Chapter 68

"I don't think it's a waste." The long-haired man pushed his glasses and said slowly, "Isn't it said that a sorcerer may not give birth to a sorcerer?"

The woman sitting on the sofa opposite took a sip of black tea and raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the man's words: "You know the rules of the sorcery world."

The sorcery world respects the strong, and the more noble the family, the more so. Strength, bloodline, and technique are all standards for measuring a person.

Especially in the Zen temple, it is even more deformed, where people without spell power are called waste.

The long-haired man leaned back slightly, his black eyes deep and unfathomable: "What you said is indeed a problem."

Those who have strength don't need it, and those who don't have strength don't have enough resources to squander.

But it really hurts my heart to think about the scrapping of something that I spent so much money on research.

His eyes swept across the woman who was drinking black tea and eating snacks. When he thought of something, a light flashed in his black eyes: "You are sitting here, are you trying to tell me that this business is losing money?"

The woman took a bite of the biscuit and did not answer the man's question immediately. She did not answer the man's question until the biscuit, which was not big, was eaten. Then she asked gently: "Do you think there are more elephants or ants in this world?"

More elephants? Or more ants?

The black-haired man looked at the various visitors outside the single-sided glass window, raised his lips, and answered without hesitation: "Of course it's ants."

The most diligent people in the world are ants, and the ones who are most willing to spend money are still ants.

You have to know that most of the sales of those things come from these ordinary people who are not taken seriously by the sorcerers and psychics.

You have to know that there is an old saying in their country that money makes the devil work.

"What are your plans?" The long-haired man got straight to the point.

"I haven't thought about it yet." The woman also answered frankly: "But I like your office building."

Although she didn't think about how to do it, it didn't affect her to like something. Anyway, this guy has moved to a new place, and the office building is a thing of the past.

The man said helplessly: "I used to cheat others, and this time I cheated you too."

The woman raised her finger and shook it, retorting: "Wrong, you are investing."

Investing means taking risks, just like she delayed the cooperation with this guy in the beginning.

The witch, who had just graduated from elementary school and was annoyed because she couldn't find the experimental subjects, invested in this penniless homeless man.

"Will you attend the banquet tonight?" The man said with a smile: "After all, it's the first auction."

"It's OK for the president to attend." The woman said confidently: "I'm just an employee."

She only attended the banquet in the first year, and there was a huge accident later. After the Chamber of Commerce stabilized, she felt at ease and lazy.

"The employee asked for a whole building?" The man rolled his eyes without any image, and then picked up a document next to him and handed it over: "Sign it."

He was just asking casually, and he didn't mean for her to attend the party.

The woman took it and flipped through it casually, then picked up the pen next to her to sign. She glanced at the crowd outside and was a little surprised: "Entering so early?"

Doesn't the auction start in the evening?

"Rin, can you serve some snacks here?" After taking a sip of tea, the man said in a tone of regret: "It's the ordinary venue now."

Because it's the ordinary venue, he can sit here and chat.

The auction is divided into the ordinary venue and the inner venue. The five highest bidders in the ordinary venue will be qualified to enter the inner venue, and the inner venue is open to special people in this world.

Fenghaya Rin drank tea in the lounge. Because the effect of the aging agent has not yet worn off, she simply went to the laboratory to kill time.

The production of curse tools is somewhat simpler than alchemy. Because of her boyfriend's generosity, she has basically understood the curse tools.

After all, what she started to study was the special grade curse tool that Gojo Satoru took out from the Gojo furniture storehouse. It is said that if it is sold, it is worth hundreds of millions.

The problem now is that it is possible to transform ordinary weapons into curse tools, but they cannot have characteristics like those special grade curse tools.

She picked up a knife on the shelf. This is the most successfully transformed curse tool in recent times. Although the grade is not special grade, it is close to special grade. Unfortunately, the characteristic of this knife is auxiliary. The enemy injured by the blade will be weakened for a short time, which is equivalent to a damage reduction knife.

"Sir! You are here!!" The round-faced girl saw the person coming, raised her happy smile and said, "We seem to have succeeded again!"

She is a curse master recruited by the Chamber of Commerce recently. Apart from those top figures, the curse world is more about those unknown curse masters.

It is not necessarily the magic spells that can be learned and practiced. The skills and curse power here are innate, or more accurately, the conversion rate of negative emotions into curse power is innate.

She had studied it before. For example, if you comprehend a little emotion, you can convert 10,000 cursed energy. For ordinary people, you can only convert 10 per point. Ordinary magicians may be better, converting 100-1,000 per point.

At present, the only way to improve the level is to work hard on the use of magic and cursed energy, and the amount of cursed energy and magic is fixed.

This also indirectly shows that the conditions for magicians to improve their abilities are very harsh. Chakara can still burst out, but cursed energy cannot.

