The righteous path's voice fell.
The entire office building suddenly became extremely quiet.
It was so quiet that Righteous Dao could almost hear his own breathing. The noise outside the window seemed to be isolated by some kind of power.
It was as if something was isolating this space from the outside world.
No sound could be transmitted into this domain.
? He tried to make a sound, but even though he could feel his vocal cords trembling, he couldn't make a sound.
After a long time.
A deep sigh came from the room.
"Sigh, I didn't expect that old man's prophecy to come true.”
The old principal's voice sounded.
In the next moment.
The entire world, which seemed to have been muted, instantly returned to normal.
"Domain!" This was the only thought left in the orthodox sect's mind.
At that moment, the old principal had activated his one-second domain.
Although it was only for a second, it repeated in his mind for countless seconds.
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
A domain consumed a lot of curse power. At his teacher's age, his body was already aging, and the curse power he could store was getting lesser and lesser.
Opening up a domain for no reason, this kind of thing that exhausted the curse power was a huge burden on the teacher.
However, his teacher didn't care about what Righteous Dao said.
For the first time, there was a hint of sternness in his voice.
"Righteous Dao, don't get involved in anything related to that youth. Don't ask anything else!”
Righteous Dao wanted to say something, but he heard his teacher's tone. There was no room for him at all.
He only needed to nod his head to show that he understood.
The teacher's voice relaxed a little as he continued.
"There are some things that are not for you to take responsibility for. Oh right, in three months, the Three Imperial Families will hold another Imperial Competition. At that time, all the Cursemancer families will come and participate. The venue will be in Tokyo. I'll leave this matter to you. There can't be any mistakes!”
"Imperial competition!" The orthodox sect leader frowned, his eyes narrowed, and he nodded heavily.
"Leave it to me, Teacher."
" Very good. The brat has finally grown up and become an amazing Cursemancer!"
The old man's voice gradually became illusory and finally calmed down. The orthodox sect of the noctuid moth bowed and cupped his fists before slowly leaving.
" The Imperial Competition is a grand event that gathers all the Cursemancer clans. It has clearly stopped for hundreds of years, so why is it reopening? What's the point of wasting one's life on something like this?!”
As a descendant of a famous sect, the Noble Sect of Noctua naturally knew how many outstanding Cursemancers had fallen in the arena for the so-called honor in the so-called Imperial Competition.
Was it a blessing or a curse to restart the Imperial Competition again?
Everything was still unknown.
However, this sudden change made him feel a little troubled.
"I hope there won't be any trouble ~"
.....
"Hey! I say, aren't you going too far? This is just a bit of money, and you're sending beggars away!!”
His furious voice echoed in a seaside villa, disturbing the calm sea and causing ripples.
Fuheier looked at the drowsy Dragon One on the sofa with an unhappy expression. The coins in his hand made a crisp sound as if they were mocking him.
"Don't be so loud. We agreed before that as my employee, you have to listen to the boss's salary.”
Dragon One waved his hand weakly, indicating for the other party to calm down.
However, when he saw Dragon One's appearance, he was even more furious.
He immediately shouted.
"Who am I? The Zen Temple is so terrible! The strongest bounty hunter! Aren't you going too far by giving me three coins a month?! I won't say anything about this. Don't you think it's a little overkill to kill some level three and level four underlings every day?!”
The veins on Shen Er's forehead bulged. He clenched his fists and protested loudly.
Ever since he was defeated by Dragon One, Shen Er had abided by the agreement and became an employee of Dragon One's house.
However, what he did not expect was…
In this godforsaken place where the Myriad Existences House was located, the supernatural incidents that came knocking on the door every day were all curse spirits that were not presentable.
He could deal with it with a casual wave of his hand.
And what kind of f * cking net worth was he? The Bounty King, with the strongest body, should have been living a life of luxury. Now, his monthly salary could not even afford a box of cigarettes.
"Aiya, when we're done here and go to Tokyo, we'll naturally have more business. We'll be at ease ~" Ryuichi comforted him, but he avoided the topic of salary.
Hearing this, Shen Er threw the coin on the table. A powerful force directly fixed the coin on the table.
He turned around and sat on the sofa, taking a sip of beer on the table.
"You're still going to Tokyo? Your house is a company that no one recognizes. Those old guys won't let you go. Whether it's the Curse Academy or the Curse Association, they won't allow anyone to use the Exorcism Curse Spirit to start a company.”
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