Temple and special horse racing skills

The special level determination of the conjurer is different from the usual task of cooperating to exorcise the curse spirit, and requires the sorcerer to act alone and handle it alone.

The body stays in the team and tends to be group activities, and Ah Jing's future vision is also more effective when fighting together. This method of testing only for individual magicians is actually a bit disadvantageous for her.

This is more than just a matter of fact, even Naoya Zenyuan, who has always talked about not accumulating virtue, thinks so.

"Anyway, even if you set it to level three, it won't affect the level of the spell spirit assigned to you in specific tasks."

He sat on the side edge of Ah Jing's room, ate her snacks, and drank the soda she bought: "Everyone basically knows that the use of this kind of eyes is not limited to one-on-one."

"...Why don't you practice the piano when you are so free?"

Naoya spread his hands: "The body control ability of a magician far exceeds that of ordinary people, and I am learning very fast."

Ah Jing also took a sip of tea, which was mixed with a lot of honey: "If the level of a conjurer is too low, it will be troublesome for me. Many things I want to do must be strong enough."

"It's okay to stay here and give advice to other members of the Zenyuan family. They all say that you can effectively reduce the injuries and death rates of the Zenyuan family's conjurers, although those guys who don't have spells are themselves worthless rubbish. , but the advantage lies in the large number, so surviving more will always come in handy.”

"It's because I don't want to become like this, so I have to rush to get a higher level."

With a calm expression, she took out the bandage and powder from the medicine box, and put them within reach: "Shier, remember to call the doctor for me when you come back."

"Does it mean you will be hurt?"

"It's not very serious, it's the most efficient strategy."

"understood."

Shir did not raise any objections to such an arrangement.When not cooperating with the other party to exorcise the curse spirit, he actually still has work to deal with some curse masters, and he has always kept in touch with Kong Shiyu.Ah Jing has no prejudice against his "private work", and occasionally gives advice, allowing him to avoid several accidents without any danger.

In the world of dark web rewards and cursed masters fighting, he has the same famous title as "Mirror of the Far View" and is called "Sorcerer Killer".

This "business trip" is going to Shikoku Island, and when he returns, he will become a special second-level conjurer. It takes three days and the prediction is accurate.And during these three days, Kong Shiyu also took the opportunity to contact him and asked him if he needed to do some more simple work.

"There aren't many chances of not being called around, are there?"

The man with the stubble blew out a smoke ring: "Otherwise, after the end, let's go to Shinjuku to find an izakaya and have a good drink together."

"I told you I don't like drinking."

"It's because you can't get drunk. This time, I will bring you strong alcohol that can make an elephant drunk."

"It is recommended that you give up as soon as possible, 90.00% of the distilled alcohol is useless."

"...What, then just find a small restaurant and have something to eat."

The Korean looked a little disappointed: "Last time, everyone asked me when you could come again."

"Who is 'everyone'?"

"It's the girls who drank together last time."

Kong Shiyu looked at him with the expression of looking at scum: "What kind of spell did you use? We only met once, and everyone will never forget you."

"...I'm the one who couldn't use spells anyway? And I didn't do anything."

"That's why I feel so unfair! Damn it, is this the advantage of Chi Nian?"

Under Kong Shiyu's ridicule, the atmosphere didn't seem so cold. After a whole day of killing time, it soon came to the lively night in Shinjuku.

He looked at his phone, but there was no message in it.That guy should be in the process of looking for the curse spirit in Shikoku Island now. For Future Vision, this is just a matter of finding out the clues, and it won't take much effort.

It only said that it would be injured, and did not describe the extent of the injury; it said that it would take three days, so it must not be a day earlier or a day later.

The prediction was accurate, as accurate as a clock; the exchange of injury for victory was as cold as a balance.

But he'd seen more of that guy, complaining about his poor aesthetics at the barbershop, and still getting a new haircut—as if his opinion could really change something.

Kong Shiyu elbowed him: "What? Are you the Cinderella who has to go home after twelve o'clock in the evening?"

"...How did you find so many disgusting words in that mouth?"

"Hahaha, because I want to share a good store with you."

Kong Shiyu clasped his hands together: "According to your preference, each person is only allowed to order three glasses of wine in this store. It is a store where drunkenness is prohibited."

