Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

It was a good proposal, but Natsume hesitated.

"Mr. Zhaohua, this matter is not just about you alone. I also hope to find them. I will ask other people about the traces of the marching army."

"The matter of spells... I am very grateful for your kindness, but..."

"You don't have to answer me right away, I can stay here for fifteen days, and give me the answer tomorrow."

Zhaohua looked at the white cat lying on the ground beside Natsume's feet, "If you are confused, you can listen to other people's advice."

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In the evening, Natori left after the roof was repaired. In order not to let Natsume's family find out, Zhaohua and the others temporarily lived in Natori's apartment.

Natsume was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, seriously considering Zhaohua's proposal, but the more he thought about it, the more entangled he became.

Ever since he met Natori, he knew that there are monster extermination masters who specialize in dealing with monsters in this world.

I also know that I can have the power to protect myself.

However, except for the inheritance of the demon master family, it cannot be passed on to outsiders. If you want to learn, you must join their family.

In this way, his position will inevitably be with the exorcist.

But he is Natsume, he has experienced the goodness of monsters and the evil of monsters.

For him, monsters are not just a racial symbol, but individuals with their own emotions.

Every monster has its own story, a wish to fulfill with all its strength, a promise that will be kept for many years, and a person who wants to protect.

He wants to help all individuals in need, be it monsters or humans.

So he will not become a demon extermination master, nor will he join the exorcist exorcist's family.

If you learn from Mr. Zhaohua, you can perfectly avoid these disputes.

He is still a free man.

In all fairness, this is a good thing for him to make money without losing money.

But what he is struggling with now is another matter.

Once he has enough power to destroy monsters, will there be monsters who are afraid to come to him for help?

Thinking of the scene where the monsters shunned Zhaohua, Natsume couldn't help sighing as he let himself in.

If it really becomes like this, his account of friends will definitely never get thinner again.

While he was struggling, Natsume felt something soft pat his face.

"Hey, Natsume, have you made up your mind yet?"

It's Teacher Cat.

It's strange to say that when Mr. Zhaohua suggested it, he thought Teacher Cat would definitely jump and threaten him not to learn.

As a result, Mr. Cat behaved normally from the beginning to the end, even extorting his wallet on the way home was exactly the same as usual.

He even wondered if Mr. Cat had lost his hearing.

I still heard it.

"I didn't think so."

Natsume thought that Zhaohua said that he could listen to other people's suggestions. Mr. Cat is a monster, so he should understand the monster's thinking better than him, right?

He sat up and voiced his concerns.

After Madara heard this, a "#" appeared on his forehead, he jumped up and gave Natsume a headbutt.

"I thought what were you thinking about?! It turned out to be such a stupid thing!"

"Only fifteen days! Do you think you can learn to his level?"

"If you want to scare me, you are far from it!"

"Ah! Pain, pain..."

Natsume held his chin and retorted: "Not every monster is like Mr. Kitty, weak monster..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Teacher Cat.

"If he doesn't even dare to take this risk, it means that his determination is limited to this."

"Whether power brings fear or respect depends on the person who holds the power. Think clearly, Natsume."

Seeing that Natsume was deep in thought because of his words, Mr. Cat was very satisfied. Although he was always said to be unreliable and eat a lot (especially C and Natori and others), Natsume encountered a problem, and he had to do it.

"Well, I understand." Natsume put down his hands and hugged Mr. Cat, "It turns out Mr. Cat always wanted me to learn spells. I thought..."

"What hope?! I'm just afraid that you are too weak to be eaten by other monsters! It's definitely not for you!"

Teacher Cat was shocked, quickly interrupted Natsume, turned around and jumped down, ran to the end of the bed and lay down, pointing his butt at Natsume.

"Hurry up and go to sleep!"

"Hey, I'm going to sleep now."

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At the same time, in Natori's apartment, since there are only two guest rooms, Zhaohua and Mikazuki live in one, and Tsurumaru lives in one.

There was nothing wrong with this arrangement, but what Zhao Hua said when dividing the room really made Tsurumaru look sideways.

What is "San Ri Yue Dian is not good at dressing, it is more convenient to live with me"?

How come he has never heard that their crescent moon in Honmaru needs someone to help them dress?

Although it was still early for him to come, many fans of Sankayue in Honmaru had already shown off to him.

If you are the top leader in battle, you don't have to worry about internal affairs.

This is the crescent moon of their all-powerful Honmaru.

Now, you tell me he can't dress himself?

Tsurumaru looked at the open-minded Mikazuki, as if he had glimpsed the twists and turns of his heart under his beautiful face.

Moreover, under the host's attitude of taking it for granted, he still did not say an obvious option in the end-San Riyue can live with him.

Because Tsurumaru remained silent, Zhaohua was helping Sankaiyue change her clothes in the guest room at this moment.

