Spell Upgrade System

Shikatori Hiiragi took Gojo Satoru to 711.

But I don’t know why, from the beginning of the decision to eat bread, it has somehow become a good oden.

Shikatori Hiiragi actually likes 711’s oden, and he ate it a few times when he was in Yokohama, but this kind of convenience store stuff obviously doesn’t suit the appetite of a rich young man like Gojo Satoru.

While Shikatori Hiiragi was biting the rice cake, he glanced at Gojo Satoru vaguely. The other party was just eating normally, with a blank expression on his face, making it hard to tell whether he thought it was delicious or not.

Shikatori Hiiragi thought, since he is willing to eat it, it probably won't taste bad.

When he returned to the coffee shop, Nakamura Satomi had already finished his meal and came back. Seeing her push the door and walk in, he couldn't hold back the gossip, so he leaned over and asked her in a low voice, "That handsome guy outside is your man?" friend?"

Shikatori Hiiragi: "?"

"No." Shikatori Hiiragi laughed and seriously denied.

She didn't know why Nakamura Satomi had this illusion. Could it be that almost all girls are like this?Even if you want to come to Yuxing, you will always talk about wanting to fall in love.

Nakamura Satomi thought for a while, then said, "Ah, no, is that my brother?"

Shikatori Hiiragi: "..."

It seems even more outrageous.

Shikatori shook his head, and denied again: "No, it's just an ordinary friend."

"Eh, it's not..." Nakamura Satomi was thoughtful.

Shikatori Hiiragi blinked, still feeling that she couldn't figure it out, obviously she and Gojo Satoru didn't look alike in any way.

Gojo Satoru's brows and eyes are heroic, although he has a baby face, but the whole person still feels sharp to others, and Shikatori Hiiragi's appearance is much softer, but the only thing in common is that they are both good-looking.

"Can I ask Senior Satomi why he thinks that way?" After thinking for a while, Shikatori decided to ask.

Nakamura Satomi: "There's no reason, you both have the same hair color, so I guess that way."

It was only then that Shikatori realized that Gojo Satoru had the same hair color as his own, both silvery white, so it would not be uncommon for them to be recognized as brothers and sisters, and Nakamura Satomi just saw it from a distance through the glass. It's normal to see his face too.

Afternoon work is still normal.

Shikatori Hiiragi was serving coffee when he heard Nakamura Satomi answering the phone at the front desk.

Nakamura Satomi frowned slightly, just by looking at her, she knew it was not a good thing: "Okay, it's okay... I hope you get better soon."

After hanging up the phone, Shikatori Hiiragi asked her, "Is there something wrong?"

Nakamura Satomi nodded: "The pastry chef seems to have a spinal problem. He went to have a meal at noon. For some reason, he suddenly couldn't walk. He barely called a taxi and asked for leave to go home."

Shikatori Hiiragi felt a little sympathetic after hearing this: "Ah... that's okay, it would be nice to get better soon."

Nakamura Satomi was still a little unmotivated: "Well, I hope so, then in this case, there will only be the two of us in the afternoon."

"Yes, but for me, the work here is actually very easy." Shikatori Hiiragi said.

"The most important thing is that there is no way to make dim sum. If the stock is sold out, we can only close the store."

There is still half of the counter left. If it is just coffee, it is really difficult to sell the snacks made in advance. If they are sold out, they will pack up and leave work.

Shikatori Hiiragi thought for a while and asked, "Is there a specific formula?"

"What?" Nakamura Satomi was stunned for two seconds.

Shikatori Hiiragi repeated: "If there is a specific recipe for dim sum, I can try it out."

Nakamura Satomi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Hiragi, do you know how to make desserts?"

"Knowing a little of everything?" Shikatori Hiiragi laughed, the corners of his lips curved into a nice arc, and there seemed to be a little gleam in his emerald eyes.

Shikatori Hiiragi dare not say that she is good at it, she can only say that everything she has eaten is good, no matter what it is, as long as she has a specific and complete production method and detailed ratio, she can perfectly reproduce it.

"Well, there probably are. I'll ask Mr. Kawakami to send them over."

Mr. Kawakami refers to the master who makes dim sum.

Shikatori Hiiragi nodded in satisfaction. While waiting for the recipe to arrive, she first ran into the kitchen to look through the ingredients, and thought that if there were any leftovers, she could bake some cakes and take them home.

Compared with brushing shoulders with death and facing dangerous curse spirits, the life of working in a coffee shop is more enjoyable and leisurely. Shikatori Hiiragi made a lot of snacks according to the recipe sent by him, and some of them were still in the original place. Minor improvements have been made.

"Senior Satomi, try it, I tried to add something new."

Nakamura Satomi looked at the little cake that looked exactly like the one made by the pastry chef, and couldn't help swallowing, thinking that she could really reproduce it.

"Okay, I'll try it."

The taste is unexpectedly good.

Seeing Nakamura Satomi's expression of surprise suddenly, Shikatori Hiiragi knew that his improvement was correct, so he asked her expectantly, "How is it?"

Nakamura Satomi boasted decisively: "It's delicious!"

She ate several mouthfuls in a row, and then commented: "It's already a perfect reproduction, but it's much more refreshing than the original, and it's not greasy at all."

