Don't compete with fairy tale vests

Soryu Kurikawa put the mug back on the table, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed the pattern on the mug. This is a habit he has had since childhood, and the bright colors of My Little Pony gave him a little psychological comfort.

The subtle feeling that suddenly flowed through his body just now was so fast and strange, just like when he appeared and disappeared without warning, as if it was just an illusion produced by Kurikawa Soryu because he had been on night shift for too long , but when he clearly saw the palpitation at that moment, something luminous on his chest flickered for a moment.

In the study at this time, the conversation between Mitchell Ender and Paul Hesse was still going on.

Although the old man who was deeply trapped in the easy chair still had a very relaxed expression, he remained silent for a long time. The old man didn't look at the boy who said the wrong thing, but looked through the window , projected to an unknown distance.

Paul Hesse did not bother the respected old man, but sat quietly on the seat next to the easy chair. He knew that what he just said was out of proportion, but he didn't know how to ease the atmosphere.

It would be great if Thomas was here, Paul couldn't help thinking, although he never liked that guy's frivolous style, but he had to admit one thing, that is, magicians always have a way to stir up the atmosphere.

"Are you talking about that child who is still confused by his blood?"

It wasn't until Mitchell Ender's kind voice sounded again that the brown-haired boy realized that he had just accidentally said what was in his heart.

"No... yes," Paul Hesse admitted a little embarrassedly, but he couldn't lie to the old man's light-colored eyes, and finally explained in a low voice, "I seemed to upset you just now, and Thomas He's very good at making people happy."

"Thomas," the old man shook his head slightly, "Forget it, this is something that kid has to worry about, let's talk about your mission."

Just as Paul Hesse was about to speak, the former Transcendent had already continued talking on his own, making him unable to continue.

"As you have heard, I have lost my supernatural powers and I am just an old man. I have repeated this fact countless times with those guys in the government. Boy, if you come to me for this matter Yes, I’m afraid I won’t be able to bring you back to life.” The old man casually took out the pipe on the cabinet, but didn’t light it, and just took out a few shreds of tobacco with his fingertips and smelled it.

Noticing the boy's gaze, the old man explained: "My wife doesn't allow me to smoke."

"No, actually it's not. We just want to borrow the power of the ivory tower." Paul Hesse meticulously relayed the instructions from his boss.

"With the help of the power of the ivory tower?" The old man laughed heartily as if he had heard some joke, "Then you shouldn't come to me, or it would be more efficient to ask my members directly."

"Why?" Paul Hesse's brown chestnut eyes were stained with confusion, "Aren't you the leader of the ivory tower?"

The old man smiled and pushed his slipped glasses, and picked up the newspaper beside him: "I will not restrict the members' thoughts, don't forget, the original purpose of the ivory tower was just to open a book club, I don't know if you are When did you receive the mission, Goethe probably forgot to explain it to you again, besides, didn’t the Brothers Grimm have been transferred by him long ago?”

"But what we want to borrow this time is 'Mao Mao'."

Paul Hesse closed his mouth after saying this, and sat silently waiting for the old man's answer, strictly obeying the instructions of his superiors.Although he has never heard of this superhuman named "Maomao", the completion of the task has always been his top priority.

"There is no one named 'Mao Mao' here." Mitchell End's smile suddenly became much lighter, and the eyes that were still cloudy behind the lens suddenly became sharp.

After these words, the white-haired old man in front of him finally revealed the courage of a former transcendent. Even in his old age, Paul Hesse was still a little afraid, but he still had something to say.

"'Maomao' is here, I can't see it, but you can." The boy with brown chestnut hair recalled the demeanor and tone of his chief's speech, and tried to imitate it as required.

Seeing him like this, the ex-transcendent who was a little displeased just now was amused: "It's Goethe's idea, he taught you something."

"Let him give up. This is no longer my power. This power should not belong to a certain country from the beginning, but to everyone equally. As for the follow-up manpower problem, let him solve it himself. , you can’t let him take all the good things by himself.”

"Speaking of which, Japan is really a good country." Seeing that Paul Hesse was stunned, awkwardly not knowing what to say, Mitchell End suddenly brought up this topic abruptly.

The old man returned to his amiable state, and he didn't expect Paul Hesse to answer anything, so he devoted himself to reading the newspaper.

The result of the meeting came to an end in this way. Paul Hesse was not good at talking, so he sent the old man out after a few words. When he came to the street, he was still in a daze, feeling like he was useful Information was not obtained.

He returned to the headquarters of the Spree River Tunnel, and told his chief what had happened in a serious manner, thinking that he would be punished for his bad performance.

But the middle-aged man with a beard just skimmed through his report, and then suddenly asked him about some things that he had previously taken called paid vacation, but was actually responsible for overtime work.

"How do you get along with that conjurer from Japan?" Johann Goethe looked at the young man standing straight in front of him with a smile, and asked in a casual tone. Although the young man in front of him was slow in some aspects, he In terms of completing the task, he never cheated and played tricks. He was one of his proud subordinates, and it was exactly like this that he would let Paul Hesse be in charge of contacting Mitchell Ender.

"Not bad," nodded the brown-haired teenager, his thick curly hair shaking slightly with the movement, making him look like some kind of teddy bear.

He recalled the process of getting along with Otoko Yuta and himself, eating together (eating work meals), chatting together (referring to awkward conversations that did not exceed three rounds back and forth), hanging out together (missions), how to say they are very familiar up.

Paul Hesse carefully compared the standards of getting along with the friends he had mentioned before, nodded in his heart with satisfaction, and added affirmatively: "We are already very good friends, and I am not hated at all. Today's The interpersonal relationship was also very successful.”