Therefore, the strength of magicians is 80% of talent, which is also the root of the family's dominance.

"Success? What characteristics?" Feng Hayarin became interested and walked over quickly.

The round-faced girl's eyes sparkled, and she said happily: "I learned from adults to add shields to the magic tools, and it really worked!"

The amulets launched by the Chamber of Commerce have a carrier that stores all the protective spells. When attacked, they can be taken out to resist one damage.

"What are the specific numbers? Characteristics, usage rating?" Feng Hayarin picked up the wristband on the shelf and looked it up and down.

Not only is the cursed power attached to it, but also the characteristics. There is no doubt that this is a special grade cursed tool.

The round-faced girl crossed her fingers and said shyly: "It is the same as my curse. When using it, the target can get a shield and absorb damage within three seconds."

Feng Hayabo Rin: "Anything else?"

"Yes!" The round-faced girl quickly added: "If the user is not injured, it will absorb the same amount of healing as the target in the next 6 seconds."

"How many times have you experimented?" Feng Hayabo Rin touched the girl's head: "Good job, I will arrange the next experiment, go back and have a rest, someone will come to you to discuss the contract later."

"Contract?" The little girl who just came out of the black industry of curses said with small eyes: "Do I have to sign that?"

Feng Hayabo Rin nodded: Of course, the Chamber of Commerce will buy 4 insurances and 3 taxes for employees in the first month of employment. After you have worked for a full year, you can also apply for annual leave. Naturally, you must sign a contract for the things you make. If you are not satisfied with the price or any conditions, you can raise it on the spot. "

The round-faced girl blinked her tearful eyes and said with a sob: "I just want to prove that I am not a waste. "

Of course you are not a waste." Feng Zaolin rubbed her fluffy head and said softly: "You are the future master of spell tools and the golden signboard of the association."

Absorbing all damage within three seconds, this ability is too amazing, especially when attached to an appliance.

I believe that profiteers will treat people like treasures.

Gojo Satoru was not interested in the auction until he saw the space ring that only appeared in the novel in some of the product brochures issued, and the pattern was very beautiful and it felt like it matched a necklace that his girlfriend had worn before.

The twelve red lacquer doors opened one after another, and the waiters in Tang suits bent their waists into a humble arc. Gojo Satoru led the Gojo family members in a swagger.

"My lord, Secretary Celine said that the hotel room is ready." The black-haired woman with bangs asked in a low voice: "Are you going home or to the hotel?"

Such a large piece of land naturally cannot be in the urban area of ​​Tokyo. The most considerate president of the Chamber of Commerce must not be willing to let his fat sheep sleep outdoors, so he naturally built a high-end hotel with natural gardens and natural scenery around it. It was recently selected as one of the top ten hotels worth staying in Tokyo.

Although Feng Hayarin suspected that the profiteer had bought water troops.

"Let's go to the hotel." She looked at the sunset glow rolling in the sky, her long raven-feather eyelashes flickering in the twilight.

The body that had consumed all the spiritual power in the mantra experiment was clamoring with fatigue, not to mention that this wetland garden contracted by the Chamber of Commerce was already famous for its natural hot springs.

"Master Wu?" The man from the Gojo family looked at the boy who had been staring at the direction of the black-haired woman, and explained carefully: "The one following next to her seems to be one of the Chamber of Commerce's secretaries."

There are not many people who can be received by the Chamber of Commerce's secretary, so naturally the black-haired woman is not simple.

"Excuse me, that black-haired..."

Before the man from the Gojo family finished asking, their son of God had turned into a snow-colored afterimage.

"Sir, please pay attention to etiquette." The black-haired woman with bangs stretched out her hand to block the woman, facing the white-haired boy and said sternly: "This is our distinguished guest, please forgive me."

The secretary's arm was bounced away by Wu Bo, and Gojo Wu turned a deaf ear to him and stared at the black-haired woman.

Feng Zaolin curved his eyes, not surprised to be recognized, and glanced at the group of people following behind him. He pretended to be frivolous and brushed his fingertips across his pretty face. He said in a voice that the people behind him could hear accurately: "The little head of the Gojo family is quite cute. Are you interested in having a cup of tea with me?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his face against the woman's palm very naturally and acted like a spoiled child. He was very curious about his girlfriend with black

hair and green eyes who looked like an adult. The pupils of the Gojo family were all dilated and they gasped.

Someone teased their son of God, and what was even more terrifying was that his son of God was not angry.

They just looked at their six-eyed son of God like a sated cat. The woman coaxed him to death with just a few words.

"That? Elder, it seems that Lord Satoru left with that lady." The young man at the end of the team came to his senses first, looked at the white-haired boy who followed the woman very happily, and after a moment of consideration, he spoke up to remind the elders who were collectively petrified.

"Ah???"

"Ah!!!"