Nakamura Satomi has worked in this cafe for several years, and has been with the pastry chef for quite a long time. She has eaten the dim sum here, but she can be sure that the dim sum made by Shikatori Hiiragi is definitely hers. One of the tastiest ever.

Shikatori Hiiragi smiled happily: "That would be great."

"Can I know how it's made? I've eaten the same dim sum many times, but nothing compares to this."

"Okay." Shikatori Hiiragi went to the refrigerator to get an orange, walked back and put it on the table, "I added this."

Nakamura Satomi hesitated: "... Orange?"

Shikatori Hiiragi explained: "To be precise, it's not. I just cut a little bit of orange peel, just a little bit. Chop it up and add it to the cream. The fragrance of the orange peel is just enough to relieve the greasy."

Orange zest is really good to use, especially when making dim sum. Shikatori Hiiragi has a deep understanding of this.

"Yeah, but wouldn't adding orange zest change the taste?"

"I said it's just a little bit, it won't affect the taste."

"I see."

On the same day, after the pastry chef left, the turnover improved for some reason, and all kinds of pastries sold well.

Shikatori Hiiragi has made a lot of things, some of them have not been sold out, but they can be taken back to eat, and they will not go bad after a few days in the refrigerator. Before leaving work, I made some small things with some materials that cannot be stored until the next day Some were given to Nakamura Satomi.

After get off work, of course Shikatori Hiiragi did not forget that he planned to go shopping for daily necessities today. Some shopping malls closed very late, and it was summer. It was past five o'clock, and there was no sign of it getting dark.

While picking things in the shopping mall, she recalled today—it was the first time that she did not rely on luck, but relied on her own experience of exorcising the curse spirit.

Although it is still a matter of luck for the use of skill cards, at least she is alone this time, so there is no danger.

But she couldn't help feeling guilty for not being able to save the previous person.

I don't know how long it took, Shikatori Hiiragi suddenly remembered: [By the way, I completed the task today, did you get a recruitment ticket? 】

Shikatori Hiiragi has no hope for the item of "exorcising the curse spirit", because she knows that what she exorcises today is only a third-level curse spirit, which is the second-to-last level, not the high-level curse spirit that the system said.

[System: Yes. 】

[System: Please check the backpack. 】

In the next second, the backpack interface was brought up by the considerate system. This was the first time Shikatori Hiiragi heard about the backpack.

Compared with the system, in her opinion, it is actually more like an RPG game. Shirose and the others once stole a game machine, but they were trained by Zhongya Zhongyuan, but the machine was not returned. Someone played it. At that time, she leaned over to take a look.

Shikatori Hiiragi took a look, there was a card book and ten recruitment coupons in the backpack.

When she saw the extra recruitment coupons, she didn't rush to draw the cards. Instead, she clicked on the card book first and looked through it a little.

Compared with the card book in her card interface, this card book has many more card slots, with star ratings and card names written on it, but there are no pictures and card notes, probably in an unlocked state.

Shikatori Hiiragi turned the card book to the end. This card book must have at least a few hundred cards, and if there are more, it may be thousands. Although she knew that the total number of cards would not be small, she couldn't help being surprised when she saw this number. a handful.

There are so many cards, and she only has ten unlocked right now.

After realizing this gap, Shikatori Hiiragi was a little excited for the first time, perhaps because of the desire to collect, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind——

She wants to collect all the illustrated books.

[Katori Hiiragi: I want to draw a card. 】

[System: OK. 】

The system called up the card drawing interface, and the ""unlimited spell" probability increase card pool appeared on the top. "

Shikatori Hiiragi looked at the note on the card again, then took a deep breath, and decided to draw this as before.

[System: Do you want to use the recruitment coupon * 10 to conduct a ten consecutive recruitment? 】

[Katori Hiiragi: Pump! 】

[System: Loading...]

After the ray of light in his sight dissipated, Shikatori Hiiragi clearly saw what he had drawn.

[System: Ten consecutive recruitments have been carried out for you, please check the cards you have drawn. 】

Shikatori Hiiragi looked through it carefully. There was a four-star card. She was very lucky. It was an equipment card. After all, she could still use the equipment card at this stage. If it was a skill card, drawing it now was basically equivalent to not drawing it.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't want "no lower limit spells".

After reading it several times and checking that there would be absolutely no missed cases, Shikatori Hiiragi finally sighed. Sure enough, it is not so easy to get a five-star card.

[Katori Hiiragi: System, what is the shipment rate of your five-star card? What about "unlimited spells"? 】

[System: The explosion rate of the five-star card is 3%, and the explosion rate of the current card "Unlimited Spell" is 1%. 】

Shikatori Hiiragi gasped.

This is really not enough...

Calculated in this way, she needs to draw more than 30 draws before she can draw a five-star card, and the shipment rate of cards with increased probability in the current period such as "No Lower Limit Spell" only accounts for one-third of the five-star cards.

Shikatori Hiiragi asked resolutely: [Then do you... have a guarantee? 】

[System: None. 】

【Katori Hiiragi: ...】

...that's all.

Shikatori Hiiragi seems to have realized that this is not a world where everything can be solved by relying on the liver, and everything will still be taken away by the power of non-chieftains in the end.