I'm heartbroken for my possession

Although I boasted a lot, it is still a little troublesome to hold a weapon.

The dual knives I use now are very useful, but I guess they are still a little bit worse as a medium.

Preferably... the weapon used by the spirit himself in his lifetime.

I glanced at the black-haired young man next to me, feeling a little worried: It's a pity that this guy has lost his memory now, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry so much if I just asked about the most convenient weapon in my life.

I went around the black market and found a lot of expensive things, but they didn't suit my liking.

... Well, the most important thing is that it doesn't meet my desire to hold a collar.

The intermediary seller I often worked with, after a wave of sales was rejected, his face gradually became serious, and he pulled me aside and whispered: "You are a prodigal son who holds a spirit."

I nodded in pain, "I know."

"Can you really afford to support him like this?"

"I have no choice but to work hard." I sniffed, and then asked, "Are there really no other weapons?"

"... Yes, but I don't recommend you to go." The intermediary showed a hesitant expression, and said to me in a low voice, "You know Gaozhuan, right?"

"Conjuration High School? The place that specializes in cultivating conjurers?"

"That's right, it's there! There are weapons in the high school, but... I don't think you can get them. If your boss comes, you can..."

"Why can't my boss do it?" I frowned, but didn't give up on this path. "Give me the information, and I'll see if it's feasible."

"OK, take it easy. You are one of my big clients, and I don't want you to die in a place like this."

"Shut up! You crow mouth!"

I read the information given to me by the intermediary... I don't think it's OK either.

Because of Gaozhuan, there is someone I can't beat and I don't want to provoke - the current head of the Wujo family, one of the three major families in the magic world, Wujo Wu.

He is also the strongest sorcerer.

I remember my lord said that this person's words are the type that he would find a little tricky to deal with.

And... if you really look into it, this person has a little bit of blood relationship with me.

In terms of blood relationship, Gojo Satoru is the son of my biological father's father's uncle's grandson.This relationship may seem similar, but in fact it is quite far away.

But my biological father was an illegitimate child, so he didn't grow up in Wutiao's parents.Later, after meeting my mother, the two got married, but passed away before giving birth to me. My mother had no money and no ability to earn money, so she returned to the countryside. The result was...

I didn't know these things at first, but someone in our team found out later, and the good man told me.

But I don't mind this kind of thing too much, I also hate the surname Wutiao, anyway, my biological father has never been recognized by the family, so what does it matter if I follow the surname I recognize!

only……

I glanced at the photo of my distant cousin on the computer, and said with nostalgia: "Do you think the other party may die early? If he dies early, I will definitely throw you and replace him with him."

After hearing what I said, Fu Heisher didn't even bother to say a word of ridicule this time, so he just let out a snort and didn't say a word.

I feel that this is not very lethal, but it is extremely insulting.

- what? !Look down on me, don't you!Anyway, I am also a person with five bloodlines!Maybe I with the same blood can do it!Although blood is thin!

The full name of the high school is the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College, which is a place for cultivating conjurers.

Of course, I don't think their treatment is very good. You can see that they can't recruit a few people every year.I heard that this is the teacher of the college who personally went to find Hao Miaozi and tricked him into the school.

"He said he wanted to spend money on me, but didn't he spend a penny in the end?"

"What? Is it because I don't like it? It's because your vision is too high." I sighed, "Forget it, what kind of weapon do you want, I will help you find it."

"Even if that weapon is in the high school?"

"If it is really paid into a high school... then I can only find a way to steal it from there?" I was a little helpless, "So it's best to use money to get it."

"Are you so generous to everyone with a spirit?"

"No, you are the first one." I sighed again, "After all, you are so strong, and you are compatible with me in battle. Of course, I want you to stay by my side voluntarily."

After all, the strong holding spirit is not strong.

Fu Heisher didn't buy it at all: "Didn't you just want to change to Gojo Satoru?"

"That's all I said... Do you think I can do it?"

"Too."

"..." No, I still can't get along with this guy.

In addition to revealing the spirit body, there is another way to hold the spirit, which is to shrink into a small ball of the spirit body.It is equivalent to the Q version of the human head floating.

In order to prevent being discovered by people who can see spirits outside and attracting too much attention, I let Shier stay in the form of a spirit ball on my shoulder when I go out.

After muttering a few words, I shut up. After all, if I keep talking to myself, the people around me will look like I am insane.

I have important business to go out this trip, and I passed the hospital.

When he was at the entrance of the hospital, he was hit by a black-haired boy in uniform who rushed out of the hospital.

"Sorry!" The other party's tone was a little anxious, and his expression seemed a little anxious.

I waved my hand: "It's okay, are you in a hurry? Go, I'm fine."

"Yes...thank you!" the boy ran away after finishing speaking.

I didn't continue walking, but stood where I was, looking at the boy's back.

"What's wrong?" Shir asked me.

I raised my hand and stroked my chin: "Well... I just think that young man looks so kind."

I originally thought that my holding spirit would mock me, but this time he didn't. Instead, he followed my line of sight and gave a hum.

I didn't say much and just kept going.

After walking for a short distance, I suddenly realized: "Ah, wait, does that boy look a bit like you?"

"Huh? I think it looks more like you?"

"Where is—ah, it's really a bit...but I think it's more like you!"

The two of us talked about this meaningless "who is more like the passer-by boy we just met", and we quickly arrived at our destination.

The person I'm going to visit this time... is the curse master Xia Youjie who the good lord once offered an olive branch to attract.