Inquisitors work overtime to save the world

"I'll blow up their houses."

exploded...

Thinking of the explosion that happened at the Tokyo Conjuration High School yesterday, coupled with Fujiwara Anko's harsh words, the principal choked, and said in a helpless tone: "Miss Fujiwara, you will make it difficult for me to do so."

Out of caution, when Shizheng contacted the principal of the Tokyo High School, he did not disclose information about the Tokino Government and the God Judge.

As a result, the principal of Tokyo High School thought that Fujiwara Anko was just a "Miss" with a mysterious background, strong strength, and no idea where she came from.After all, the subordinates shouting "My lord" and "My lord" sounded a lot like those big families in the magic world.

When Ye Mozheng came over and asked him about Fujiwara Xing's background, he could only vaguely say that he was a lady from a big family.

"I don't care about that. Anyway, my students, of course I want to ensure their safety. If those people have any opinions, just let them come to me."

The principal of Tokyo High School could only respond, "I see."

Hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Anko turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nishiko: "Forget it, I'll go to approve the official documents. The three of you go back to school first, and you two don't move. Send them back."

"Yes, my lord."

Before leaving, Xia Youjie said softly to Fujiwara Xing: "Thank you, Mr. Fujiwara, for your trouble."

Whether it is helping them understand the essence of energy, or finding super-class spell spirits for actual combat training, or maintaining them at the top of the magic circle - Xia Youjie believes that Fujiwara Xing can fully afford this "thank you" .

Fujiwara Anko poked her head out from the corner of the stairs, and said with a smile, "You're welcome, you are my students. Be careful when you go back at night."

"If you want to drink in the future, please come to my place. There are some people in my family who like to drink, so I stock up some good wine for them. I don't object to drinking in moderation, but smoking is still okay?"

"That's right, Jie, Wu, you guys help me watch out, let Nitzi stop smoking and drinking. If Nitzi succeeds in quitting drinking and smoking, um... I will satisfy one of your requirements, and I can do anything. The group of guys are nothing to worry about."

Before Xia Youjie could answer, Gojo Satoru made a final decision: "This is what Mr. Fujiwara said!"

The black thread at home: "Hey, hey, don't just promise me, okay?"

Gojo Satoru went to the house and whispered into Nitzi's ear, "Don't you want Mr. Fujiwara's promise?"

Jia Ruozi paused suspiciously: "...yes."

Xia Youjie: "..." Can you be more unruly?

Gojo Satoru whispered to Xia Youjie again: "Jie doesn't want Mr. Fujiwara's promise?"

Xia Youjie: "...Yes."

Fujiwara Apricot, who heard their conversation clearly: "..."

By the time Fujiwara Anko finished processing the official documents, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.She lay on the back of the chair, rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and muttered: "I'm so tired."

"If the master is tired, do you want me to give you a massage?" The tortoise shell appeared from nowhere, squatting by the table, the gray pupils behind the glasses were full of anticipation.

In a sense, this guy is also a major master of Honmaru.It is the way of expression, which is slightly less "reserved" than other swords and knives, which leads to many misunderstandings about the tortoise shell.

Fujiwara Anko accepted it well, she touched the head of the turtle: "No, you go and help me pour a glass of ice milk. If you want to drink, you can also pour a glass yourself."

"Is it the same as the master? Ah, just thinking about it makes me excited."

Fujiwara Anko blinked, and said "Of course you can drink what you like", before she could say it, she saw the tortoise closing the door of the study.

Fujiwara Anko shook her head and sighed: "It's still the same—ah, yes, I almost forgot!"

She took out a published book that was incompatible with official documents from the hill next to her, and she saw that it was a hardcover collector's edition.

On the spine is written its title, The Song of the Goat.

author...

Of course it is the Central Plains.

This is a collection of poems.Probably just like Nakahara Chuya himself said, writing poetry is more interesting.However, he is a cadre of the port Mafia anyway, and the ability name "in the filthy sorrow" is not suitable for the name of the poetry collection, only the content in it.

"Well, it's probably because of the 'sheep'." Fujiwara Apricot couldn't help but smile knowingly when she remembered the time when she raised Nakahara Nakaya and the "sheep" in Raibo Street.

This book was sent by Nakahara Chuya through his tutor Honosuke.

In addition to Nakahara Chuya, Oda Sakunosuke also wrote many short stories one after another, and received rave reviews when they were published.

As for Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, they are still working hard on the first draft.Osamu Dazai fished daily, but Ango Sakaguchi really wanted to finish it quickly, but he was busy with work, so it is a miracle that he didn't die suddenly.

"Well, it seems that Foxosuke won on Aji's side." Fujiwara Anko muttered, carefully opened "Song of the Goat", and began to read the poems inside.

After watching it for a long time, Guijia came in with milk: "Master, you want iced milk."

"Thank you tortoiseshell. Phew, summer is here, and I only want to drink iced milk."

