Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"In the report submitted not long ago, my subordinate said that he saw your dragon in Japan."

After the former transcendent got on the phone, the man with the bushy beard said straight to the point.

As an old acquaintance for many years and a straightforward person, most of the conversations between Goethe and Mitchell Ende are in this mode, which saves the official pleasantries, but makes Mitchell Ende willing to talk to him more Two sentences have improved a lot of efficiency.

"Good morning John, what a nostalgic voice. You seem to have not called me in person for a long time. I almost forgot when was the last time I heard your call. It was Christmas last year? I remember you And said wish me a long life."

The old man's peaceful voice came from the other end of the phone, but he only complained that John Goethe had not called for a long time, and did not mention any effective information about what Goethe said before.

This evasive attitude made Johann Goethe's eyes darken, and the man's complexion became a little bad.

"Good morning, Mitchell, I hope you are well."

Now that the elders have said so, it seems that a moderate greeting is essential, but at the same time Goethe did not forget the purpose of his call.

The fact that Mitchell Ender became an ordinary person overnight has always been a cloud hanging over the heads of the German authorities. The German authorities still regard Mitchell Ender's loss of supernatural powers as a top secret. It can be seen that the loss of a transcendent The significance of the report to Germany, and Paul Hesse's report not long ago made some people, including him, give birth to some thoughts.

"Thanks to you, I'm fine. Speaking of which, your agents are some nice guys. Last week, I offered to help my wife bring back the food, but it would be better if you would let them stay away from my house." Well, I don't want to drop a pen on the balcony and hit two agents."

Goethe heard the sound of some porcelain clashing from the phone, and the old man seemed to answer leisurely after taking a sip of tea. He seemed to know Goethe's intentions, but he didn't care, even He didn't care about it at all, drinking tea seemed to trump everything at this moment.

"Your supernatural powers have recovered? When did this happen?" Johann Goethe asked eagerly, and suddenly thought of other possibilities. The man's face suddenly darkened, and his voice unconsciously revealed some coldness. , "What the hell are you doing, Mitchell?"

"Relax, John, those are just some minor problems." The old man's unhurried voice came from the phone.

"Small problem?" The middle-aged man with a beard seemed to want to say something, but after all he just silently picked up his pipe and smoked it.

"We all know what those high-level officials are thinking, don't you also dislike them, John?" Seeing that no one responded, the old man was not annoyed, and just continued on his own, "John Goethe, anyway , My answer is only this, even if I come back with supernatural powers, I won’t work for those politicians.”

"Now I'm just an ordinary old man who is so downcast that he needs state relief."

The phone was hung up abruptly, and Mitchell End could only hear the busy tone from the landline.

The old man smiled helplessly, shrugged his shoulders, and showed a mischievous expression.

"Maomao." The old man called towards the direction of the kitchen, and white steam was gushing out from the small kitchen.

But Mitchell Ender waited for a long time, but still did not get the expected response. Only the sharp sound of the kettle boiling echoed in the kitchen, and the old man's face was suddenly stained with worry.

When Johann Goethe put down the phone with a serious face, a young man wearing a top hat also walked in at the right time, aiming at the timing and starting today's routine report, all of which were delivered by Paul Hesse, who was extremely enthusiastic about his work. information obtained there.

"There are also some actions on the American side. They got the news much faster than we imagined." Thomas Mann took off his top hat, and the young man dressed as a magician took out the paper report from it as if by magic, and handed it over To Johann Goethe.

"American?" Hearing this word, the bearded man frowned subconsciously, but when he saw the most prominent name on the report, the man's originally frowned eyebrows relaxed a little.

"It's the 'group', Fitzgerald's organization, don't worry about it, although I don't know where he got the news, but if it's that person, the situation is better than I imagined Some."

"Do you need me to go to Japan to assist Paul Hesse?" The magician seemed to be full of interest in visiting Japan, and volunteered to recommend himself.

But Goethe would not so hastily send one of his capable generals to Japan, and immediately dispelled the young man's thoughts.

"No need, Japan is already a keg full of gunpowder, as long as there is a spark, it will explode quickly, and we don't need to be the person who ignites it for the time being, just let Paul carry out the task as usual, he should already have some clues That's right, tracking down the 'source' is the top priority."

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The black car stopped in front of the old claustrophobic classical Japanese-style house. Gojo Satoru and Grau Graman had already arrived at their destination, and there was no reason to run away.

For this visit or summons, the white-haired young man seemed to be unilaterally expressing resistance. He didn't intend to get off the car for a long time, but kept thinking, but had no intention of moving.

Seeing Wujo Satoru like this, Graugramman didn't move either. In this strange environment, he still chose to trust his teacher.

