After I entered the Otome game, I became the head of the temple

Naturally, it is impossible for the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan to stay and accompany us three young people to the dessert shop. Looking at the white-haired and blue-eyed boy stuck behind me, he squinted his eyes and chose to get in the auxiliary supervisor's car and leave quickly.

As long as you can't see it, you won't have trouble!

Standing on the street right now, on my left is my brother Zenyuan Naoya, who looks gentle and caring for me, and on my right is Gojo Satoru, who is lavish but unwilling to be too far away from me.

Many young women passing by on the road stared at me with admiration, and some even dared to secretly take pictures with their mobile phones while blushing.

But in fact, most of the time I heard the argument between Zenin Naoya and Gojo Satoru.

To be honest, it's a bit like a cat and dog arguing at home.

Cute is cute, but noisy is really noisy.

I held my milk tea and thought for a while, then turned to look at the two people behind me who were fighting secretly: "I'm going to Yokohama, you..."

Before they finished speaking, the two said in unison: "I'm going too!"/"I'm going too!"

I:"……"

I almost forgot, these two people are also members of the Curse Secret Service, and of course Xia Youjie is too.After the establishment of the Conjuration Secret Service Division, I recruited several trustworthy and reliable conjurers around me.

I called Xia Youjie over 10 minutes later.

His long hair was half tied up, and he looked very neat and clean in a black casual T-shirt.Seeing the other two people beside me, he froze for a moment: "Will Wu also go with us?"

"Hey, what do you mean, Jie?" Gojo Goku put on a kitten face, his expression very displeased: "Obviously I am also a member of the Curse Secret Service Department, why are you the only ones acting together every time?"

"Are you ashamed to ask? Who is it who doesn't pay the credit every time and destroys public buildings and causes panic among the citizens?" Zenyuan Naoya said coldly beside him, crossing his arms.

Gojo Satoru was silent.

He silently looked at Xia Youjie, trying to hear if his best friend would defend himself.

Xia Youjie looked at him silently and felt very helpless: "Remember to pay the bill next time." Although he doesn't remember paying the bill very much, there will always be shikigami reminding him.

"Oh my God!" Gojo Satoru took a step back after being hit hard, and with tears in his eyes, half of his body stuck to my arm and asked me affectionately: "Makoto, am I still your favorite kitten?!"

I was confused: "Cat? What kind of cat? Have I ever raised a cat other than mica?"

"..."

Zenyuan Zhizai and Xia Youjie laughed out of embarrassment.

In the end, Xia Youjie and I adopted a certain chicken named Wutiaowu under the stalking of someone.

Zenyuan Naoya hugged his arms and snorted dissatisfied.

I turned my head to look at my tantrum brother, thought for a while, then touched his soft blond hair on tiptoe: "Even if I have a cat, Naoya is my favorite."

"...That's about the same!" The tall boy bent slightly, and moved his head over without any trace, and continued to grope.

Anyway, there are enough 'little animals' at home, and adding a chicken or a cat is not bad, as long as there is no objection from the Wutiao family.

Taneda Shantou is the supreme commander of the Supernatural Secret Service Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

This was the first time I saw the farming chief. He was a tall, middle-aged man in a simple kimono and with a moustache.

Gojo Satoru pointed at the other person's head very impolitely and said to me: "Makoto, this guy has a bald head!"

……Help.

I punched the chicken and broke the cat from behind, threw him to Xia Youjie behind and quickly apologized to the person opposite: "I'm very sorry, he just has such a personality and no malice... Please forgive me."

"Ah, it's all right." Taneda Shantou laughed kindly, and he stared at me for a while: "I didn't expect that the head of the department who was on the same level as our Ability Secret Service Division was such a young girl when it was first established. , um, I’m also sorry for belittling your thoughts before, so we’re evening each other out!”

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't expect the supreme commander of the Supernatural Secret Service to be so eloquent.

Gojo Wu broke free from Xia Youjie's hand, and said again: "Hey, uncle, although you have a bald head, you are quite a nice person!"

The chief farmer looked a little ugly: "Can you not mention the bald head?"

"...Wu, shut up." My momentary relief was gone, and I even wanted to throw the chicken and the cat out.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide: "Why?!"

Xia Youjie raised his hand to cover the opponent's mouth again, and sighed again and again: "Wu, your ability to irritate people is really improving day by day."

This is not meant to compliment him at all.

But Xia Youjie can also understand that he often runs to the Buddhist monastery, and he also meets many high-level conjurers. Most of the people he meets are not good people and their words are hard to listen to.

Not to mention Wujo Wu and Zenyuan Makoto, even he himself can't help but say a few words sometimes.

"Forget it, I know he didn't mean anything...but really don't mention the bald head anymore!" The chief farmer said and looked at the young man with the most flamboyant personality among the four: "Let's talk about the business next, you two? Are you here on behalf of the Curse Special Affairs Division?"

