master transferred to spellcaster

The crowd gathered in one place unknowingly, surrounded the source of the sound, and caused great obstacles to Fujimaru Tachika and the others who were trying to approach.

Fujimaru Tachika's height is considered average among his peers, but this advantage is still not enough to allow him to see the center of the crowd.

Suddenly, he felt that his feet were empty, his vision was elevated, and his whole body left the ground.

"Wow!"

Ashiya Michimitsu embraced the black-haired Master with one arm, "Well, we can see it this way. Hmm, it seems that this time I'm still your old acquaintance, Master."

Now Fujimaru Tachika's line of sight is higher than Ashiya Domitsu, and he can easily see the two people in the center of the encirclement.

One was a girl with shoulder-length hair, glasses, and the same school uniform as the people around her, standing there angrily.

Opposite her was a young girl in exaggerated military uniform, sitting on a chair with her legs spread apart, holding a simple knife in her hand, her pure black hair slipped from the red cloak, a strong The color contrast is like the feeling of a girl, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

The students gathered around were discussing.

"Who is that across from the class monitor? Does our school have such top-notch people?"

"From another school? Is this dress cospy? I've seen it online, and it's the first time I've seen it. It's so imposing."

"I don't know what kind of animation the cosplay is, why I don't have the impression."

"Is he a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know. But whether it's a boy or a girl, they all feel so handsome, and I want to ask for contact information."

"Go, it's a rare opportunity."

"No, no, I don't know why it always feels a bit scary, although she is very handsome...let's forget it."

"Look, look, he turned his head! Is he looking at us?"

Suddenly, a pair of red pupils that looked like burning flames met Fujimaru Tachika's eyes.

The magical and familiar laughter appeared again, "Wow ha ha ha, it's you! Li Xiang, long time no see!"

The girl lifted the brim of her hat, laughed heartily, and strode in the direction of Fujimaru Tachika.

Just like Moses divided the sea, wherever she went, the crowd along the road retreated consciously to make way for a smooth path.

Fujimaru Tachika dug out the identity of the girl in front of her from her memory, "N, nobu?"

"Oh, it's me." The girl——Oda Nobunaga walked up to Ashiya Michiman, it could be said that her petite body was only close to the opponent's chest, but there was no sign of cowardice.

Calmly raised his head and looked at the servant in front of him exuding a strong demonic nature, "Tsk tsk tsk, you are really as bold as ever. Even I admire the demeanor of this servant."

Fujimaru Tachika jumped off Ashiya Michimitsu's arm, "I took it as a compliment."

"Of course I'm complimenting you."

"Then, what is this person's name?" Oda Nobunaga was quite interested in the tall and strong Ashiya Michimitsu, "This physique is stronger than Changke, he must be a fierce general!"

"The poor monk is not talented, but he is a monk who also works as an onmyoji." Ashiya Daoman did not bend down, but just lowered his head to observe the short girl, "Oh, but the poor monk has never thought about it, the so-called Sixth Heaven Demon King It's actually... a woman."

"Why, do you have any comments? It's nothing. I just heard an answer I don't want to hear. This pressure cutter will come in handy now." Accustomed to facing such doubts, Oda Nobunaga smiled back and pressed his hand On the hilt.

"How dare, how dare, the demeanor of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven is convincing, and the poor monk just made a slip of the tongue."

Oda Nobunaga raised his eyebrows, "You guys really make people angry. For Lixiang's sake, I will forgive you once. Next time you just wait for your head to fall—or you prefer Was shot with an arquebus?"

The invisible gunpowder filled the air, and Fujimaru Tateka rubbed her temples helplessly;

Ashiya Michimitsu's provocative character is also absolutely perfect. With this temper, he will be sacked sooner or later.

They were standing in the middle near the door, and there were many people watching, almost blocking the entire door.

Fujimaru Tachika looked around and pointed to an empty corner, "Let's go over there, it's not good to block the door here."

While walking, Fujimaru Tatsuka introduced Oda Nobunaga and Zenin Maki.

He didn't intend to reveal the origin of the heroic spirit to more people, so he got stuck when introducing Oda Nobunaga.