The assistant supervisor sitting in the front row was forced to open the car door for the young man considerately under orders. The confused pink-haired cub looked at the assistant supervisor who was already sweating coldly, and then at Gojo Satoru, who had a displeased face, and fell into a kind of Dilemma.

However, no matter how many conflicts and resentments there were in his heart, he was still facing the higher-ups after all. In the end, Graugramman couldn't bear to embarrass the poor assistant supervisor, and got out of the car first, which relieved the slightly fat assistant supervisor.

"Teacher Wutiao..." Graugramman called out hesitantly after getting out of the car, but when he turned around, he found that at the same time he got out of the car, the white-haired man also quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

"What's wrong, Grau?"

As if he didn't realize that there was anything inappropriate about his behavior just now, the white-haired young man wearing a blindfold answered the student's question with a smile, and slightly raised a corner of the blindfold where the student didn't notice.

The ice-blue eyes looked threateningly in the direction of the assistant supervisor, Gojo Satoru's gaze immediately made the man in the suit sweat faster.

"It's nothing, Mr. Gojo, let's go." Seeing that Gojo Satoru had gotten out of the car, and Graugramman's goal had been achieved, the boy didn't pursue any further, and immediately smiled happily at his teacher, and followed along as he spoke. Guided by the assistant supervisor, he walked towards the gate of the house.

As if she had expected their arrival and was prepared for it, the maid with her sideburns had been waiting at the door for a long time. When she saw the two figures appear, she bowed gracefully to them.

Gojo Satoru, who grew up in such an environment, seemed to be accustomed to such a common thing, but Graugramman looked at the maid curiously, and was very puzzled by the state of the maid.

The woman in the kimono is obviously a real human being, but every move she makes seems to be following an invisible ruler. She is so meticulous that she seems to be more dead than the dolls on Hinamatsuri.

The invitation of the Chanyuan family is only for Grau Graman, even if Gojo Satoru is the head of the Gojo family.

The maid firmly stopped Gojo Satoru. Although she trembled slightly under the aura of the white-haired youth, she still firmly signaled Graugramman to follow her in alone.

Seeing that her attitude was really tough, Gojo Satoru didn't insist. At this time, it would be too disrespectful to embarrass a maid who is acting on orders.

The white-haired young man just let out a disdainful sneer from his nasal cavity, as if he was mocking such a rigid and strict dogma, while the target of his satire seemed to be completely unaware, still wearing a mask-like flawless smile, Have Graugramman follow her inside.

Graugramman was led to a secluded courtyard by the maid.

Although this courtyard is hidden, the interior decoration is not sloppy at all. In some inconspicuous places, it can be said that a lot of effort has been made, with a low-key high-end feel.

On the other side of the Japanese room was sitting the head of the Zenyuan family—Zenyuan Zhibiren.

He looked like a lean old man, but very lively, drunk and full of energy for his age.

Seeing the Patriarch of the Chanyuan Family, an ordinary conjurer would be a little apprehensive when seeing him for the first time.

But Graugramman didn't feel nervous at all. Instead, he walked in front of the old man with a calm expression, and even looked at the old man curiously.

Before Grau Graman heard that his son seemed to be at odds with his father, he only hoped that he would take over when his father passed away. He used to think that he and Leyan Temple were generally old-fashioned, but now it seems that he will be an old man for decades The owner is definitely not a problem.

While Graugramman was looking at the old man, the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy were also looking at the rumored student of Jugao.

Under the cover of Wujo Wu, the Zhipi people of the Zen Garden had the impression of Graugramman at the beginning as a little ghost brought back by Wujo Wu from abroad. In the future, it is likely that he will be a loyal supporter of the Wujo family boy.

It wasn't until the boy in front of them was led by Gojo Satoru to make a big fuss at the headquarters of the Curse Association that they finally discovered this piece of rough jade that Gojo Satoru had hidden before.

It is not accurate to describe Graugramman with uncut jade. In the eyes of the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy, the conjurer I met today undoubtedly has amazing strength. Even if he is given a chance, It is not impossible for a teenager to be rated as a special class.

"Ding——" The porcelain cups collided with each other, making a soft sound like jade shattering, which drew back Grau Graman's attention that had been wandering since the Zhipi people in the Zen courtyard had been silent.

The sake is poured into the vessel, but it is in the wine cup directly in front of the Zen courtyard.

But the old man offered tea in front of Graugramman, and the Zhipi people didn't seem to want to have a drink with the minor.

"thanks?"

He took the tea cup with some doubts. The little lion has always been very bad at rejecting other people's kindness. Although he was still very puzzled as to why he was called here today, Graugramman still showed a bright smile. Say thanks to the old man.

