Mysterious Organization Tivat

Zhong Li made an appointment to meet Ye Mo Zhengdao, but because the principal's office of Ye Mo Zhengdao is also among the buildings pierced by rock guns, the place they agreed to meet was a gazebo in Gaozhuanli.

It was still early before the meeting, Zhongli strolled slowly, admiring the surrounding scenery, observing the buildings, and stopping to make comments from time to time.

"Although the engraving technique here is slightly insufficient, it is better than ingenuity."

"Huh? The trunk is straight, the needles and leaves are orderly, straight and vigorous, and it has been old for a long time, but it doesn't look decadent. It's not easy."

At that time, in order to deter the director's department, I threw down the rock spear. Now that I think about it, it is a pity that I destroyed these ancient buildings and trees.

But Zhong Li just sighed with regret, if he hadn't shown enough strength at that time, the situation might have developed into a more troublesome direction.

As it is now, it is good.

"It's so slow, Noctua, what time did you make an appointment with Zhongli?"

Wu Tiao Wu leaned on the fence of the gazebo, and boredly clasped the painted pillars, the rustling sound made the night moth Zhengdao on the side stunned.

"Enlightenment! What does it look like, come and sit down!"

Ye Mo Zhengdao put his hands on his legs, sat on the stone bench with a cold face, his tense appearance made Gojo Wu speechless.

"Hey, Noctua, you look very strange." Gojo Satoru pointed to Noctua Masamune's face, "I seem to have something on my mind, I just kept frowning."

"What? Are those rotten oranges bothering you again?"

Generally speaking, the pressure of the Noctuma Righteous Path comes from Gojo Satoru and everything related to Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru himself is very aware of this, and it is no surprise that the low pressure of the Noctua Moth Righteous Path is no longer surprising.

"It must be because of the curse spirit, right?...Those rotten oranges are less courageous than ants, and they just know how to yell and scream all day long. The world is actually in the hands of those guys, when will those rotten oranges be completely rotten." Gojo Satoru taunted the director department brazenly in front of the night moth Zhengdao as usual.

"Hey Noctua, how about killing all those rotten oranges? The air without rotten oranges must be very fresh, right?" Gojo Satoru suddenly became interested, and danced and danced with Noctua in the right way. Ways to kill rotten oranges.

Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't reprimand Gojo Satoru like before, but just listened to him with a sullen face before speaking.

"Enlightenment."

"You can kill them, but the thoughts and rules you hate will not disappear."

It was the first time that Noctua Masamichi discussed such a serious topic with his students, he looked directly at Gojo Satoru, and clenched his hands on his knees tightly into fists.

"One group of people died, and the next group will appear. The magic world is a rotten quagmire. The guy who sits in that position again will do the same thing as the person you killed."

"Then just kill it again." Gojo Satoru spread his hands disapprovingly, "One ant is the same as two ants~ You don't need to use a little force to trample to death."

Even if it is a rotten orange that is not very weak, so what, I am the strongest.

Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't criticize his arrogance, no, it's not arrogance, indeed, no one in the magic world can surpass Gojo Satoru, he is the strongest in the magic world.

but--

"What happens after you trample to death? Wu, if you trample this one to death, there will be another one, and if you trample to death the next one, there will be countless ants crawling on your feet. What are you going to do?"

Gojo Satoru was impatient, "Then put the ant nest—"

— burn them all.

All, burn, drop?

—Kill all the conjurers?Let the magic world cease to exist?

"Wu, you are a very smart child. Although you will be willful, you understand many things."

The night moth got up on the right path, walked up to Gojo Satoru, and placed his hands heavily on his shoulders.

Ye Mozheng held Wutiao Wu's shoulders and faced himself, not letting his gaze escape, "You understand, Wu, this won't work."

"You can't kill all the people you hate, and that won't change the magic world. A quagmire is still a quagmire, rot is still rotten. Killing is not what the magic world needs."

"What the conjuration world needs—is radical change."

Let the rotten ones rot, and spend time waiting for the new generation of conjurers, educating them so that they can become people who can change the conjuration world.

This is the original idea of ​​Noctuid Righteous Way.

Whether it is the director department or the Yusanjia, they are all products of the times. They used to be the best choice in an era, but in this era, they are no longer needed.

The birth of Gojo Satoru overturned the previous balance between the magician and the magic spirit, and now, the balance has been subverted again.

The magic spirit has already made changes, and the magician must respond.

