[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Two middle-aged women in luxurious clothes were cursing and mocking each other.

Gathering at the center of the storm was a young man in dark-colored haori.

He looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a sturdy build and particularly handsome features. A short scar on the right corner of his mouth further highlighted his wild and unruly temperament.

"Why did you want to accompany this woman shopping? Didn't you say you wanted to take a break recently?"

"It's so funny. If Shen Erjun doesn't accompany me, then do I have to accompany an old woman like you?"

"Ha, I'm old? I spent 600 million yen on Jiner-kun and have already booked all his time from Monday to Friday next week!"

"Then I'll offer you 800 million yen, can you shut up?"

"I'll give you 1000 million yen!"

"..."

Huai Liang was shocked that being a gigolo was so profitable!

The overly passionate gaze caught Fushiguro Shige's attention.

His eyes scanned her clothes, and when he saw that she was not his target customer, he instantly lost interest and didn't even glance at her again.

Of course, Fushiguro Shigeki had already seen the six-eyed god of the Gojo family from afar, but this encounter was purely coincidental and he had no intention of talking to him.

"Back to God."

Xia Youjie snapped his fingers, "It turns out that Liang-san likes this type."

It’s not that she couldn’t walk when she saw the handsome guy, the main reason was that this pretty boy kept by a woman had a face exactly like the sorcerer killer!

A series of conspiracy theories quickly flashed through Huai Liang's mind. He wondered if this man was disguised as a pretty boy and deliberately came to gather information about the astral plasma protectors in advance.

"Actually, you don't have to be picky. Just buy everything you don't dislike, Liang-san. I also want to go to the arcade - hey, why are you pulling my flesh?"

Huai Liang glared at him and said, "Shut up and go away."

Although she really wanted to collect more information about the sorcerer killer, now was not a good time, and she did not want to alert the enemy and attract attention, so she pulled the two of them away from this "Asura field".

"So the man just now was the 'magician killer' that Liang-san mentioned we needed to watch out for during lunch?"

Huai Liang nodded: "It's just such a coincidence, I just received information about him in the fitting room, but I didn't expect to run into him when I went out, like a ghost!"

"I've seen this person before."

Huai Liang was shocked: "What? Have you seen it?"

Gojo Satoru walked leisurely beside her and said, "When I was about 7 or 8 years old, someone from the Zenin family came to our Gojo residence to discuss something."

"He followed me secretly and I found him."

"So he is from the Zenin family?"

Huailiang took out his phone and checked the information again, frowning, "But the information I got here shows that his last name is Fushiguro...ah, no, he is Fushiguro Mingmei who married into the family."

Xia Youjie took over the conversation and continued to analyze: "So, he changed his surname from Zen Temple."

"This shouldn't be a conspiracy of the Zenin family. To the extent that he would rather marry into the family than change his surname... it's not an exaggeration to say that he has a grudge against the Zenin family."

Gojo Satoru added nonchalantly, "That's right. Isn't he called Heaven and Curse-bound? With 0 Curse-power in exchange for absolute physical strength, it must be difficult for him to make a living in the Zenin family."

Huailiang instantly grasped the key point: "How do you say that?"

"Ah, didn't I tell you? The Zenin family, one of the three great families in the world of spells, has a family motto of 'If you are not a Zenin, you are not a spellcaster, and if you are not a spellcaster, you are not a human being.'"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Huailiang could only say that the Zen family had a very arrogant tone.

The second half of the sentence made her want to call the police. Isn't this a clear declaration against humanity?

She instantly imagined a series of big dramas:

Zenin Shinji is a direct descendant of the Zenin family, but he was abused by his family because he had no cursed power, so he defected from the family, married into another family and changed his surname, and even now he still works as a gigolo and a magician killer!

It has the flavor of a handsome, strong and tragic male protagonist.

I took another look at the message received on my phone, something was wrong!

Although this man and Fushiguro Akemi have been separated and their marriage is in name only, they still have a daughter and a son, Fushiguro Miki and Fushiguro Megumi, to raise.

So parents don’t care?

According to information, Fushiguro Shigeki is fond of all entertainment related to gambling, and he squanders all the money he gets from commissions in various casinos.

When he has no money, he just becomes a gigolo and lives in a woman's house, letting her support him.

This... the more I look at him, the more he seems like a despicable man.

He can’t play the male lead, so maybe he’s got a script for a tragic villain?

Thinking of this, Huai Liang suddenly became enlightened.

If this world is regarded as a huge playground, then she has now come into contact with Geto Suguru and possibly Gojo Satoru, who are important characters certified by the system - and they may very well be the protagonists.

Then Fushiguro Shigeu, who took on the commission of the astral plasma, was going to hinder the protagonist's protection mission, and he is a complete villain!

……

Ever since he met Fushiguro Shige in Ginza yesterday, the alarm in Huailiang's heart has been sounded.

It just so happened that the computer she had purchased earlier was also delivered to the technical college. After quickly assembling and configuring it, she concentrated on hacking into one web page after another, searching for all relevant information about a person named Fushiguro Shigeki.

Gojo Satoru was curled up in the bean bag sofa, watching TV boredly.

Suddenly, he looked up. "So when are my butter potatoes ready?"

Huai Liang didn't even raise his head: "Correction, it's garlic butter accordion potatoes, and you asked once 5 minutes ago."

"But I just can't wait. I can already smell the fragrance."

"Now we have to wait another five minutes until the oven makes a 'ding' sound."

The lottery winning numbers were announced on TV, and the prize money was as high as 6 million yen.

She pricked up her ears and couldn't help complaining, "When can I win once... I will directly take care of all your butter potatoes for the rest of your life."

Gojo Satoru stood up and looked at the glass door leading to the kitchen in the courtyard. "It's a deal."

"I'm the second most fond of buttered potatoes in all of Japan."

Xia Youjie, who was lying on the tatami and flipping through a comic book, took over the conversation: "So who is the first?"

Gojo Satoru looked as if he was asking such a question. "Of course it's the person who invented butter potatoes."

Huai Liang was browsing the information on the computer screen when a large black shadow suddenly covered her body.

When she turned around, she saw Gojo Satoru, who had quietly walked behind her without her noticing.

"Hey, it's not a good habit to pry into people's privacy."

Huailiang typed on the keyboard very quickly, extracting and saving the useful information.

Gojo Satoru shrugged. "That makes sense, Ryo-san. Aren't you spying on Fushiguro Shige's privacy? We've even found the surveillance footage of him entering and leaving the casino."

He would never say that he also secretly saw the computer startup password with the help of Six Eyes.

Being caught red-handed with words, Huai Liang was speechless for a moment.

But she soon found her voice: "Well, it doesn't seem to be any different."

"But what I want to say is that after the fireworks festival is over, I will go to meet him in person, and...your buttered potatoes are ready."

Gojo Satoru ran straight to the kitchen.

Xia Youjie reminded him from behind: "Remember to wear heat-insulating gloves when you take it!"

"I know, long-winded."