The storefront is small, and when standing at the door, Shi Er didn't feel any surprise.

Even he has been in and out of many expensive restaurants over the years. Small shops like this cheap izakaya can hardly be called "special".

The small blackboard in the restaurant only says "Pork Juice Set Meal", and there are only three kinds of alcohol, beer, sake and shochu, which seems to be lackluster.

Kong Shiyu is obviously a regular customer here. He opened the curtain and introduced to Shi Er: "For common dishes, you can order whatever you want. As long as it can be made, the boss will try his best to make it."

Shi Er also walked in, but what surprised him was not the store itself, but the people in the store: the three dancers I saw last time were all there, and there was a tonkatsu in front of each of them. Talk quietly while eating.

When they raised their heads, they were also shocked, and directly ignored the other person standing next to them: "Mr. Zenyuan!

Kong Shiyu: "... Tsk."

Shi Er was distracted, thinking about Shikoku Island, so he didn't think too much about his words: "Ah, it's those white beats."

"White beat? That's..."

Someone immediately reacted: "Hahaha, Mr. Shi Er is really interesting, occasionally he will say something that seems like someone from the Kamakura period would say."

Kong Shiyu really wanted to keep silent. If he had a good face, no matter what he said, people would cheer him on. This guy must be this type!

But Shier seems to have turned on the "social mode" and started talking to these people with a very familiar expression.When facing non-artists, he didn't have those grievances, and his life experience was several times thicker than that of his peers, so he quickly became the topic center of the whole store.

"Betting on horses? I haven't tried this before, but I can give it a try recently."

He has reached the age when he can freely enter and leave the racetrack: "Just go tomorrow."

Thinking of this guy's bad gambling luck, Kong Shiyu showed a ferocious expression, but he couldn't stop it at all: "I always feel that when you make this decision, you will already lose a coin."

"What are you talking about? You can't predict the future."

"...This kind of thing doesn't need to bother that person to open his mouth and guess the result!"

"Mirror of Telescope" sounds like an urban legend full of middle two, but "Sorcerer Killer" is also the same, and it is the version of NC17.Shi Er picked up the phone, and an envelope pattern lit up on the screen. He clicked on the email, and there was a multimedia message and a simple attachment inside.

"I bought some souvenirs, which one would Shier want?"

In the photo are several local snacks lined up.

He replied: "Didn't you say you would get hurt?"

"The injury is for tomorrow. Today's work is going well."

"There is more than one curse spirit?"

"Well, one of them is a little troublesome, but it can be solved."

Kong Shiyu also looked over his email, and was amazed: "It's hard to imagine that it was the one who sent the message. I thought it was the eldest lady who only gave orders. Your family members are not all that bad."

"She's not from the Chanyuan family."

"Isn't it now?"

"It's about the future—but I don't know how far into the future."

Two days passed quickly, and Shier finally understood what the so-called "injury" was all about.

Ignoring the bumps and bruises that are better than nothing for a conjurer, she actually didn't suffer any skin trauma, but her spell power was seriously lacking, and she was still running a fever. She almost fell down when she walked into the yard standing up. on the ground.

"It seems that before the first section of Dygi, there is the second level of Dygi."

After some tossing, she laughed in the quilt, "Let's go together next time, exorcising the curse spirit alone is very troublesome."

"...It's not the second level of Kabagi now, are you confused?"

Shi Er put more emphasis on the surname, packed up a few small cardboard boxes delivered by express, and stared at the ice pack on the other's forehead.This kind of high fever is not induced by a virus, so antibiotics are useless, and I can only survive on my own: "If that's what you want, I will listen to your arrangements."

This feeling is very strange. When we met for the first time, this person seemed to be shrunk under the quilt because of a high fever, but his body was smaller.

But there is still something wrong, a very subtle point: "Why did you prepare gauze and bandages in advance before you have any skin trauma?"

"Ah, that's not for me."

Ah Jing blinked her eyes: "It's probably time for Naoya-kun to come back."

As soon as the voice fell, all kinds of noises came from a distance, noises, exclamations, and screams were heard endlessly. Although separated by several corridors, the momentum was still huge.

On the same day, they learned that Xingua, who had spread throughout the Zenyuan family, their own son, genius, and heir to the projection spell, had been beaten by Gojo Satoru.