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"Why are you interested in him? I'm a little curious, this is not a name that should be mentioned here."

Gojo Satoru stood at the door and turned around after hearing Paul Hesse's question.

The tall figure of the white-haired young man happened to block the light from the door, and the only source of light in the room was the senior executives of the magic circle exuding green light, but this light, which was better than nothing, still couldn't illuminate the room.

In the shadows, the expression on Gojo Satoru's face couldn't be seen very clearly. Graugramman could only feel the sudden drop in temperature, which made the little lion shiver for no reason, and moved towards the place that didn't seem to be emitting air-conditioning. Paul Hesse moved a little closer.

Just like what happened before when they were attacked when they were going to eat, it seemed that whenever the name Xia Youjie was mentioned, Gojo Satoru would behave a little abnormally. Grau Graman glanced worried own teacher.

"..."

Even the chestnut-brown German brand log feels that something is wrong with the current atmosphere. Although he still looks expressionless, the boy has already started frantically flipping through the quotations of the chief Goethe and his colleague Thomas, who he regards as the code of social law.

In such a weird atmosphere, the white-haired young man suddenly burst into a smile and made a mischievous expression.

The white-haired teacher gave a funny wink to the two teenagers, and his tone became relaxed and humorous again.

"Well, don't be so serious. It's just a casual question. Those who don't know may think I'm bullying you." Gojo Satoru looked at the German's calm expression, and after judging that he didn't seem to have ulterior motives, he returned to that look A little foolish.

"So who is Lord Xia You?"

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to use this kind of rhetoric to confuse the problem and liven up the atmosphere by the way, but he saw that his lovely student even turned a little darker, and even leaned towards the person he met for the first time, making Gojo Satoru Kind of hurt.

However, this goal seems to have not been achieved. The boy with brown chestnut curly hair seems to have really not mastered the skill of reading air at all, or his EQ is negative. After Gojo Satoru's polite words, he immediately asked Asking the question made Wujo Wu's words choke.

"Don't be so impatient." Seeing the stubbornness of the German, Gojo Satoru knew that if he didn't reply more or less today, he would probably be entangled, so he asked first, "Why do you know this name?"

"My son and Mr. Bone were on the way back, and I heard a girl holding Olin say this name. I reasonably suspect that he has a major connection with my mission this time."

Having said that, Paul Hesse paused for a moment. He was actually not very proficient in the use of these formulas. In the Spree River Tunnel, Thomas, an outgoing and good-talking magician, was usually in charge of these diplomatic rhetoric.

The boy with chestnut curly hair quickly recalled the use of his name, who was always popular, and communicated with the local police when performing tasks, in order to make his words more convincing, and more hopeful to get five Enlightenment's answer, the boy continued to add.

"In order to ensure our cooperation with the Japanese magic world, I hope to get the cooperation of magicians."

"Ah."

Hearing his words, Gojo Satoru gave a short laugh instead, as if he heard something funny.

"Hahaha."

The chuckle just now quickly turned into an uncontrollable long laugh. The white-haired young man covered the lower half of his face with his hands, and the laughter leaked from the young man's fingers.

He laughed so much that it could be described as leaning forward and backward, but Graugramman, who was always very sensitive to emotions, didn't smell much joy from his teacher's laughter.

Paul Hesse still had the same expressionless look. Amid Gojo Satoru's loud laughter, he didn't move, just staring at the white hair intently, waiting for his answer.

Gojo Satoru's laughter gradually died down, and after laughing enough, he put down his hands, showing a somewhat mocking expression.

"Are you really looking for him?" Gojo Satoru asked in an unclear manner.

After receiving Paul Hesse's affirmative answer, Gojo Satoru didn't say anything immediately, but looked out of the window, turned around again, strode out, and muttered: "Forget it, it's still early anyway .”

The white-haired young man waved back, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of complex emotions that Graugramman couldn't understand. The young man said without looking back, "Follow me, just take you to see it."

After getting into the auxiliary supervisor's car with Paul Hesse and Gojo Satoru, Graugramman heard Gojo Satoru tell the auxiliary supervisor in the driver's seat a place, which seemed to be a certain cemetery, and the little lion's heart He was a bit puzzled, but he still didn't make a sound. On the contrary, the German teenager finally got some clues because of his investigation of Xia Youjie, and even the atmosphere around him became a little active.

The car soon drove more and more remote, and soon drove to the edge of the city and stopped at the foot of a mountain.

