Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

"The editor-in-chief and editor XX both hanged themselves in the office in mysterious circumstances, and most of the senior executives disappeared mysteriously."

"Why did a ten-year-old newspaper collapse overnight? What happened to the Asahi Shimbun?"

"Okay, okay."

Isayama Norimei looked at the home page of the newspaper in his hand with the enlarged headline and some text descriptions, and smiled on his face.

"It is reported that the newspaper Asahi Newspaper, which was founded in xxx, is currently empty, and there is only a pile of garbage left on the entire floor."

"You like to be popular, don't you? Now my buddy has put you on the hot search."

Isayama Norimei has been unhappy with this newspaper for a long time, especially when his sister had an accident. Other newspapers have done protective treatment, but this newspaper alone did not even mosaic it. It was a second psychological trauma for the victim's family. He can remember this incident for a lifetime.

"Hot search in heaven, be happy."

"Let me see, tsk tsk tsk."

Fuheishier, who was on the side, poked his head over curiously, and he understood after just one glance.

"It's so tragic. I must have offended someone who shouldn't be offended."

Only a conjurer could make mortals suffer so miserably. They were almost powerless to fight back against a malicious conjurer.

It's their bad luck.

"Who knows."

Let his subordinates do it, the process is not important, Isayama Nomei only wants the results.

He folded the newspaper and turned to look at Fuheisher aside.

"And you said you would take me to an exciting place, but this is what happened?"

At that time, Isayama Kenmei advised Fu Heiji that his hands were too soft and not too harsh. Unexpectedly, he was advised by an old killer who had been in the industry for thirty years.

"Boss, don't be so murderous at a young age."

Then Fushiguro suggested that Isayama Nomei could follow him to a good place.

A stress-relieving place unique to Fuheishier.

"It's tense and exciting, and there's money to be made."

Isayama Ken meditated and thought that there were no classes at the Conjuring College anyway, so he asked for leave (absent).

Then Isayama Norimei followed Fukaku Shijir here. What appeared in front of him was a circular oval standard track with a length of 1,600 meters and a width of 22 meters. This length and width are strictly in accordance with the International Horse Racing Federation. Provisions 7.27:1.

Yes, that's right, the place where Fushiguro Jiji brought Isayama Norimei to was an international racecourse in Tokyo.

If Uncle Neon has a favorite project, betting on horse racing must occupy a place.

"I fell into your trap."

Isayama Nomei sneered.

"Bah, old gambling dog."

He is now using magic to construct a false mask that looks just like the real one when worn on his face, so he can appear in public with the famous [Heaven and Tyrant] who is almost a mobile sign.

Originally Isayama Norimei didn't care, he just took pictures if he was photographed by someone who was interested. After all, he was the young master of the Kamo family, and it was not normal to subdue a strong man.

But after Isayama Nomei learned something, it became more important.

“I really don’t know what you’re thinking about coming here before you have money.”

"You don't feel bad about wasting the Panxing Sect's dirty money, do you?"

Fushiguro Shiji has taken the initiative to tell Isayama Norimei who his employer is.

It turned out to be the Panxing Sect who had been severely warned once by Isayama Nomei.

It seems that the warning given by his branch last time was not severe enough, and the headquarters actually dares to do this?

These guys are really wealthy. When they asked Fuheishier to take action, they actually paid just over 10 million for the deposit alone, and the total amount actually reached nearly 50 million.

But no matter how hard they think, they can't know that Fushiguro Shiji is actually Isayama Nomei's man.

Giving money to Fushiguro is equivalent to giving money to Isayama Nomei, and the Panxing Sect is a perfect victim.

In fact, at the beginning, when Fuheshier learned that his mission conflicted with that of his boss.

Fuhei said it wisely, so I gave up the task. After all, I can't compete with the boss for business, right?

"Answer, why don't you answer."

Isayama Nomei asked Fushiguro to stabilize

Money is nothing but sand dollars.

"Do it well for me."