"Don't be so nervous." The old Patriarch of the Chanyuan said with a smile, raised his hand, and signaled Grau Graman to relax.

"Yi Guyouta is your classmate, right now, he has a mission to go abroad, but he still has a task to take over, and no one is competent for the time being, so we decided to let you take over, here Only take responsibility for it until the matter is dealt with."

Gojo Satoru told me to be as casual as possible before I came here. Although Graugramman didn’t intend to work overtime, but seeing what Zenyuan Zhipiren meant, he won’t have to do other tasks after accepting this task. Yes, the pink-haired boy did not refuse.

After Grau Graman agreed to hand over the task at hand to Yigu Youtai, the meeting between Zhibiren of the Zen Academy and Grau Graman was almost over.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan didn't intend to let Grau Graman leave immediately, but put on a smile, and first praised his Grau Graman's technique with a smile like an old man who cared about the younger generation.

"Your technique is very good. It is a very rare and powerful technique that has been rarely seen in these years." The Zhibi of the Zen Academy talked kindly about the technique of the boy with a very strange pink hair in front of him.

It has to be said that since Gojo Satoru led Grau Graman to make such a declaration at the gate of the taboo, and in addition to the fact that the previous sister exchange match was reported by Leyansi Jiashen, Grau Graman's technique This formula may be a very unstable factor for the entire structure of the magic world.

The Gojo family has six eyes and Fukuroe, who has mastered the Zen family's family tradition, is so strong that he has to let the Zen family and the Kamo family join forces. Lau Graman, future prosperity is almost inevitable.

If we don't pay attention to it, maybe the Gotiao family will dominate in the magic world in the future, and this is one of the situations that the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan don't want to see the most.

"Do you have any plans after graduation? Or do you have any dreams?" From the first impression, the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan saw that this talented young man is definitely a very easy-to-deceive guy. It is definitely a good thing for them that Graman pried it from the Gojo family.

For Grau Graman, this question is simply a sub-question.

"I want to become a super magician!" The pink-haired boy said without hesitation, touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, and added in a low voice, "Because there is someone who wants to make him proud of me."

"That's right, it's a good thing to have a dream," the old man replied in a gentle tone, some indistinct emotions flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes, "There's nothing more to do next."

Immediately, the person directly adjoining the Buddhist monastery waved his hand, indicating that Grau Graman could leave.

But when Graugramman stood up, the old man seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and in a casual tone, he invited Graugramman to stay for dinner.

"How about staying and having lunch with me, an old man?" the Patriarch of the Chanyuan House said in a rare and approachable way, as if he just had a sudden idea.

Originally, the time when the person directly adjoining the Buddhist monastery asked Grau Graman to meet was very ingenious. It happened to be around noon. According to the normal schedule, no matter what, it was possible to ensure that the meeting between Grau Graman and the person directly adjoining the Buddhist monastery would take place during lunch. Finish.

This also allowed the old man to make this invitation logically without appearing too deliberate. As for calling himself an old man or something, it was his own bad taste and some intentional misfortune.

"For lunch, but..."

The pink-haired boy seemed a little hesitant. When the person he met for the first time invited him to dinner, he kept in mind Zenyuan Maki's advice to him not to eat with unfamiliar people, and Mr. Wujo might still be waiting outside with.

But he is a person who respects the old and loves the young very much. Facing the invitation of such an old man, Graugramman couldn't bear to refuse.

"It's okay, it's okay, if you don't want to, don't have too much psychological pressure, but I probably can only eat alone."

"I'm very happy!" Hearing what the Zhipi people of the Buddhist monastery said, Graugraman said without hesitation.

But as soon as he agreed, the little lion regretted a little: "But Teacher Wutiao..."

"Don't worry, I've already asked someone to tell him, you just need to relax and stay and use this lunch."

"By the way, maybe you wouldn't mind adding another person to our lunch?"

When Graugramman sat back in his seat again, the Zhipi people in the Buddhist monastery were playing with the wine cups, pretending to be a little embarrassed.

"I don't mind, it's great to be lively!"

Thinking of the scene where he was fighting with his classmates during the dinner in the college, Graugram couldn't help but smiled knowingly. Hearing a series of self-deprecating remarks from the Zenyuan Zhipiren, the suggestion to make this dinner a little bit lively Nor refuse.

But I didn't expect that before another lunch partner who was about to join arrived, the dishes for today's lunch were first served by the maid carefully.

Seeing that the string beans were all on the table, but there was still no sign of the third person, the Zhipier of the Zen Academy waved his hand to stop his servant who was serving him, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Zhizai now?"