Don't ask why there are so many clothes to change, just ask the thoughtful Natori who dropped by the pajamas.

Long-sleeve striped basics.

Except that the material is a little different, it is very similar to Sanriyue's favorite inner fan suit.

Even so, when Sanriyue tilted his head slightly while slipping his clothes, Zhaohua immediately made up for his troubles, and quickly solved the trouble for him.

"Hahaha, thank you, Master."

Sanriyue glanced out the window, the world outside was pitch black, but the house was still so bright, he couldn't help but sigh: "The electric light is so convenient."

He had already said this once in the bathroom, when he was praising the water heater.

After Zhaohua's introduction, Sanriyue has figured out all the equipment in this room.

At this time, he picked up the hair dryer specially sent by Natori, and said to Zhao Hua who was about to take a bath, "Master, I can help you blow your hair."

Zhaohua watched him eager to try, and silently put down the shower cap he had just picked up.

Not wanting to make Sanriyue wait for a long time, he quickly took a shower and went out with his half-dried hair.

Then I saw that Sanriyue was already holding a hair dryer, moved the stool, and was waiting for him.

Perhaps it was studied while Zhaohua was taking a bath, and San Riyue's technique was actually very skillful, not at all like someone who used this thing for the first time.

His fingers followed the trajectory of the hair to the end of the hair, and the strand of hair in his hand dried quickly.

Zhaohua pursed her lips, straightened her shoulders, and forced herself to ignore the tingling sensation when Sanriyue's fingers touched the back of her neck.

When San Riyue finally put down the hair dryer, he couldn't wait to stand up, but San Riyue held down his shoulder.

"Wait, there is one more step."

Sanriyue smoothed the messy hair little by little, and the long silver hair hung down softly between his fingers.

"Why does the master have long hair?"

"Imitate the ancestors."

"Ancestor, it must be Master Abe Seimei." Mikazuki said casually, "But the master's surname is not the same as the ancestor's."

He put his hands on Zhaohua's shoulders, leaned down, and whispered in his ear: "The master told me on purpose, your surname."

When he was on the roof that time, he absolutely did not believe that the master accidentally slipped his tongue.

Zhaohua's back stiffened, and he lowered his eyes in silence.

This is an almost straightforward default.

"For a god judge, the real name is very important. Is it okay to tell me?"

Zhaohua lowered his head and clenched his hands tightly. All the small thoughts he could not restrain were seen.

He originally wanted to say that it doesn't matter if he tells his real name or is hidden from the gods, no matter what, as long as it's Sanriyue, he can do it.

But that won't work, he can't make the same mistake again and again.

This is unfair to Sanriyue Palace.

In the end, he just replied lightly, "...it doesn't matter."

Zhaohua's reaction was fully seen by San Riyue. This was not the answer he wanted, but San Riyue could tell that the master had feelings for him.

Otherwise, the master would not reveal his origin, nor would he intentionally say his surname. The hidden emotions cannot be smoothed out by a fluffy "it doesn't matter".

He felt that he had made it obvious, so what was the master worried about?

Sanriyue was thinking in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, and instead mentioned another matter.

"Natsume..." He recalled for a moment and remembered the name of that thing, "Book of Friends?"

"Those monsters signed a contract with the holder of the friend account by name, so the master knows my name, can he sign a contract with me?"

After the last topic was over, Zhaohua breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little lost in his heart.

He quickly calmed down, and thought about it along Sanri Yueti's train of thought. He felt that although Fu Sangshen was not the same as a monster, he could give it a try.

"Let's try it."

He cut off a strand of hair from himself and Sanriyue, burned it and mixed it with the ink.

Seeing that Sanriyue was a little confused, Zhaohua explained: "A part of the body can also be used as a contract, which will be more effective."

"Three Moon Palace, I'm about to start."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Zhaohua raised his head and glanced at Sanriyue, the smile in those eyes remained the same as before.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, picked up a pen, and wrote Sanriyue's name stroke by stroke on his hand.

【Mikazuki Zongjin】

When the last stroke was made, all the characters were connected together to emit white light, and after a moment, they all disappeared abruptly.

...the contract has failed.

"No, this method is not suitable for you."

I didn't expect much from the beginning, and now Zhaohua is not too disappointed.

Tokenfusangami, who are classified as gods, presumably cannot sign such a contract with humans.

Compared with the result, Sanriyue cared more about Zhaohua's actions.

"Why write your name on your arm?"

"Using other things as a carrier, it will be very troublesome if you lose it. What is written on me is just a contract between me and you."

"...That's it."

While Zhaohua was packing up her things, San Riyue glanced at her own sword, thoughtfully.

He felt that he seemed to have found a way to sign a contract with the master.

But the master will definitely not agree, maybe you can ask that Mr. Natori later.