So in order to let Panxing teach this big grievance, I will honestly give Fuheisher the final payment when the time comes.

For the time being, we cannot let the outside world know the connection between Isayama Nomei and Fushiguro Jinji.

The killer and the bodyguard work together, but that's okay.

As for whether Fuhei Shi'er was allowed to go through the front door in an upright manner before, other forces would know.

That is the gate of the Kamo family. Seeing that gate does not mean that it is the territory of the Kamo family. The surrounding area must not be more than ten kilometers away from their sphere of influence.

This time, Isayama Kenmei didn't teach Panxing to this fat sheep. The wool on its body was bald, and he didn't believe Isayama.

I'm sorry, it came to my door.

"Don't say that."

Sitting next to Isayama Norimei, Fushiguro Shiji was wearing black slippers, a black casual shirt and cropped pants, and he looked like an old man, with his legs crossed in a cool way.

"I think this is a good place where you can relax mentally and physically, and get sensory stimulation."

In fact, it has some other meanings. In fact, Fuhei Shi'er has always been a loner and a very boring man.

Life is all about killing women.

A friendly friend?

There's nothing like that.

The only person with whom I can even remotely talk is through work, and I can't even get in touch with him at all.

That guy said something very hurtful, saying he didn't want to have any contact with you except at work.

So this time it was rare that the boss was kidnapped, which gave Fuheishier a rare feeling of hanging out with friends and not being able to entertain him well.

Of course, the most important thing is to have money in your pocket. Fuheishi'er is confident, and he always talks in the same way.

"Betting on horse racing is not something inappropriate."

"I am making money with money."

"Old gambling dog."

Isayama Nomei rolled his eyes at him

"Let me ask you, how much money have you won here?"

"ah"

This sentence silenced Fuhei Shiergan, and the calm and carefree mood just now was gone.

Fuheishier sat upright, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Boss, I don't need a few dollars here."

“What I enjoy is the fun of it.”

But in fact, this was just a strong argument made by Fuheishier who felt that he couldn't save face in front of his boss.

What no one knows is that the famous "Heaven and Tyrant" in the world of magic is a complete unlucky man.

This man's luck was almost extremely bad, just like his rough fate.

The old hapless guy Fu Heisher has never made any money here openly. Instead, he has put a lot of money earned over the years into it.

It really reflects that sentence, the more food you eat, the more you love to play. The more Fuheijie loses, the more he wants to make money from it.

This is the mentality of gamblers.

He is such a tough-talking person that every time he warns himself, he will definitely win next time. Unfortunately, he loses everything every time.

Fuheisher said with a slightly excited tone

"Of course you have to lose before you win."

When Isayama Nomei heard this guy start to say some vague words, he was vague.

"I make money based on luck, and there's nothing I can do when I'm not lucky."

Even Isayama Kenmei felt that Fushiguro was a little incoherent. In fact, he already had a rough figure in his mind as to how much money this guy could earn here.

"Haha, you are so optimistic."

Isayama Nomei could only say this. Do you still want to praise him for his ambition?

"What for?"

Isayama Nomei saw Fushiguro standing up suddenly, thinking that this guy couldn't afford to talk.

"It's just that the betting shops are about to open."

Fuheishier gathered the money in his hand tightly and said viciously

"Boss, I have a feeling that I will win today."

"I'm sure."

"Lord God of Gamblers, what number do you want to bet today?"

"Nine, I feel like today's lucky number is nine."

The so-called horse racing betting means that in horse racing, you place bets on the players and horses you like. You can place bets on the first, second, and third place. If you guess correctly, you will get a multiplier.

For example, the racetrack where Fushiguro Shiji and Isayama Norimei are located has a yearly turnover of 20 to 40 billion, in US dollars.

Gamblers and horse racing enthusiasts from all over the world gather here.

No matter how much horse racing is compared, the probability of winning is higher than choosing a 49-number lottery ticket, but it is awesome that Fuheishier can't make any money even once.