Nobunaga is not an exclusive name, but with the surname Oda, everyone in Japan will know it.

What alias should I choose...

"Let's call it Avenger, or the Sixth Heaven Devil King, but I'm more familiar with this name." Oda Nobunaga answered his words, "Zenyuan Maki, you have a good look, I remember you .”

He said this as if it was an honor to be remembered by her.

But the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, does this curse spirit have anything to do with Oda Nobunaga?

Oda Nobunaga is a woman—what an interesting possibility, if the old men in the Zen monastery knew about it, their outlook on life would probably be broken.

Chanyuan Maki raised the corners of her mouth happily, "Everyone, I remember you too, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven."

Why do these two people seem to have sparks flying.

Fujimaru Tatsuka backed away silently, so as not to be affected by the spark - today is already hot enough, he doesn't need more heat.

Having a spiritual exchange with the newly acquainted potential stock, Oda Nobunaga quickly turned his attention back to the master who hadn't seen him for a long time, and shouted to take him to play with Fujimaru Tatsuka's shoulder.

"It seems that a festival is going to be held here, and it looks like it will be very lively. Well, let me, a local expert who came one step ahead, take you to play together!"

"Wait, wait, it's not working yet." Fujimaru Tatsuka pressed the excited Demon King, "We still have tasks to do."

"Ah, what task? Show me?"

While the two were whispering, Natsume Takashi squeezed in from the inner circle of the crowd and asked Zenyuan Maki in a low voice, "Do you know each other?"

The person who appeared suddenly didn't feel like a human being, but the aura on his body was not as cold as a monster, but on the contrary, it was as hot as a flame, which made him unable to make a judgment for a while.

"I don't know. Well...Fujimaru should know." Zenin Maki also had the same feeling as Natsume Takashi, but she saw a little more.

Through the lens, the strong spell power on the other party couldn't be more obvious.

Recalling the great achievements of this junior in the fragmentary gossip I heard from the panda, Zenyuan Maki suddenly realized—isn’t this the scene where the panda said that the shikigami "gives for nothing"!

Um?Wait a minute, maybe this mission is the kind of legendary situation.

The situation where all the special-level enemies who thought they were the enemies in the mission turned their backs as soon as they saw Fujimaru Tachika-is it real? ?

Over there, Oda Nobunaga listened to Fujimaru Tatsuka's brief introduction, and clapped his hands, "Isn't this me! I accidentally hit it on the head that day, and it was confiscated. But don't worry, I was careful not to burn the woods."

Fujimaru Tateka: Ah, as expected.

The premonition that faintly surfaced in my heart when I heard that laughter outside the door really came true.

He continued to ask, "Then what you are fighting with is..."

"It's a group of weird-looking things, evil, don't remind me of the appearance of that pile of things." Oda Nobunaga made a strange face of vomiting, his facial features wrinkled, "Although I am the devil king, there are also monsters in the devil world of the devil king. There is no guy so ugly! I was so ugly that I went down the mountain overnight!"

Ugly... Fujimaru Tachika called up the picture of the curse spirit in the phone, "Did you meet this kind of thing?"

"It's about the same. Oh, why do you still have a picture of this thing? It's too polluting for the eyes."

Sure enough, it is a curse spirit.

It is indeed very mentally polluted, so Fujimaru Tatsuka only kept this one for emergencies.

The time is almost matching, the thunder may be that Nobunaga's gunshots were misheard, what about the other information?

"Where is the fragrance of wine? Do you have any impression of being here these days?"

"Well." Oda Nobunaga moved his eyes and touched his nose, "Those ugly things are too cunning, they plot against me before they die, uh... I haven't smelled anything these days."

"Otherwise, if there is good wine, how could I miss it. No, it's not too late to find it now... Okay, then I will join your mission..."

"Are you injured? According to what you said, it should have been several days. Are you still not well?"

The magic power wandered on Fujimaru Tachika's body—fortunately, the high school summer clothes hadn't come out yet, and he was forced to wear a long-sleeved uniform. The shining blue light radiated from the cuffs, passed to the fingertips, and then released from the fingertips to the Oda Nobunaga's body.

