Only 100 days left in life

meeting room.

It was dark, and the wind roared and climbed over the dead tree in front of the window.

The desks and chairs that were vacant for most of the time in the Department of Conjuration have been filled with people one by one, and there is only one seat left.

——the place near the center that was reluctantly left behind.

The heavy door was pushed open, and the howling wind rushed into this remote and dark room.

Several people present frowned, and some people turned their heads and clicked their heads in disdain, but no one insulted them directly.

Although the high-level officials really think they have a lot of qualifications, it is unreasonable to shrink back from a kid who has not yet lived to the age of [-], but for one of the oldest three royal families in the magic world-the head of the Wutiao family who is currently in its heyday After all, they still have some thoughts of avoiding it.

Gojo Satoru swaggered in and sat in the seat reserved for him.

"Why did you ask me to come here today?" He crossed his legs, "Finally think about it, I think I should die? Then I don't mind doing you a little favor, sending you to the underworld in advance - no need The kind that came back."

Although he was speaking harshly, Gojo Satoru still had a mocking smile on his lips.

Originally, his itinerary for today was very full. Problems from the students, family affairs, and the two special magic spirits that appeared before and then escaped later were all very troublesome.

And at this time, he was called here because of Shiratori Mariko and Knotashi Yuhito, or some messy plan related to these two people.

Tsk, you shouldn't expect anything from these people.

After waiting for a long time without seeing anyone speak, Gojo Satoru knocked on the table impatiently.

"Are you dumb? Talking?" he said. "Shall I get you some lozenges, grandpas? Or would you rather have your useless tongues pulled out?"

He made a very tugging gesture, "After all, everyone is already familiar with it, and I can give you a discount, saving you no money to hire a curser to assassinate me, right?"

What he is insinuating here is that the first-level curse master who was caught not long ago publicly identified that a certain upper class hired him to curse Gojo Wu.

All the people present whispered, and finally Jiashen of Leyan Temple, who was seated next to the left, coughed and spoke first.

"It's better for you to be humble, boy of the Gojo family," he said, "I called you here today because your student, Otoko Yuta, disappeared while performing a mission. According to the information from the scene, it is estimated that It’s a special-level or higher curse spirit.”

He knocked on the table, and the waiter beside him respectfully placed a thick stack of documents on the table in front of Gojo Satoru.

"Because of the arduous task this time, we decided to forgive you for your ignorance, the head of the Wutiao family. Because of Yi Gu Youta's special status," the person on the other end said hoarsely, "we decided to let you go to rescue Yi Guyouta. These are detailed information."

After his words fell, a pair of eyes with a stale air stared at him, as if they had reached a consensus on this, and were waiting for Gojo Satoru's answer.

Gojo Satoru did not touch the file.He just stood up and looked around at the higher-ups who were staring at him like vultures.

"Okay, I'll go," he replied after a while, "the information is no longer needed."

Before the upper echelons had doubts about Gojo Satoru's rare good words, they began to speculate whether he had other plans.

Gojo Gojo sneered, raised his hand and lifted the table.

The delicate tea set fell to the ground with a crackling sound and shattered into petals. The tea in the cup also splashed on the carefully "processed" materials, smearing a large stain.

The room was silent for a moment, no one spoke, no one moved.

Gojo Satoru sneered, dropped a word, and closed the door heavily.

"The next time you come here, it's time to take your heads. Before that day comes, live on with your last breath—old immortals."

In the scorching summer, although it is only after seven o'clock, a group of students who are exercising have gathered on the playground.

The first graders were led by Pan Da, without exception, they were running in circles.

The newcomer, Yoshino Junpei, was hanging weakly at the end, followed by the curse skeleton who kept swinging his arms and trying to hit him.

Kuzaki Yarose and Fuguro Megumi are in the middle without any haste, and the seemingly relaxed Knotaba Yuhito who follows Junpei occasionally pulls Junpei who is at the end and teaches him how to adjust Breathe and adjust your pace.

Standing next to him was Kiyotaka Iji, who was called to help temporarily because Gojo Satoru was called to a meeting yesterday.

Because it was too hot, he sighed while wiping his sweat while wearing a formal suit in this weather, he only hoped that Gojo Satoru would come back soon, or that the students would finish their work soon.

Mariko Shiratori, who was nestling at home and watching TV with her pillow in her arms, was also pulled out by Dingqi Ye Qiangwei and the others, and sat quietly by the side, watching them run around.

Originally, she had an appointment with Dr. Jia in the afternoon, so she agreed, and simply squatted here.Although it's a bit hot here, it's still under the shade of a tree, so it won't get to the point of heatstroke.

Footsteps sounded from the side, and Maki Zenin, who was holding two cans of drinks, sat down beside Mariko Shiratori.

She shook the two cans of drink in her hands, and a flash of light reflected from the aluminum cans, "What does it taste like?"

Seeing it was Maki, Shiratori Mariko cheered, "Orange flavor!"

She remembers this cool girl, "Aren't you going to go down and work out with them, Maki?"

Maki opened the can with one hand, and handed her the can of orange-flavored sparkling water.

"Drink it," she said, then paused before answering her question, "It's too hot."

Mariko Shiratori gulped down two gulps before withdrawing a little bit from this inextricable refreshing feeling.

"Where are the others?" She asked curiously, "I remember that flaxen-haired classmate—"

"Oh, are you talking about Thorn?" Maki pointed to a figure on the other side of the playground, "Look, he's hiding there."