There is a private cemetery on the mountain, which is also the destination of their trip.

"What is this place? Does that person named Xia Youjie live here?"

It was Paul Hesse who spoke. The young man from Germany didn't know what this place was, but he felt that it didn't seem to be inhabited, so he raised his own doubts.

But Gojo Satoru didn't answer, he just got out of the car first, and walked towards the entrance at a speed that obviously didn't take care of the two boys behind him. anger.

Paul Hesse wanted to ask more questions, but after seeing those tombstones, the boy stopped talking.

He didn't think that Xia Youjie had died, but simply thought that the person he was looking for might be a grave keeper, but his respect for the dead also made him temporarily suppress his doubts in his heart.

Gojo Satoru led the two of them through places where souls were sleeping, and finally stopped at a hidden place, where a tombstone with no name stood alone.

"We have arrived."

Graugramman heard Wujo Satoru say this, and the voice of the super conjurer suddenly became a little hoarse.

"Excuse me……"

Paul Hesse's words were interrupted by Gojo Satoru before he could speak.

The piled earth bag was flattened by the technique of the white-haired conjurer. Gojo Satoru just flicked his fingers, and a large pit appeared on the ground. Under the blasted soil, a corner of the black coffin was exposed.

The white-haired young man stepped forward, without a trace of a smile on his face, or an apology for what he had done, as if his actions at this time were not such a serious matter as the purpose of blowing up others without authorization, but to simply experiment with himself. The technique is general.

Such a loud sound suddenly came from such a quiet and solemn place. It was so sudden and frightening that Graugramman looked around worriedly. He trusted Gojo Satoru very much and would not doubt his actions, but It would be bad if we were in trouble together.

But the strange thing is that they didn't come to stop this behavior, and it seemed that there were only three of them left on the whole mountain.

Gojo Satoru had already come to the coffin, his blindfold lifted, his sky blue eyes fixed on the coffin, the conjurer was squatting down, ready to do something disrespectful to the coffin of his former friend.

"This way..." Is it not good?Paul Hesse's unfinished words were swallowed by him after meeting the white-haired super magician who suddenly turned his head. Such eyes suddenly made him feel scared, and that kind of persistence and madness made him shudder. chills.

Graugramman stopped talking since just now. After the coffin was exposed, he vaguely discovered something, and suddenly knew the purpose of Gojo Satoru leading them here.

He didn't hold back just now, and sprinkled a little sand around. Although his teacher immediately noticed and warned him, he could still feel that there seemed to be something wrong in the vicinity.

Even though these auras were already very weak, Graugram suddenly discovered that this was somewhat similar to meeting an enemy during a dinner party in a restaurant.

After regaining the silence behind him, Gojo Satoru continued with the action.

In the following actions, he did not continue to use the spell, as if the attack of the spell just now was just to vent his emotions.

The white-haired young man didn't even use any tools, but just scraped open the soil around the coffin with his unprotected hands.

Seeing his slow progress, Graugramman wanted to step forward to help, but he felt Gojo Satoru's aura that no strangers should enter, so he chose to stay in place quietly, staring at the owl on the tree in a daze.

Wait, do owls show up during the day?Graugramman was just thinking about it, but at this time, Soryu Kurikawa, who was using his perspective, suddenly realized something.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru finally finished digging the soil. The black coffin was completely exposed to the air, and the black paint had undergone a series of changes in the soil. , can only reflect vague light.

Gojo Satoru didn't move after that, just stared at the coffin, Graugramman saw his palms tightly clenched into fists, as if he was engaged in intense mental activities.

Just when Graugramman thought his teacher had repented, the white-haired young man flicked his fingers lightly, and the magic power blasted away the lid of the black coffin, exposing the inside of the coffin to the sun.

Because of the loud noise, the owl on the nearby branch suddenly let out a weeping scream, and then that poor nocturnal bird became the next target of the white-haired youth's attack.

After controlling the strength, Gojo Satoru's attack knocked down the owl very delicately, but did not hurt its life, and the big brown bird that Graugramman had just seen fell from the branch to the ground. ground.

"Go and catch that owl. If it runs away, the teacher will drink up all the sodas in Grau. I remember you have a lot of stock under the bed."

The white-haired teacher patted his student's head gently, and ordered Grau Graman to bring the bird that was shot down, but he just stayed where he was, with a smile on the corner of his mouth that was full of Grau Graman's never Chill ever seen.