"Oh, oh, I feel much more comfortable." Oda Nobunaga turned his arms.

Ashiya Michimitsu, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly said, "His Majesty's injury is not an ordinary wound, but a curse. Healing magic can't solve the curse."

Healing magic is more like a certain degree of restoration of the overall state of the treated object, rather than solving negative states such as poisoning or being cursed.

"How come... limbo, what can you do?"

"It's okay, I'll be fine in a few days, and I'll get better sooner if you just give me a hand, no need to bother." Oda Nobunaga waved his hand, refusing to ask for help outside the venue.

She hates that evil monk now, and she doesn't know what the hell will happen if she asks him to help, so she might as well wait a few more days for the curse to disappear by itself.

"Are there more and more people?" Natsume Takashi looked at the encircling circle that was gradually shrinking again with this corner as the center.

They are really conspicuous in the group of students in plain school uniforms, not to mention the outstanding Michimitsu Ashiya and Oda Nobunaga who attracted a lot of attention from the beginning, but the pure black uniforms of Fujimaru Tatsuka and Zenin Maki It is already very outstanding, and the appearance is on the average line, even far beyond, which makes other students inevitably curious.

Even though they have already retreated to the corner, other people can't get too close, but the number of people watching from a distance has not decreased but increased. Gradually, some students outside the auditorium were pulled over by their friends, and the auditorium became more and more crowded.

"What are they talking about? The content of the comics?"

"It should be, it's too far away, I can't hear clearly, I can only hear talking about the devil king or something. Sigh, it's so good-looking, it's actually a house."

"But it's still very good-looking. Looking at their faces, I can go without eating for a day."

"Om-"

The sharp sound of mechanical failure resounded throughout the auditorium, and the students who were discussing enthusiastically just now covered their ears.

On the high platform at the front of the auditorium, Sasada Jun himself was quite agitated by the noise made by the microphone when it was powered on, but seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, he cheered up as soon as possible, "Okay, don't pester the guests from other schools That's it. Everyone, go back and prepare for the class activities, isn't it better to entertain the guests after you're ready?"

After finishing speaking, she took another deep breath, and her tone suddenly became sharp——

"Everyone in class 2, move for me! The props haven't been set up yet, the scenery hasn't been set up yet, and the lines haven't been practiced yet, don't show me the excitement!"

"Wow, the monitor is really angry." Nishimura Satoru shrugged his shoulders and ran away to continue his work.

Sasada Jun usually has a good reputation in the class, and with the first person to take the lead, the students in the second class have returned to their original jobs one after another.

While the others were tactfully made remarks about driving away customers, and seeing the people from the second class around them busily coming and going, most of them were embarrassed to stay any longer, and quite a few people left after a while.

Seeing that the desired effect was achieved, Jun Sasada heaved a sigh of relief, returned the microphone to the student in charge of the equipment, and walked towards the direction of Fujimaru Tachika and his group.

"I'm very sorry, the students on our side are rude."

Walking up to several people, Jun Sasada apologized neatly.At the beginning, although the person with the knife broke in and disrupted the scene, it didn't actually cause any damage. On the contrary, it was indeed their side who was rude in the follow-up, which probably caused a bad impression on the other party.

"This is the ticket for our performance tonight. You are welcome to watch it then. You can also go to other classes to get snacks with the ticket."

"Oh, you look like a leader. I like you very much. How about it? Do you want to work under my command?"

The girl with the knife had a dignified look and a domineering air.

Sasada Jun's lens reflected white light, and the expression on his face froze for a moment, as if he didn't know how to react, and after a pause, he said, "No thanks."

After stuffing the beautifully made tickets to Tatsuka Fujimaru, Jun Sasada turned to Takashi Natsume, "Natsume-kun, they are your friends."

"Yes, it is?"

Natsume Takashi didn't know what this sudden question meant.

"Then your next job is to show them a good tour of the school. Be sure to visit."

Sasada Jun fell into a detached calm state after being overwhelmed, and said to Natsume Takashi word by word.

"Okay, okay."

A drop of cold sweat fell, Natsume Takashi understood.

It means to let him take the "source of trouble making" farther away!