After Fujiwara Anko finished drinking the milk, she called Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Akutagawa Yin, Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Nakaya, and Dazai Osamu from different time and space. When it was almost twelve o'clock, they all urged Fujiwara Anko to go to bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sleep now." Fujiwara Anko couldn't resist them, and answered with her eyebrows bent.

The wind of summer night brought the heat of midsummer, the sky was filled with stars quietly overlooking the city, and the whistling of the curse spirit was blocked by the spiritual barrier of the villa.

A touch of light pink loomed between the eyebrows of the sleeping girl.

In the distant and closed dead space, a light pink flower quietly dropped a petal.

It didn't take long before Fujiwara Xing didn't like to take Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie, and Jiarui Niuzi to go out to find super magic spirits for actual combat training.On the one hand, it was because they had made great progress and there was no need to continue to practice their proficiency. On the other hand, it was also because the weather was getting hotter. Rather than running around outside, Fujiwara Anko would rather stay in the classroom.

However, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie couldn't be idle like Fujiwara Anko——

"Astroplasma?"

Fujiwara Anko rested her chin with one hand, and snorted softly: "Isn't it true that the group of guys above came to test my bottom line for this kind of mission?"

This is a task for Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie.The content of the task is to protect the girl who is the "star plasma body", Riko Amai.

Ye Mozheng said: "...Probably not. This is named by Lord Tianyuan."

"Lord Tianyuan? Who is that?" Fujiwara Anko vaguely felt that it sounded familiar, and guessed that it should be written in the current affairs information.

Noctua Masamichi glanced at Fujiwara Anko in surprise.Didn't you say she was the lady of the big family?How could Master Tian Yuan not even know about it?

But seeing that Fujiwara Xing's words were not ironic, he had no choice but to explain: "Master Tianyuan is the one who strengthened our barrier. If we don't assimilate with the astral body, Master Tianyuan will evolve into an existence separated from human beings, which is very important to us." Unfavorable. In the high school, Wu and Jie are the strongest, probably because of this, Master Tian Yuan appointed them to carry out this task."

Needless to say, the result after the astral body and Tianyuan assimilated.There was no other possibility for that girl but death.

"That's why I said that this task was used by the group of guys above to test my bottom line."

Fujiwara Anko said coldly: "Killing one person and saving a hundred people, why should I give such multiple-choice questions to my students?"

She patted the table hard: "There is no one in the huge magic world? Huh? If you don't take responsibility, you don't have a responsibility. What's the point of pushing it on two children? Because they are strong, they deserve to bear it? What's the matter, who is weak?" Who is right?"

Night Moth Zhengdao looked at the tabletop with cracked net-like gaps under Fujiwara Apricot's palm, and was silent for a while: "Someone has to sacrifice."

Entering the High School of Conjuration is actually tantamount to walking on a road of no return.

Night Moth Zhengdao clearly knew this, so he strictly demanded himself and his students.

"At least, when I'm here, I can't be my student. I asked me to accompany this mission. Mr. Head Teacher, I don't want to lose my temper with you. If those people are not convinced, let them come over and tell me, including what you said Lord Tianyuan. Oh, if he can’t leave his Xingxing Palace, I don’t mind going there in person.”

Fujiwara Xing bit the word "in person" word by word, and the flower mark between her brows was bright red.

Night Moth Zhengdao calmly pointed out a fact: "Miss Fujiwara, have you noticed that you are too protective of them. This is not suitable for their growth. A qualified magician must go through these trade-offs."

Night Moth Zhengdao is also working hard to help his students stop the intrigue from the upper echelons of the magic world.But the growth that they have to go through, Noctua Zhengdao believes that he can't intervene.Otherwise, it is not protecting them, but harming them.

Especially Wujo Wu, he was born with six eyes and was born to be the favored son of heaven. If he can't understand what responsibility is, it will be a huge disaster for the entire magic world.

Fujiwara Apricot said: "I don't understand education, so I don't refute your ideas, teacher in charge. The only thing I insist on is that I will accompany you on this mission. By the way, Nitro will be with you."

"Glass? This mission is more dangerous, and she is not suitable to go with. The curse masters will definitely use various methods to prevent Master Tianyuan from assimilating with the astral body. Glass is a rare reversal spell, and it is safer to stay in the school . " The first reaction of Ye Mo Zhengdao was to deny it.

"I will protect her." Fujiwara Apricot took a deep look at Ye Mozheng and said, "Mr. Class Teacher, since you want them to grow up, you shouldn't throw Nitro away. I thought they should have acted together of."

"..." Ye Mozheng was silent for a moment, sighed, and the last thing he said was: "I don't know about this at all."

He said that Fujiwara Anko's desire to protect was too strong, and he himself hoped that the newborn conjurer could be independent as soon as possible. Isn't it the same?The current magic world is really getting worse and worse.

Perhaps, the arrival of this unusual Ms. Fujiwara can inject fresh blood into the magic world.

Fujiwara Anko raised a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Teacher."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Dongzhiyunwang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!