Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

"Probably affected by the frequent disasters last year, the cursed spirits kept emerging."

"I'm very busy this summer."

Until late at night, Xia Youjie, who was wearing a black magic college uniform and a half-cropped hair, was still walking on the streets like a "walking zombie" even though he was mentally and physically exhausted, searching for possible curse spirits.

"It's the breath of the curse spirit."

He stopped in front of a dark alley and staggered inside.

"I thought it was an ordinary exorcism."

"But I never thought that there were already "comrades" there who had already arrived first."

"It's a technique I've never seen before. The fluctuations in the curse power on my body are obviously no different from ordinary people, but it can pin a curse spirit close to the second level to the wall and be unable to move."

"Because of his own magic, I hope he can hand over this cursed spirit to me."

Xia Youjie fell into Isayama Nomei's verbal suggestion. His mind thought it made sense, and his body was even more direct. He took out his wallet and took it as he pleased.

Xia Youjie sighed and raised his hand towards the curse spirit in front of him.

Said in a cold tone

It has an outstanding effect on people who are mentally exhausted.

Isn't this a "big injustice"?

Isayama Nomei originally wanted to test the second effect of [Spirit Eater] to see how much mana it could increase for him.

"That's what I told myself from the day I became a conjurer."

He actually didn't bargain and spent 100,000 yen to buy a half-dead cursed spirit.

"No one knows the smell of the cursed spirit."

He stared at the ball in his hand. What was tumbling inside was a skeleton with teeth and claws, and kept roaring in pain.

"It's just something everyone knows is ugly."

When the alley fell into darkness again, except for the half-eaten corpse, no one knew that there had been a curse spirit close to the second-level level here.

Then Isayama Nomei saw Xia Youjie take out his wallet

Xia Youjie withdrew the magic power, and the magic spirit was compressed into a small blue ball of magic power.

Xia Youjie was still thinking, but by the time he reacted, one hundred thousand yen was already missing from his wallet.

"Alas, tonight's overtime pay is in vain."

"Tsk tsk tsk"

"So I have to get stronger."

"Exorcise!"

Just to eat.

"Eliminate, eat, and repeat."

Naturally, Isayama Norimei couldn't let him have sex for nothing. Why, your man from the Conjuration College is so overbearing that he wants to take away a curse spirit without giving anything.

Xia Youjie also wants to lose face

In fact, this is mainly because after Isayama Nomei's psychic level was promoted to the West Tower level, the spiritual position unconsciously radiated from the body has aggravated the impact on others.

Especially after the [Psychic Codex] was transformed into [Scarlet Letter of Redemption], all types of psychic spells were opened to Isayama Nomei.

The powerful methods of exterminating spirits, as well as the shrill screams of the cursed spirits that were constantly circling back and forth in the alley, made Isayama Nomei stop and turn around to look sideways.

"You can spend one hundred thousand dollars without batting an eyelid."

The cursed spirit that collapsed on the ground had no way to escape, and its entire body was completely overwhelmed by the huge blue cursed power.

Natsu Youjie was a student, and Isayama Nomei saw at least forty to fifty "Fukuzawa Yukichi" in his wallet.

After receiving the money, Isayama Nomei simply lifted the spell. The half-dead cursed spirit that lost the restraint of "psychic power" fell directly to the ground, unable to move.

The other party's generosity made Isayama Norimei even have the idea that his asking price was too cheap.

Isayama Nomei, who has 230,000 points, is not too difficult to let go of a curse spirit that brings about 100 points.

But the money spent is like pouring water. Worrying about whether the 100,000 yuan is worth it will only devalue the identity of a magician.

"There was nothing unusual about what I saw."

"This was originally the prey I hunted. You want to take it from me without paying anything. This is difficult for people to agree to."

This was Isayama Nomei's comment on this man who suddenly appeared behind him, smiling and looking a bit like a frivolous man.

"But, no, he's a "weirdo" who we met once."

Just this crushing level of violent spell power output, what Xia Youjie displayed, was far beyond the level of ordinary first-level spell masters.

Due to the special nature of the technique, he spent 100,000 yen to buy a curse spirit, not for other reasons.

Xia Youjie picked up the small ball in his hand, opened his mouth, and swallowed it forcefully. Even with a painful look on his face, Xia Youjie still forced himself.

The curse spirit only lasted for less than three seconds, and its entire body was completely melted into the storm of curse power, leaving no trace behind.

He also recognized it. He was a second-year student from the Tokyo Conjuring High School, and his name seemed to be "Xia Youjie", and he was one of the noisy trio.

But a second person appeared at the scene and said he wanted the cursed spirit.

"Thank you for your patronage."

The man who rejected the olive branch offered by the Conjuring Academy, known as the "Cradle of Conjurers".

The cursed spirit in the form of a skeleton inside it actually began to feel like it was soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid. The body started to smoke and finally decomposed gradually. The bones broke and every inch of the body was decomposing.

When their teacher yelled at them, the three of them instantly turned into "good babies" and stood at attention. It would be hard not to be deeply impressed by Ken Isayama's meditation.

When Xia Youjie completely swallowed the soft ball the size of a coconut, he was breathing heavily.

"Great injustice"

"Based on knowing this, I still made the choice to save all sentient beings."

"But when I was stared at by those deep blue eyes, I felt an inexplicable pressure. I almost thought they were my friends."

He put the money in his trouser pocket

"Well, taking a trip out can be regarded as an unexpected gain."

The energy of psychic psychic spells unfolds around Isayama Nomei unconsciously. Although it is very weak, it can add a certain persuasive (hypnotic) power to Isayama Nomei's words. This is unconscious.

So far, he doesn't know how many curse spirits he has swallowed.

There was no wind in the empty alley, and a huge storm of spell power was set off.

Little did he know that Xia Youjie also felt ridiculous at the moment. He had paid 100,000 yen because of the other party's two words, and he still felt that the other party was very reasonable.

As expected, the mind of the conjurer is a little twisted.

"What a hatred, such torture."

So Isayama Nomei opened his quotation, and he gave a number.

"One hundred thousand"

"Although I don't know what you want this curse spirit for, if you really want it, just pay for it."

"Although the Conjurers Association is not a human being, the subsidized benefits are really good."

Isayama Nomei, who was silent on the side, asked the doubts in his heart

"What does the curse spirit smell like?"

Xia Youjie breathed heavily and wiped the corners of his mouth.

With a hint of helplessness on his face, he replied

"It's probably like swallowing a rag that has been wiped with vomit."