In other words, as long as you buy the opposite of Fuheisher, the chances of your villa being close to the sea will be greatly increased in the future.

Fuheishier's premonition became stronger. So. In the end, the outcome has nothing to do with him.

He almost lost to gold VIP, but it was a pity that Fuheishier did not react to this and did not have a reasonable self-awareness.

Otherwise, Fushiguro would not have said this with confidence in front of Isayama Nomei. He had a strong hunch that this number would definitely win today.

"Ha ha ha ha."

But before Isayama Norimei could say anything, laughter came from not far away. This laughter was so unrestrained that it felt like he was laughing at Fushiki Shir.

"You actually want to vote for number nine, I'm laughing so hard."

"It's true that people are stupid and have too much money."

Hearing this ridicule, the confident expression on his face immediately turned as ugly as if he had eaten "shit".

"court death?"

Fushihe Shi'er, who was so humiliated, turned as black as carbon, which showed that he was in a bad mood now.

Make a vow in front of the boss. He said that No. 9 would definitely win, only to be laughed at. How could he bear this?

The [Heaven and the Tyrant], who is so popular in the earth-killing magic world, really makes him angry. It can be said that killing people is an easy matter.

But when Isayama Nomei and Fushiguro Shiji both turned their attention to the person who just spoke, their faces became very strange when they saw the guy clearly.

Especially Fuhei Shi'er, who was so murderous just now, suddenly felt that he was so stupid to get involved with such a thing.

Because the person who made the sound just now, surprisingly, looks like a kid who is not very old, but is extremely mature.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, but his hair style was indeed quite distinctive.

Isayama Nomei thought that thing looked like his least favorite vegetable, broccoli.

The hairstyle really looks like half a broccoli upside down on the head. It is really a bit vulgar to match his young and mature face.

And are the eyelashes glued on? Why does it look so funny?

As for his height, he should be considered outstanding among his peers. He is estimated to be about 1.7 meters.

Isayama Norimei also noticed this black-haired kid. He was holding a lottery ticket in his hand and a pencil in the other hand. He looked like he was filling out a lottery ticket.

"Isn't this just a brat?"

Fushiguro lost interest immediately and waved his hand in disgust to tell him to go away.

"My lord now, it really is."

"You just leave the kid here, what if he gets lost?"

Fuheishier spread his hands and looked very emotional.

"It's true that there are parents to give birth to, and there are no parents to care about it."

The corner of Isayama Nomei's mouth twitched when he heard this sentence. He felt that this sentence was the least convincing when it was said by Fushiguro Jinji.

You have two sons and a daughter. Can you take a look at them?

Isn't this really ironic?

"And the form in your hand, can you, a brat, fill it out? Let your adults do it."

Fuheishier sneered.

"That lottery ticket is probably worth about 200 dollars. You scrawled it and erased it. Be careful of getting spanked by the adults."

From the pattern on the ticket, Fuheishier recognized it as something similar to a scratch-off ticket. The maximum prize listed was 10 million dollars.

Due to its high price, no one pays attention to it on weekdays, because the cost per session is US$200, which is really too expensive.

But this kid actually had one in his hand, making it dirty and scratched. Don't worry about being spanked by his adults later.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Ogi-san."

Little Broccoli was very unhappy after being ridiculed by Fuhei Shi'er, and his face was also turned black with anger.

"I'm not some little brat."

"Um?"

Being so disrespected by this brat, Fuheishi'er's anger, which had just been suppressed, vaguely felt like it was rising again. He looked as if he wanted to pull up his sleeves and walk over to teach him a lesson.

Fuheishier does look more ferocious, especially when he has a ferocious expression on his face, which makes this little broccoli devil a little bit difficult to get off.

"Forget it, you, an uncle, chose number nine. It means you really have a bad eye."

"Being with a loser like you will reduce my luck."

After saying that, the broccoli kid wanted to leave.

"What did you say, you damn kid."

