The boyfriend of the magic girl is too weak

As the thousand-year-old capital of Japan, Kyoto still retains the ancient aftertaste. Many ancient families in the magic world are entrenched in this land, including the Royal Sanjia.

The decision-making upper-level director department of the magic world is located in Kyoto. It is tall and solemn. As far as the eyes can see, there are stone statues, motionless, looking gloomy under the cold moonlight. On both sides stand the same number of rough stone pillars.

Gojo Satoru and Hisata Nao had just appeared in front of the gate, and several maidservants in kimonos bowed to greet them.

The leading maid held a lantern and walked around the corridor: "Master Gojo, Mr. Kuta, please come with us."

"Electric lights are not used in the 21st century," Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, "Pretending to be a remnant of feudalism."

Hisata Nao's mouth twitched: "Isn't the Gojo House like this?"

The Wutiao family is one of the three imperial families, and many of the elders in the family are members of the director's department, and they should be of the same level in terms of ancient rigidity.

Wu Tiaowu curled his lips: "Huh, I am the head of the family, I can do whatever I say, whoever dares to disobey me and bombard him with the sky, where are these gods and gods talking."

Nao Kuta: "...Yes, you are the head of the house, as long as you like it." If Gojo Satoru hadn't been so angry with the old-fashioned family every year, he ran back to the high school to find a home for Ru Nitzi and Xia Youjie, she would have almost believed him nonsense.

When they spoke, they didn't deliberately lower their voices. Gojo Satoru went too far, and the louder he spoke, he wished that the higher-ups in the inner hall could hear them clearly.

The shadows of the mountains and trees are mottled, oil-paper lanterns are lit up under the eaves, swinging around for a while, everything is eerily quiet.

"Master Wujo, please stop." The maid turned her side slightly, leaving a path that only allowed one person to pass, "Masters, I want to see Mr. Jiutian alone."

Gojo Satoru raised his chin: "Huh? Are you blocking my way? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

He formed a mudra with one hand, which was a preparatory gesture for launching the operation.

The maidservants behind them flinched a bit, and the leading maidservant's tone was still strong: "I'm sorry, the only one summoned by the adults is Mr. Jiutian."

"Courage is commendable, but the weak with overstretched strength are not qualified to speak."

As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru's fingertips glowed blue.

!!!

"Zhuzi dare!" A figure flashed out from the hall, trying hard to take Wujo Wu's blow, so as not to let him blast a big hole in the director's department.

The visitor was over sixty years old, with a pair of presbyopic glasses on his high jawbone, and his eye sockets were sunken. After the blow, he shook his numb hand: "Come in together."

Cigarettes are lingering in the inner hall, and the pine oil lamp on the table casts yellow halos.

Stepping over the threshold and entering the inner hall, Hisada Nao held her breath uncomfortably, and was half a step behind.

An old voice sounded: "Hata Nao, today you used spells in front of ordinary people to kill conjurers, do you have anything to say?"

Hisada Nao frowned: "Murder? Is it wrong to kill the Curse Master?"

After the curse master is captured, he is often ordered to be executed by high-level officials.

"You acted cruelly in front of the police and discredited the magic world."

"It's not conducive to the friendship between the two parties."

"Broken the friendship between the conjurer world and the police."

The sharp accusations that hit the head and covered the face took over one after another.

Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue, and stood in front of the students: "Is this room full of decaying atmosphere an offering to myself in advance?"

The voice of reprimand paused for a moment, and the upper level, who had remained silent all this time, said, "Nao Kuta must be punished."

His eyes were very light in color, as if they had no pupils, and there was a trace of blue in the vast white.

Nao Kuta recognized that this was a member of the Gojo family: "What kind of punishment, let's just say it."

The high-level said: "You are already a repeat offender, and you cannot be forgiven. You will be punished for one year and imprisoned for one year."

???

Punishment one, daring and punishment two?

Rotten Orange is really too old to make such a request.

Hisata Nao laughed back angrily: "Are you serious?"

If Gojo Satoru hadn't followed today, they would have used tough tactics rather than this tone.

She suspects that she may not be able to successfully upgrade to a first-level conjurer this year, suppressing the level, which is the most common method used by rotten oranges.

A black satin box was brought up.

He said in a condescending tone: "You have been unable to control your spell power, how can you be qualified as a conjurer? This is our latest alarm necklace, you must wear it."

It says it's a necklace, but it's actually a black collar.

"Impossible." Gojo Satoru pulled off the bandage, under the raised brows, the six pale blue eyes gleamed with cold anger, "Her teacher is still standing here, are you planning to treat my students like dog training? "

If you think about Rotten Orange's plan with your toes, it is definitely not an ordinary monitoring collar, and it will explode directly on the neck.

The higher-ups were not in a hurry, and slowly picked up the teacup: "Then her grade exam——"

boom--!

A whirlwind rolled up on the spot, and the screen in front of the higher-ups was instantly shattered, shattered inch by inch.

The dazzling blue light lit up in the inner hall, the mantra blasted through the entire roof, and the moonlight poured down coldly.

