Shibusawa just wants to crystallize

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stretched out his hand, and the humanoid supernatural ability that can be resurrected infinitely is fearless, and the worst is to resurrect on the spot.

Through the clothes, Gojo Satoru grabbed Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's arm, dragged him out of the window and jumped into the air to activate 'Ao'. In the blink of an eye, the two appeared on the roof of the building where they agreed to meet.

Being dazzled by the cool and domineering teleportation, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's determination to win was aroused, he would not lose.

He grabbed Gojo Satoru's arm with his backhand, pulled him and jumped directly from the top of the building.

Visible to the naked eye, a translucent barrier appeared out of thin air under their feet, and with a strong point, the two of them could naturally walk in the air.

This is a derivative application of Sanctuary. It has been said that the use of energy by humanoid supernatural powers is innate. This level of derivative usage is no problem for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

"This is interesting." Wujo Wu's six eyes could see through the energy trajectory, and he stepped smoothly on the sacred area that appeared and disappeared.

It was not at all obvious that this was Gojo Satoru's first time playing like this, and he was not at all afraid of stepping on the air and falling off.

Although in terms of his physical fitness, what needs to be worried about if he really falls is the poor and innocent ground.

Successfully showing off back home, made the childish ghost No. [-] Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was unknowingly assimilated by the naive ghost No. [-] Gojo Satoru, in a good mood. I have to say that Gojo Satoru is very talented in this respect.

When the two jumped into the meeting room through the open window, the high-level executives of the director of spells who had been waiting for a long time felt that their blood pressure soared when they saw this scene, and they could burst their blood vessels and be sent to the hospital at any time.

These people are a group of conservatives who grew up following the ancient rules since childhood, and the magic world that has been closed all year round has made their rigidity deeply engraved in their bones.

When the old-fashioned and old-fashioned see the Gojo family's Six Eyes and the newly appointed Colorless King's undignified behavior, can't they feel uncomfortable.

They are sick to death.

However, what is disturbing is that neither the six-eyed eyes of the Wutiao family nor the newly appointed colorless king are the objects they can reprimand at will. In the end, this group of people can only suffocate themselves into internal injuries as quietly as chickens .

Rakuganji Kashin, the leader of the conservative faction in the Conjuration Department, took a deep breath and forced a smile. He stood up and said hello to Shibusawa Ryuhiko: "It's a bit of a surprise when we meet for the first time, Your Excellency the Colorless King."

"Hello." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko nodded in response, and did not reply a word, his attitude was not without arrogance.

At least all the sorcerers present except Gojo Satoru were shocked by Shibusawa Ryuhiko's rudeness: he was just a lucky kid who was selected by Shiban, but he dared to treat his elders with noble backgrounds and high positions like this.

The hostility in the eyes of the conjurers was too obvious, and Shibusawa Ryuhiko was not a dead person who could feel it naturally.

He turned his gaze to the strongest conjurer who had said boldly before, saying that he wanted to solve this matter alone: ​​It's up to you to work, Gojo Satoru.

After receiving the hint from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's eyes, Gojo Gobi gave an OK gesture and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

Gojo Satoru, who was watched by everyone in the meeting room, ignored them, found a chair and sat down on his own, and looked at everyone after he sat down firmly: "Everyone, talk to me about the establishment of the website."

Hearing Wujo Wu's words, Leyansi Jiashen, who was too old to look good, frowned and warned in a low voice, "Don't forget that you are from the magic world, Wujo Wu."

"Eh? Then what should I do, I have already promised Your Excellency the Colorless King to leave this matter to me."

Gojo Satoru was not frightened, but replied in a relaxed tone, and then he sat up straight, crossed his arms around his chest and said solemnly: "Just kidding, I didn't come to discuss with you about the establishment of a reward website for exorcising curse spirits, but to inform you."

"Young people, don't go too far, we can't agree to this matter." Leyansi Jiashen raised his eyelids, his round eyes and skin that was too old and slack looked very scary.

The senior executives of the Conjuration Director Department who attended the meeting nodded in agreement, and it was enough to give the Colorless King face by agreeing to meet.

Gojo Satoru, who was under siege, smiled slightly, and confronted everyone with ease.

The atmosphere in the conference room became stagnant, and the senior executives of the Curse Director Department headed by Rakuganji Kashinobu gradually couldn't bear the pressure, and turned their attention to Shibusawa Ryuhiko who was quietly eating melons.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who was pinched like a soft persimmon, drank tea quietly like a normal person, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, making his attitude even more indifferent and unpredictable.

"What do you think, Your Excellency the Colorless King?" An old man tried to divert the conflict. He seemed to think that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was the one who was easy to bully compared to Gojo Satoru.

Realizing that he was underestimated, the corners of Shibusawa Ryuhiko's mouth widened, wow, I don't blame him, these rotten oranges are the ones who killed themselves.