Shiratori Mariko looked in the direction she pointed, and found that there was indeed a dog that seemed to be a mushroom hiding in a shady corner there.

As if sensing the gazes of the two, he moved slowly and turned around, revealing not only half of his face covered by the fan, but also the spinning fan behind him.

"That's the only place on the playground that can be connected to electricity," Maki explained. "We used to move the air conditioner here and were scolded by the head moth, so we simply replaced it with an electric fan."

She seemed completely used to this kind of life, but Mariko Shiratori was still shocked by it.

"Don't you have an indoor stadium," she asked curiously, "or, go to a cooler place?"

"Ah, the indoor ones are not very easy to handle, and they are easy to be demolished." Maki looked at Shiratori Mariko, and seemed to think that the question she asked was a bit cute, "And in the school, unless you go to the back mountain, there is not such a big venue. .There are too many trees in the back mountain.”

On the playground, Shunping looked enviously at the dog Curly Thorn hiding under the tree on one side, and he was accidentally kicked by the curse bone next to him, and fell under the tree on the other side, making a rather loud impact Voice.

He groaned in pain, and was picked up by the knotweed who ran around quickly, and patted the leaves stuck to his body clean.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Indeed, I feel that the indoor playground is not safe."

She looked around, "I remember who said before that you have subsidies for missions. Then why don't you decorate the school building? It feels a bit old."

It seems that the magic world is not short of money.

"Our side has already been calculated. It's because you haven't been to Kyoto, and their side is even worse." Maki said without hesitation, "As for their side, let me tell you, even the self-service vending machines there No, don’t put it away, there is only a refrigerator in the school, and you can only eat some instant noodles or boiled edamame when you get up in the middle of the night, and you can’t even order takeaway! Since soda can’t be bought in a very remote place, the students can drink cold water at most.”

Shiratori Mariko nodded, feeling the atmosphere of a closed school.

"Indeed, it's scary," she said with lingering fear. "Compared in this way, I think the vending machines in your school look much better."

She also found limited-edition soda drinks that were soon out of print.

"Of course, our school is the best school," Maki said excitedly, "so we must win the competition this year!"

Although Yi Gu wasn't there for their competition this time, there was a specially recruited first-year student who came in. Regardless of anything else, there were two more cannon fodders!

After all, no one thought that the knotweed can be brought back to life before.

Speaking of this, Maki looked at Shiratori Mariko with a little emotion, "Fortunately, you fell on our side, and Kei was the first to find out. Kei, he is quite soft-hearted. I remember the knotweed is He rescued him. Although the school is said to be in the mountains, the school in Kyoto is different. The atmosphere is completely spoiled by the gang of old immortals. The first thing they see you may be to kill you. "

She made a gesture of choking her neck, "The students over there, except for one or two thorns, are very obedient to the principal."

Yidizhi Jiegao, who was standing next to them, couldn't hold back, wiped his sweat again, and stood a little further away from them by the way.

Yes, you also know that none of you listen to Principal Ye Moth, you are very self-aware, hahahaha.

"This, so scary!" Shiratori Mariko was indeed frightened, "Murder is illegal, right! Don't the police arrest them?"

Not only are there curse spirits who kill people at will, but also people who kill people at will?

After taking another sip of soda, Shiratori Mariko thought of a question.

Oh, she's a black household now.

"Yeah, it's that scary. They're connected to the government, and the law doesn't apply to conjurers," Maki shrugged. "It's just that stupid. Those old guys are afraid of anything that breaks the status quo." With a repelling attitude, I have a deep understanding."

Not only to the curse spirits, but also to people in the same ruthless, greedy and maggot-like manner.

Maki didn't go deep into this topic, but talked about other things as if nothing had happened.

She shook the grape-flavored soda in her hand, and smiled a little mischievously, "Speaking of which, Mariko, how did you get pulled out? I thought you would stay at home at this point, or go out for a stroll or something .You haven’t been to the complex here yet, have you? It feels like you’re always hiding at home.”

"Ah, this," Shiratori Mariko scratched her face, "Wild Rose and the others said they couldn't let me hide in the house anymore, and it would cause mold if I continued like this, so they pulled me here. And if I go out, I always feel that it will cause trouble for you.”

She hadn't thought about wandering anywhere in the world of conjuration since her last visit to the other side of the world and the trouble she'd caused.

After all, it was the beginning of August, and the weather was already hot. It would be fine to stay at home with the air conditioner and eat cold drinks for the rest of the day.

Moreover, this world is too dangerous, she is not as good as a cat dumpling, so she should not be ashamed.

Although she likes to go out and have a look, the curse spirit is no longer at the level of "a little scary", but at the level of "scaring to death", so

Mariko Shiratori, who clearly knows that she is very good, decided that she should climb first.

"Oh, so," Maki nodded.

She glanced at Nagasaki Wild Rose and the others who were jumping up and gesturing, and asked casually, "August [-]th, Wild Rose's birthday, will you come then? It's in the school, it's quite safe of."

the other side.

Everyone at the Kyoto school gathered in the principal's room did not speak after listening to Rakuganji Kashinobu's order.

This is obviously not sending a secret mission that is sufficiently bright and aboveboard. After all, he has a lot of connections with Dr. Kazuko from the Tokyo school, and the fact that Mr. Ange Ji, who is upright, is not present, fully illustrates this point.

"Compared to the so-called task of 'executing Knotabagi Yuhito'," Kamo Kenji said, breaking the silence first, "I want to know why you want us to 'capture Shiratori Mariko alive', Rakuganji-sama."

"Who is this person named Shiratori Mariko?"