A group of high-level executives who had not been active for a long time were caught off guard by the whirlwind. They used their own magic power to stabilize their bodies. The whirlwind became bigger and bigger, and the surging spell energy bombarded them. Protecting the position of the heart vein, it was blown to pieces by the strong wind.

The maidservants and guards not far away shouted in panic: "Report! Enemy attack!"

"Hahaha, little Nao did a great job." Following Zhang Yang's laughter, Gojo Satoru withdrew his "He" gesture.

Hisata Nao pursed her lips, and she read poignantly: "After all, they all know that I can't control my spell power."

She took a deep breath, and the swollen blood vessels gradually subsided, and only a little bit beyond the limit threshold, adverse reactions had already occurred.

Her mana energy, 90.00% is the limit, more than [-] and less than [-], probably the gap between the second level and the quasi-special level, the difference is huge.

Gojo Satoru was amused by her words: "Not bad, not bad, worthy of reward."

The stone statue at the door roared into motion, and the dark curtain slowly fell over the director's office. Before it was completely closed, Gojo Satoru put his hand on Nao Hisada's shoulder, and teleported away with the students.

He teleported to another hill with Hisada Nao, the traditional old house was lit up, the two culprits fled, and the director department was in dire straits.

"They're getting bolder and their hands are getting longer and longer." Gojo Satoru looked serious, his eyes obscured, "Is it just so impatient to attack young people?"

Hisata Nao tilted his head: "You can also confront them, and it's better to strike first."

"It's not impossible, don't say that we have three special grades here, I can kill all these rotten oranges by myself." Gojo Satoru nodded in approval first, and then changed the subject, "But it's useless to do so, Kill this group and their successors, the rotten oranges cannot be killed."

The roots are broken, and the conjuration world is rotten from bottom to top.

"Only by constantly cultivating new people and pouring in more fresh blood can the magic world be saved." Wujo Satoru sighed in a gratified tone: "So, Jie and I chose to be teachers in order to cultivate you lovely people. Students, like Yuta, Kinji, and Nao, you are all good candidates."

The bad teacher suddenly felt numb and lyrical, and Nao Hisa got goosebumps all over his body: "Speak well and speak humanly."

Gojo Satoru: "Do you want to become stronger?"

Hisata Nao affirmed: "Isn't this nonsense? Of course I want to become stronger."

"Teacher has an honorable task for you." Gojo Satoru patted the student on the shoulder, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and smiled maliciously. "The more you watch Rotten Orange, the students must improve their strength."

"Xiao Nao mentioned before that the task of exorcising the first-level curse spirit is done alone." Gojo Satoru's voice was wanton and melodious, "The work of the teacher is entrusted to you, work hard!"

Hisata Nao's eyes darkened immediately, and then opened again. There was a deep ocean below, and she was in free fall.

A strong salty smell rushed towards the face, and the scarlet tentacles lifted up, waving their teeth and claws, attacking the uninvited guest.

Suddenly faced with a strong first-level spell attack, her heart was about to jump out of her throat. Hisata Nao used a technique to suspend in the air, and three or four tentacles overwhelmingly pressed down. She turned her body and dodged quickly. The scenery is like a roller coaster.

Nao Kuta finally saw the whole picture of this first-level curse spirit. It had dozens of thick and long tentacles and ferocious blood-red suckers.A new round of attacks came densely, like a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun.

……

Yukimura house.

Yukimura friend Gary greeted her returning brother, and she screamed excitedly: "My brother is back from a date, wow, are all these snacks for me?"

Yukimura Seichi only took out the takoyaki and braised duck legs, and put the rest into the refrigerator by category: "Don't eat too many snacks at night, or you won't be able to sleep in bed after eating too much."

Yukimura friend Gary does not have high requirements, and he is satisfied if he can eat supper: "Okay! Thank you brother, no no no, this must be bought by sister-in-law, right? Remember to say thank you sister-in-law for me!"

Seiichi Yukimura was thinking about what Sanada Sosuke had mentioned in his mind, he let out a "huh" and walked back to the room absent-mindedly.

When he first introduced himself, Nao said that she was from the Tokyo High School of Conjuration, and he always thought that the word "conjuration" came from religion.

Until today, the word "conjurer" appeared from Sanada Zongyou's mouth.

[Seikiichi: Has Nao returned to school? 】

He took a shower and still had no reply to the message.

Nao Kuta usually replies to messages quickly, almost within seconds. If the interval between replies is more than an hour, it means that she is busy—or in other words, she is on a mission.

What exactly is the so-called task?

Is it Nao's mission to cooperate with the police?

He sat in front of the computer, opened Google, typed in "conjurer", and hit enter to search.

The page that pops up first - Religious Sangha.

Sanada Zongyou sighed meaningfully: "It's not easy for a magician..."

The occupation that makes police officers feel so emotional is definitely not a religious sangha.

Yukimura Seichi flipped down page by page, his heart constricted in his chest, beating non-stop, he felt stomach cramps, and the beating made him painful.

What kind of answer will he get?