At this time, the tone of the Zenyuan Zhipiren was no longer the kind and gentle way he was when he faced Graugman, but stern and cold. This was the tip of the iceberg of the Zenyuan family's original appearance.

"Master Naozai, horse, we'll be there soon!" The servant who was stopped by him was already well-trained, but was still startled by the old man's sharp questioning.

"I'm sorry, I may have to wait for a while." After the servants and maids left the Japanese room, the man next to the Zen courtyard calmed down his expression and said to Grau Graman on the side.

The old man's expression seemed to be much more serious than before. For Zenyuan Naoya who didn't come to the appointment on time, the one who was most angry was Zenyuan Zhipiren.

After a long quarter of an hour, the young man, who was wearing a loose kimono and was obviously in a hurry to put on such an obligation for this occasion, arrived late.

This member of the Zenyuan family has short yellow hair that should be caused by hair dyeing. He looks a little impatient, and he doesn't have much respect for the direct neighbors of the Zenyuan. Greetings, as for Graugramman, he was completely ignored.

"Why are you here so late?" It was the Zhipi people of the Buddhist monastery who asked the question.

"Something is delayed, don't be so meddling old man, even my father should be more sensible." This young man who seemed to have no respect for this lunch was the owner of the Zen Academy and only the producer. Son Zenyuan Naozai.

"Hmph—" the old man Henry sitting on the main seat let out a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

There seems to be a great discord between the father and son.

"Then can we have dinner?" It seemed that he was completely unaware of the undercurrent between the father and son, and the confrontation just now, but his eyes were full of thinking about finishing the meal, and he looked excitedly towards the other side. The anxious father and son asked.

"Of course, easily."

Averting his gaze from his son, the Zenyuan Zhipi people put away the deliberately fake smile, and put on a more realistic smile again.

It was at this time that Zenyuan Naoya noticed Grau Graman sitting next to their father and son. His arrogant attitude just now made him subconsciously ignore this seemingly strange hobby, and he was bolder than him in dyeing hair. A teenager with strange pink hair.

"Who is he?" Zenyuan Naoya directly asked Zenyuan Zhibi, not even bothering to talk to the pink-haired boy.

"That's Graugramman."

When this name was said lightly by the Zenyuan Zhipi people, the disdain for Graugramman on Zenyuan Naoya's face seemed to disappear for a moment.

No wonder he reacted like this again. Chanyuan Naoya had heard about Grau Graman before. He has always been pretentious, and he regards Gojo Satoru as his opponent with high self-esteem. envious.

He originally wanted to get in touch with Yota Oto, but Yota Oto was going abroad, which happened to be staggered with Naoya of the Chanyuan, which made him a little annoyed and complained.

But it seems good to settle for the second best now, the young man who finally sat down in his seat honestly thought to himself.

The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan left Grau Graman for lunch this time, and they also had some thoughts like this.

As a veteran who has been in this field for many years, he noticed Zenyuan Naoya's intentions at a glance. He was also happy to see his son so active, so he found an excuse to leave the meeting after a while. Leave space for Zenyuan Naoya and Grau Graman to contact.

"Your name is Grau Graman?" Zenyuan Naoya asked in a casual tone, as if greeting a kitten or dog on the side of the road.

Although he ignored this pink-haired guy at the beginning, Zenyuan Naoya didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He was very satisfied and proud of his status as the son of the Zenyuan family, and he was even convinced that this status was enough to convince the people he wanted to recruit. people.

At some point, the little lion with an exceptionally keen intuition sensed Naoya Chanyuan's malicious intentions and subconsciously wanted to stay away, but he still politely answered Naoya Chanyuan's question: "My name is Grau Graman. Secondary school!"

"High school? Which high school, the one in Kyoto? Or—" Zenyuan Naoya prolonged the tone on purpose, and said with three points of sarcasm, "It's that unpopular school in Tokyo."

"It's in Tokyo, but it's definitely not a low-level school. Everyone in the school is very good! Excellent!" Graugramman felt very sad about Zenyuan Naoya's belittlement, and retorted righteously.

"Oh." But the young man with yellow hair just replied such a word without interest at all, quite disapproving.

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, Zenyuan Naoya suddenly seemed to remember something, and leaned slightly towards Grau Graman, "Do you know a trash named Zenyuan Maki?"

"I'm sorry," the pink-haired boy turned his head in the direction of the person who happened, showing a harmless and bright smile, "Can I ask Mr. Zenyuan to say it again? I didn't seem to hear clearly just now."

Zenyuan Naoya was a little impatient, but thinking that this was the person he needed to recruit, he had a little more patience, and repeated what he said just now: "It's that waste named Zenyuan Maki—"

Only this time, he seemed to have no chance to say the whole sentence again.