The wind of change has been blowing from all directions. Noctua Moth Zhengdao once thought that this day would be a long time away, but it turned out that it has already become the present.

Noctua Masamichi told Gojo Satoru about the director's attitude towards Nanami Jianren and Hui Yuanxiong, and he said firmly and disappointedly, "The mission of the conjurer is to exorcise the spirit of the curse. In the battle of the spirits, not because of the calculations of the companions."

"The existence of the director's department is to provide support and help for the magician, not to exchange the life of the magician for benefits."

Chess pieces can be thrown away at any time. Even if you don’t throw them today, you might throw them tomorrow; Didn't realize it until it was thrown away?

"As a teacher, I cannot allow my students to be treated like this."

This is the answer to the Noctuid Path.

In his 37 years of life, Noctua Moth has never fought for anything.

Sandwiched between the director's department and the students, bearing the dissatisfaction of both sides towards each other, Noctua Moth Zhengdao will also have negative emotions, but more of them are powerless.

He has been trying to use his weak strength to change the environment, but with little success. Over time, the blood in his chest has gradually cooled down.

Until Wendy's words made Noctua Zhengdao realize that he could no longer be numb.

"At least do something before you regret it."

In his 37 years of life, Noctua Moth has never fought for anything.

But now, he wanted to do something for his students, for those conjurers who were treated as pawns—before all the scary things happened, before he regretted it.

It was the first time Gojo Satoru saw such a sharp side of Noctua Masato, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he slapped his stomach and laughed wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Noctua, you can actually say such a thing!"

"Hahahahaha—cough, cough, cough!"

Gojo Satoru was choked by his own saliva, and coughed non-stop, holding his throat, and the face of Noctua Masamichi next to him became even darker.

Ye Mozheng said: Why did he get such a nasty thing as Wujo Wu?

Gojo Wujo, who grew up in Wujo's parents, knew far more about the quagmire of the magic world than Noctua Masato.

The world of conjuration is a quagmire, and conjurers are mud. Gojo Satoru has long known that.

Gojo Satoru didn't bother to take care of it, anyway, even if it was a quagmire, he still lived comfortably.

Gojo Satoru is not interested in changing the general environment of the magic world, but is interested in the trouble of finding rotten oranges.

"What do you want me to do? Kill this group of rotten oranges first?" Gojo Wu is gearing up, "I said earlier, Noctua, I have long since disliked those rotten oranges. Where are they now? I will go now... ouch !"

Noctua Masato launched a fist of justice against Gojo Satoru!

The blue veins on Ye Mozhengdao's forehead bulged, "Enlightenment!"

"Be serious, don't be so willful!"

Gojo Wu covered his head and bared his teeth. He opened his mouth wide and was about to shout Noctua's righteous way when Liuyan saw Zhongli's figure.

"Hey noctuid, Zhongli is here."

Even though Gojo Satoru was watching, Zhongli's pace was as calm as ever. He walked into the pavilion and bowed his head politely to the two of them.

"Good afternoon, both of you."

Seeing Zhongli's unhurried manner, Wu Tiaowu curled his lips, "It's too slow, I've been waiting for you for half an hour."

Ye Mo Zhengdao gave Wutiao Wu a warning look, and explained to Zhongli for him, "It's me and Wu Tiao who came too early."

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhongli to be late, and Ye Mo Zhengdao and Wutiao Wu were indeed early.

After a few days, Zhongli also had a general idea of ​​Wujo Satoru's personality, so he didn't say anything more, but he left the topic behind and started talking about serious business.

"I heard something from Wendy about what Mr. Nightmoth is going to do."

Zhong Li took out a stack of square paper from his pocket and handed it to Ye Mo Zhengdao, "This may help Mr. Ye Moth."

Zhong Li originally just wanted to remind Noctua Moth of the right way, that someone was watching the magic circle in the dark, and seemed to be planning something bad.

But looking at the current situation, it just happened to fulfill Noctua Moth's right way.

Zhong Li didn't know much about the magic world, but he didn't have a good impression.

He can probably guess Wendy's thoughts. The god who advocates freedom sees the cursed spirits bound by fate, and wants to help them get rid of their fate and get freedom.

In the same way, seeing the conjurers bound by reality, it is not difficult to guess what the wind god is thinking.

This Fengshen, although he is usually lazy and looks like he is not doing business and often fishes, but Zhongli feels that Wendy is just the most enthusiastic one among the gods. There is nothing manifesting in him.

Zhongli remembered an incident more than 3000 years ago.