Fuheishier was also a little angry after being stimulated one after another by him.

"Very well."

Isayama Nomei suddenly became interested in this kid and stopped Fushiguro's movements.

"What are you arguing with the naughty kid?"

He opened his hand, and the kid flew back towards Isayama Nomei's position like metal attracted by a magnet.

Isayama Nomei is distancing himself from him. barley. The left and right positions stopped it. but. The psychic power of the telekinesis system did not untie the shackles of the brat, but still held him firmly in its hands.

This abnormal scene made the kid's face suddenly turn pale.

He cursed secretly, no good.

I hit a brick wall today.

Seeing that he couldn't break free despite struggling hard, the smile on Isayama Nomei's face became even bigger.

"As expected, you're not surprised at all."

Fushiguro is blind, so he doesn't know, but Isayama Norimei can clearly see that the magic power of this kid is beyond the standard for a kid of his age.

"You are also a magician."

However, whether his three-legged cat kung fu is comparable to the strength of a trainee spellcaster is a question that needs to be discussed.

"Hmph, I won't use spells on an adult like you who can use spells on a child like me who has no power to restrain a chicken."

The kid was still arrogant, but you could tell from the trembling in his tone that he was timid.

"Kid, you keep talking about your luck, luck, talk about luck."

Isayama Nomei's face was also quite ferocious. The corners of his mouth were curved and raised slightly.

That smile was so penetrating that he was no different from a murderer.

"But do you know that you are actually very unlucky today."

So under Isayama Nomei's "friendly" relationship, this tough-tongued kid finally suffered, and the tears in his eyes kept falling like a broken pearl.

"I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time."

"My name is Shokinji, a first-year student in the elementary school of Nozomi Gansan nearby."

The broccoli kid looked so miserable and said in a choked tone.

"I was a bitch today. I shouldn't have provoked you. I was really wrong."

"The reason why I didn't recommend that uncle to buy No. 9 is because the horse No. 9 broke his leg in the British Equestrian Games last year and did not undergo rehabilitation until last month."

"After participating in the competition for just one month, how does it compare with other horse racing?"

Fuheishier didn't know what to say when he saw this scene.

Mingming's boss had told him before that he shouldn't be like a naughty kid.

But in Fuhei Shi'er's opinion, the boss's behavior was as if he had seen the same thing as that brat, and he was extremely online.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have tamed such a brat to be so obedient. He was obviously scared to death and felt that his life was really threatened, so he revealed everything.

Fuheishier finally understood one thing at this moment, that is, "Don't mess with anyone but the boss."

"Good boy."

The smiling Isayama Nomei patted Shokinji on the head, and several strands of broccoli were pressed down by the strength of his hand.

"If you hadn't talked too much, this situation wouldn't have happened."

When the Broccoli Kid felt that the restraints on his body were completely gone, he slumped on the ground as weakly as if he had lost his bones, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

While the gasping Shokinji was still congratulating himself on escaping, the devil's voice sounded from his ears again.

"By the way, kid, do you want to take a gamble with me?"

[I love fanaticism, fanaticism is gambling, gambling is life, and love is domination]

Obviously he has decided to make gambling his life goal, but now Shouganeji is facing an unprecedented wavering and is trembling.

"Let the outcome of this equestrian competition be the limit."

"You can choose any of the other racers you like, but I'll just choose number nine."

"It's fair. No. 9, you're talking about a disabled horse."

Isayama Nomei smacked his chin and said in a tone that sounded like you’ve made a lot of money.

"No matter what you choose, at least it has a better chance of winning than No. 9."

"It's a bet, let me think about it."

Isayama Nomei thought for a moment and said in a tone as relaxed as if he had decided what to eat for dinner today.

"Just bet your future."

The pupils in Shuo Jinci's eyes were trembling. For the first time, he felt that gambling was such a terrifying thing, but it seemed that it was too late.

"No, I don't want to gamble."

"I want to go home."