"That's good. I have a business trip to Japan. I may need to cooperate with the Japanese conjurer. I was still weighing it. Since Paul, you and the support person there are coming to us this time. Mr. Otoko Yuta, who is on a business trip, is so familiar with it, so you will be in charge."

Seeing this, Goethe confessed a task smoothly.

"As ordered."

This is the reason why Yota Yigu was forced to remain silent when he got on the plane back home.

After all, he is not a social bully who can start a conversation with a piece of German spruce next to him, even if the piece of wood looks like a person, with lovely brown chestnut curly hair and melancholy brown eyes, but , he just opened his mouth.

Otoko Yuta covered the upper half of his face with a magazine, pretended to be sleeping, and wasted 3 precious minutes of his life in the posture of an ostrich. He thought carefully about whether the German boy sitting next to him recognized him. It was quickly concluded that this seat must have been arranged in advance, after all, the air ticket was paid for by the German government.

A flight attendant came this way, it was probably about time to land, Yi Guyou couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so he simply sat up straight and looked at the curly-haired boy who was staring out the window after taking off from the plane.

Just as he was about to speak, Paul Hesse turned his head.

"What's the matter?" The brown-haired boy stared at Otoko Yuta expressionlessly, glanced up and down at him, and suddenly paused, as if he had come to some conclusion, and continued on his own, " Does Mr. Yi Gu want to change seats? But it seems that you can’t change seats casually on the plane.”

"No, I didn't..." Yi Gu Youtai wanted to refute, but he still wisely chose to change the subject. After all, this is a person who is more natural than Grau Graman, "Paul, What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at a dragon." The boy with brown chestnut hair replied calmly.

"Oh, so it's a dragon," Yi Gu Youtai responded casually, and suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait, what? A dragon!"

"Where did the dragon come from?"

"Here, over there." Paul Hesse stood unusually calmly somewhere outside the small abandoned window, with curiosity in his eyes, "It turns out that there are still dragons flying in the sky in Japan."

Of course there can be no dragons, Yi Gu Youtai yelled in his heart, but now is not the time to correct Paul Hesse, he ignored the seat belt on his body, and desperately moved to the window, but he only had time to catch it with his vision. A beautiful white tail disappeared into the clouds.

Is it a curse spirit?Yi Gu Youtai was a little worried, so he had to report it to Mr. Gojo Satoru.

"Dragon-shaped curse spirit?" Gojo Satoru received a call from his student as soon as he got off the plane, his voice paused, and he inevitably recalled some distant or fresh memories, but these only made the white-haired man's eyes empty For a moment, he returned to his indifferent look.

"It's interesting, did you take any photos?" The white-haired young man seemed very interested in this, and Yidizhi Gaojie, who was driving ahead, looked at him in the rearview mirror in surprise.

Hearing Otoko Yuta's answer, Gojo Satoru was a little disappointed, and immediately complained like a cat that has not been satisfied: "Mrs. Yuta is terrible, why didn't you take pictures of such interesting things to share with the teacher, and deduct all your hijiufu Light, the teacher ate it all by himself."

Obviously you want to eat more desserts. After hearing this, although they are not in the same place, the mental activities of Yiji Gaojie and Yigu Yuta are very similar, and at the same time they complained silently in their hearts.

The dragon that Yigu Youta and Paul Hesse saw just now is Fuhu and the prairie hunter Atreiu riding on the back of the prototype Fulong. They are looking for someone.

I have to say that although Kong Shiyu can deceive people, he is still somewhat useful at certain times. The news of Nanako and Mimiko, who have been missing for a long time, was learned from him. Had to deal with this old and cunning intermediary.

"It should be here, they are really..." Atreiyu complained in a low voice, and he and Fu Hu fell slowly in the hidden place.

It's hard to see from the outside that this hidden place in the residential area is actually a stronghold of the curse masters. Maybe it's because of their superior force. Atreiyu and Fuhu didn't feel any blockage of the spell barrier, so it was very easy Came near the stronghold.

This is a residential area. The biggest disadvantage is that there are too many people, and there are many ordinary people. Unlike the curse masters, Atleiyu and Fuhu must take care not to affect ordinary people. Naturally, it is impossible to fight with the possible curse masters. , so care must be taken.

The door of the residential building was opened, and twins with black hair and white hair came out one after the other. Looking at their expressions, they didn't seem very happy, and their faces were a little gloomy.

Even Nanako, the liveliest of the two, was no longer noisy to the point of being annoying in the past. She pursed her lips tightly, frowned, and kept squeezing the white felt pendant on the phone with her fingers, looking irritable and impatient. , while the black-haired Mimiko followed her sister without saying a word.

Seeing all this, Kurikawa Soryu decided to let Little Hunter and Fulong follow the two girls first.

"That little black-haired girl, her desire is about to condense Olin, it's strange, a magician shouldn't be like this." The voice of the old man Roaming Mountain rang in Kurikawa Soru's mind.

"In short, let's take a look first." Kurikawa Soryu communicated with the system in his heart, and let the two vests follow the girls.

When the Jiachang sisters crossed the alley and entered the avenue of the main road, they were stopped by a young man who suddenly jumped out of a moving vehicle.

It was a foreigner who looked very young, a beautiful boy with curly brown chestnut hair and pupils of the same color, but his behavior at this time made people feel very surprised and abrupt.

"You, didn't you find anything wrong?" The curly-haired boy ignored the black-haired conjurer and the assistant supervisor in a suit who were frantically gesturing at him in the parked car behind him, and asked the black-haired boy with a puzzled tone. The middle school girl asked.