Apparently, the upper echelons of the Spell Director Department are not afraid of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

After all, the colorless king is the famous weakest king. This is already common knowledge in the other world, so they naturally don't know it.

The reason why they showed so much importance was because of the special status of the king in Japan, so they had to show enough respect, otherwise it would be a big deal to anger the king of gold who really controlled the country.

Even though the magic world is extremely closed and hardly interacts with the outside world, they still live in Japan after all.

If the king of gold knows that they dare to neglect the king, their life will not be easy.

Fortunately, the psychological activities of these people were not directly shown on the surface, and they have been covering up their inner emotions well, otherwise they would have been taken away by [Long Yanzhi] a long time ago.

He didn't know that he was dancing wildly on the verge of danger, and he didn't get the real caller: the colorless king Ryuhiko Shibusawa responded to the senior director of the magic department, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and face Gojo Satoru's pressing every step of the way.

The main person in charge, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, is like a melon-eating crowd who has nothing to do with himself, calmly watching these rotten oranges that have been abandoned by the times struggling to die for the little rights in his hands.

He didn't understand what the rotten oranges were thinking. The world of conjuration said it was very powerful, but in fact there were only so few people in it. As for such nonsense?

The bottom line of the top executives of the Conjuration Director's Department moved back a little bit, until they talked about the fact that the reward website would not set up auxiliary supervision, and they started to oppose fiercely when they were stepped on the bottom line.

"Wujo Wu, do you know what you are doing? This is a challenge to the rules of the magic world." Leyansi Jiashen slapped the table hard, fully interpreting the word impotent rage.

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue impatiently.

The tragedies of Fuheshier, Tiannai Lizi and others, Jie's defection, and even the birth of most curse masters all stem from the ancient and decadent rules of the magic world.

He chose to stay in the high school as a teacher and this time to promote the cooperation between the magic world and the supernatural secret service department, all for this purpose.

That is to completely overthrow and disintegrate the control of these rotten oranges on the magic world.

It is useless to rely on his strength alone, and nothing can be done.

Kill this batch of rotten oranges in power, and the next batch of superiors will still be rotten oranges in essence. The deep-rooted feudal thinking must be slowly reversed.

As a teacher, he corrects the wrong thinking of the next generation, and then cooperates with the Supernatural Secret Service to take the opportunity to open the closed magic world. The future will be different from the past.

Those conjurers who believe in the rules that have been eliminated should also get in touch with the outside world to accept the beatings of reality, smile.jpg.

"Principal Leyan Temple, don't be so angry. Of course I know the rules of the magic world."

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face gradually faded, and the serious look in his six eyes was chilling: "It's time to change the boring rules and traditions."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko opened his eyes wide in surprise, he never expected that Gojo Satoru, who has been smiling all the time, would have such a serious side, and he suddenly became handsome.

If I had to describe it, it would be that the male nerve suddenly became a male god, but the difference between one word and the other was a world of difference.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who has a million points of face control, honestly ups his favorability with Gojo Satoru, and it seems that his favorability is no longer negative.

As for the verbal confrontation between the reformists on Gojo Satoru's side and the conservative faction on Rakuganji Kashin's side, Shibusawa Ryuhiko was not interested at all.

Although he coveted so much for the crystallization in the body of the conjurer present, Shibusawa Ryuhiko was not without brains and naturally he would not really do it.

It's not a good choice to attack the senior executives of the Spell Director Department. Using them to help him find out the location of the spell spirit is the correct way to use it. Therefore, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko restrained his urge to collect these people.

The curse spirit is a creature formed by the aggregation of negative emotions emitted by ordinary people. As long as there are human beings in this world, the curse spirit will be born continuously. To Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, it is inexhaustible. crystal treasury.

Compared with the extremely rare and hard-to-find supernatural powers and magicians, magic spirits couldn't be more satisfying to Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

The only difficulty: it is not easy to find the location of the spell spirit.

But this inconvenience will be resolved after the conjuration community agrees to share information on the magic spirit with the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Therefore, it is impossible for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to let go of the magic world, he will definitely facilitate this matter, if he is not soft, he will come hard, and he wants to come to the Supernatural Secret Service Division to ask him to come forward because of this wishful thinking.

The originally quiet and dignified conference room is now bustling like a vegetable market, and the rotten oranges no longer maintain their so-called restraint. Instead, they argue with Wujo Wu at the top of their voices, trying to suppress Wujo Wu with their voices.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, whose head hurt from the quarrel, held his forehead slightly, and he knew that these rotten oranges would not be so easy to compromise.

"I said, you are too arrogant."

The Japanese room, which was originally noisy, became extremely quiet after this sentence fell.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised his head, and those magnificent red eyes were revealed in front of everyone present.

"Who allowed you to be so arrogant in front of me?"

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