'?"

Ms. Nitro pursed her lips.

"No, it's a follower."

Both Hassan and Alice are obviously higher than those curse spirits. This is a fact that can be seen with just eyes. Why does Ms. Glass have such a misunderstanding?I have some doubts.

But before I could give her a detailed explanation of the difference between a follower and a curse spirit, Ms. Nitzi drank the remaining coffee in the teacup in a huff, then wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and put her hands on her hips.

"Forget it, I can't get involved in your affairs anyway, you can do whatever you want, but I hope you remember, don't kill yourself casually, the seats in the morgue are very tight, so don't Come take your seat."

After speaking, Ms. Nitro left my dormitory aggressively.

Looking at the lady who was walking with wind and wearing a white coat with a battle-gown look, I blinked. It turned out that the seemingly quiet and decadent Ms. Nitzi actually had such a hot temper. .

"Come on, let's go to Headmaster Night Moth now."

Probably because he has already gotten used to Ms. Nitro’s true character, Wu was not frightened by her at all, instead he pulled my sleeve and walked out the door. Hassan didn’t make any defensive moves, and followed Wu and me peacefully. behind.

I always feel that this scene is very familiar, as if it happened somewhere.

When I got to the principal's office, I met Hassan after the doll workshop I had been to before, and after listening to the whole process, the old father, no, it was the principal. He was silent, and tried to convey to me with complicated eyes. Some kind of unspeakable words.

I'm really sorry, I don't have mind reading skills, so I can't understand what Principal Moth's expression means at this time.

Wu Wu was very happy, gesticulating with his teeth and claws, trying to amuse the benefits of Hassan, the principal of Noctuid Moth, and make him agree to let us take out the remaining fingers kept in the high school to give Hassan an extra meal.

Hearing Wu's words, Principal Ye Moth's already complicated face became greener and greener, making people want to help send him to the infirmary.

Before we actually implemented this plan, Principal Moth haggardly stopped me and Satoru from the big event.

"Tch, Headmaster Moth is really getting older and more useless, such trivial things have to be considered."

Satoru made a sound of spurning the fake/old people.

(╬д╬) Principal Noctua was furious.

"This is not a small matter. If the higher-ups know about it, no matter who it is, it will be in trouble."

After taking a few breaths, the head of the first school suppressed his anger and tried to persuade Wu Wu.

"Then just don't tell them no."

Satoru waved his hands, completely unafraid of the higher-ups in the magic world.

"You said lightly, you must have a reason for the sudden disappearance of your fingers, right? Could it be that it ran away with long legs?"

"That's a good statement, let's tell those old guys that."

Satoru clapped his hands in agreement with Principal Ye Moth's nonsense.

Headmaster Moth turned into a pufferfish in anger, gagged me and Satoru, and kicked us out of the doll workshop.

"Hey, Principal Night Moth is really dead, and now he still has to worry about so many things."

Satoru pulled my kimono sleeves and dangled them, complaining like a child begging an adult for candy, but being mercilessly rejected.

"Then let's steal the finger? As long as Hassan eats it before Principal Noctua finds out, no one will be able to stop it then."

I couldn't hold back my desire to feed candy to a child.

"!!!"

Enlightenment's blue eyes lit up.

"Then let's go now!"

He excitedly pulled me to start sprinting, but after running for a short corridor, Wu squatted down again dejectedly.

"No way...the place where the finger is stored and its seal is moved. Although I can find it out, the moment I touch it will be known by the night moth principal, and I need to find the key or something. If If it's not far from the principal's office, it's enough for him to rush over..."

Wu squatted in the corner, exuding black air all over his body, and drew a circle on the floor with his index finger, muttering in his mouth. If someone who didn't know saw it, he would definitely think that he was drawing a circle to curse others.

"It does sound a bit troublesome."

I patted that silver-white head, and didn't directly say the violent words of 'no key is needed, we can blast open the door of the sealing room'.