I sat between Naozai and Xia Youjie, and I nodded seriously when I heard that the other party wanted to ask me: "Yes, you should also know that the work content of the Magic Secret Service Division is almost the same as that of the Supernatural Special Service Section. We also have a general understanding of the problems we have encountered, and the high-level conjurers... I think you should be ready to give up even if you don't say anything."

Chief Farmer folded his arms and sighed slightly: "That's right, I have given up the idea of ​​asking the higher-level conjurers for help. Some things can be seen from the conversation, so they have no intention of helping us at all."

Gojo Satoru was lying alone on the single sofa with his legs crossed. He listened to the commercial conversation between me and the farming chief and frowned: "The higher-ups are all talkative rotten oranges. If you need help, come directly to the Magic Secret Service Division, we are the strongest!"

"Well, if I remember correctly, you are... the six-eyed man from the Gojo family, right?" The chief farmer quietly looked at the white-haired and blue-eyed boy: "I didn't expect that you were also a member of the Curse Secret Service Division." member."

As early as when he was seeking the help of a conjurer, Chief Farmer paid attention to the unknown profession of a conjurer.

The three families of conjurers, and the spells passed down from each family, including the curses born by humans... The dangers encountered by conjurers are far more than those of supernatural beings.

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at Chief Farmer suspiciously: "Didn't you consider cooperating with the exorcist before? After all, if ghosts are mentioned, people's first reaction is monsters."

"Exorcist..." Chief Farmer frowned in distress, and said slowly while stroking his beard: "There are many sayings about exorcists and exorcists, but after they came to see After confirming that the [Ogre] was not a monster, he left, which I can understand, after all, many of their jobs are almost year-round."

Xia Youjie: "..."

It makes sense, but magicians are also open all year round?

"Then let's exchange information now, Chief Farmer." I said with a smile, pulling Chief Farmer's attention away from other aspects: "I want to ask, how much does the Supernatural Secret Service know about [Ogre] ?”

"...To be honest, we don't know much through investigation, but we know that this is not a supernatural power, and those [ogre] were originally ordinary residents or homeless people in Yokohama. As for why humans can transform into [ogre] , we investigated the remaining potion bottles at the scene, and we can roughly guess that these people changed after taking some kind of potion."

Zenyuan Naoya looked at me subconsciously, and he only spoke about the potion when he saw me nodding.

"What we have investigated is similar, but more discoveries are in the medicine." When it comes to business, Naoya's expression also becomes serious: "I hope that what we are going to say next can be kept secret, because if what we want to say Leakage can easily cause panic."

The farming chief nodded solemnly: "I agree, you can talk about it."

"There is actually nothing wrong with this potion, it's just that there is a material in it that is the key to transforming people into ghosts, and that is the blood of the ghost king."

I clasped my hands on my knees and tried to explain it in as concise a way as possible.

"The rumor about the King of Ghosts first originated in the Heian period. There was a terminally ill young man who longed to have a healthy body. Therefore, a kind doctor researched a medicine for him in order to prolong his life, but because of the side effects of the medicine, he thought he was His condition worsened so he killed the doctor."

"Afterwards, he became the ancestor of ghosts. He found that his body was restored to health, and he also obtained immortality, but the medicine researched by the doctor lacked an ingredient, so he became a ghost who needed to eat human flesh and blood. monsters, and cannot live in the sun."

After listening to my words carefully, Chief Farming frowned slightly: "So this rumor is true?"

I nodded: "The king of ghosts can distribute his own blood to humans, thereby turning humans into ghosts. This is the birth of ogres."

"...It's unbelievable, I didn't expect this kind of thing..." Chief Farmer held his head and looked very headache: "So the [Ogre] in Yokohama was made by that ghost king?"

"No, the ghost king was wiped out during the Taisho period."

"Then... how did [Ogre] appear?"

"Although the ghost king is dead, his blood has been collected and now it is made into potions for people to use." I put a USB flash drive on the table and pushed it towards Chief Farming with my index finger: "There are information about potion research and... ...the testimony of an ogre we captured."

……

We stayed in Yokohama for the time being after we left the Supernatural Secret Service Division. On the way, Xia Youjie wiped out a fourth-level curse spirit: "Shouldn't you tell them about the Panxing Sect?"

"It's useless to talk about it, there are ordinary people there and they can't control it." Gojo Wu rubbed the back of his head and said indifferently: "Besides, if you want to go deeper, the problem is that the magician Here."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chanyuan Naoya couldn't help but say, "...Have you forgotten our purpose of coming here?"

"Okay." I threw the stamped paper in my hand into the shadow and said with a satisfied smile, "I have obtained the action permission letter from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so let's destroy that pharmaceutical factory."