I realize that he is still a teacher of a college after all, so it is inevitable that he has a subconscious mind to care for the school, so it is better not to make him too difficult.

Wu, who was killed by touching his head, was really happy, and he regained his energy and looked up at me.

"By the way, I just discovered that there are two different servants in your shadow. Although they look very similar, looking at the details, they are indeed completely different individuals."

is that so?My hands froze.

I immediately called out Hassans.

Sure enough, there were two of them.

One was the two-meter-tall Hassan who had appeared in front of Wu and Ms. Glass with a skull mask on his head.

The other Hassan was slightly shorter than the previous one, and also wore a skull mask, but instead of wearing a black cloak, Hassan wore a hood, revealing a strong muscle mass on his abdomen.

"Really."

I was surprised. The reason why I didn’t find out before was probably that the first Hassan to play was Baimao. Since Baimao Hassan’s subdivided individuals were enough to hold a sports meeting, I carelessly put their essence. Ignore the fact that they are different, and mistakenly think that the Hassan individuals who look different are all different.

"Enlightenment is really powerful, and the power of observation is very strong."

Satoru, who received my praise, cocked his tail. He stood up from the corner, proudly holding his sunglasses with one hand on his hips.

"Of course, Mr. Wujo is the strongest, no, we are the strongest!"

A dazzling smile flashed to me, making me nod involuntarily.

Satoru, who got my approval, smiled even brighter.

"But what are their abilities? After all, individuals are different."

Due to the unreliability of my master, Satoru had to help me sort out the abilities and usefulness of the Hassans.

Fortunately, at this point, I can still retain the dignity of a master.

I pointed to the tall, cloaked Hassan.

"This is Hassan the Curse Arm, the Hassan who has the devil's arm and can digest the two-faced Nuo finger. He is a small expert in transformation and assassination."

I pointed to Hassan, who was slender and showed his abs.

"This is Hassan of Hundred Faces. He can split his mind into multiple individuals and realize them. He is a small encyclopedia expert and a spy."

"In other words, apart from one being good at transformation and the other having multiple professional skills, what they have in common is that they are good at espionage and assassination work in the dark."

Enlightenment squeezed his chin and concluded my long speech.

I nodded. After all, no matter which Hassan they were, they were the leaders of the assassination group before they became servants. It is normal for them to be proficient in concealment and assassination.

"That's easy!"

Satoru gave a mischievous smile.

"Let Hassan Baimao help monitor the group of old oranges, so that they don't sneak up on them again, okay, 'Mr. Magician'?"

In order to prevent me from having the illusion of being used, Wu specially gave me a wi

k.

I agreed. It's not a big deal. Anyway, Hassan Baimao has a lot of individuals and has the skill of "breath blocking", so it's not difficult to engage in surveillance activities.

"Hmph, once we get the handle on those old oranges, we can get Headmaster Night Moth to agree to 'Let Hassan the Cursed Wrist digest the two-faced Nuo finger'."

Probably because he thought of something good, the aura around Wu Wu became lighter.

"That's right, that's right, since Hassans are good at assassination and hiding, please ask them to train first-years."

Thinking that it was a good idea, Wu planned to torment the knotweed Yuren and the others again.

"I'm not torturing them."

Seeing the mockery on my face, he turned his head and explained to me.

"Conjurers don't just need to work hard on spells. Other aspects, such as common sense, escaping, judging timing, and dreams and beliefs, if you only focus on the same thing and ignore the surrounding things If it changes, there will be a bad trend."

"Wu is really a responsible teacher."

"Of course~"

His tail was raised even higher, and he took the opportunity to make new demands.

"I want to eat Cantonese-style dim sum. I forgot to buy it last time I went to Yokohama."

"I've already bought it, and I'll put it in the dormitory."

"Really?! Then let's go back to eat some dim sum now~"

"But Wu, didn't you say that you were going to give additional training to the first-year students?"

"Oh, that kind of thing will be in time after we finish our snacks, let's go~"

He stood still and urged, and I followed up with enlightenment.