"Kid, I have a good place to recommend. Don't you want to forget the visual impact of the eldest lady? Trust me, you won't regret it. ”

A pair of straight legs step into the pool, making a splash with each step.

As soon as Rui Ji finished reciting "The Theory of Elements", the heat of his body washed by the cold water dissipated, the CPU returned to normal, and the picture full of peach elements consciously stayed away.

She is now physically and mentally healthy.

"Where?"

"Inuming Village, a good place for strange talks, a hunting ground for witches, your two mothers used to love to go. There are strange stories of any level there, and if you are lucky enough to meet a high-level strange talk, hunt it and take the seal. ”

"Seals...... Isn't it a regional weirdo talking about a single output? ”

Three Riyue snorted hard.

"Who said stupid things? Killing high-level Monsters will also have seals, but the probability of encountering them is very low, and the probability of being able to kill them is even lower, so rumors spread that only regional Monsters can produce seals. You have a thing in your house, it's also a seal, and it's very weak, it's almost useless,"

"What is it?"

Hearing about the seal, Ruiji immediately opened her eyes and looked very interested in the topic.

"A pair of round-rimmed glasses. Found by your paternal mother in the corners of the ruins, and brought back with treatment, the only use is to wear it to see the spirits of the dead roaming the neighborhood and give them the ability to communicate with them. I can't sleep at night, and I can't find the right person to talk to. ”

After listening to the narration, Ruiji had a vague impression.

The shrine's warehouse is dedicated to storing items that you don't need on a daily basis, and there is a wooden box that stores a pair of glasses that match the description. The paternal mother had always had the habit of wearing glasses, and she wore them when she didn't die.

Strange witches have a special fetish, and it's not surprising that they have a habit of communicating with ghosts. The paternal mother has been labeled as a "freak" since the past, maverick, and is separated from the small group composed of other witches, and occasionally encounters some witches' bullying behavior, and is driven away by her excellent kendo skills.

The reason for being bullied was that "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and went to the cemetery near the school building to talk to the dead witch's ghost, which affected her rest."

Not only does she enjoy chatting with the spirits of the dead and discussing some things related to the study of magic, but she also sometimes sets up a tent and stove in the cemetery and enjoys camping alone.

"The ability to communicate with dead souls is a bit of a frustration, but it seems to be quite fun to communicate with dead people, so I want to try it."

Mikazuki's words are like spices to enhance the flavor of dishes, and Ruiji's interest in the main dish comes at once.

She made her way to the door of the warehouse and used her cleaning magic to sweep away the dust that had accumulated under the gate and eaves. Shizuru has been busy with a part-time job lately, and he doesn't have time to tidy up a warehouse that he doesn't usually use, and when he opens the door, a smell of dust that tickles the tip of his nose hits his face.

"Good Grey...... How long has it been since I cleaned? ”

Ricky did the same, using the magic she had just used to clear the warehouse. The warehouse was huge, and she had to use a few more cleaning spells to get rid of all the dust.

The sundries are sorted and placed neatly by the static flow, and the large and small items are separated, which is also very convenient to find. On the shelf was an old leather notebook, and every item stored in the warehouse was recorded, including location and quantity.

The area where the items are located is also numbered and layered, much like the standard configuration of a logistics warehouse.

Shizuru worked as a logistics specialist for a period of time, working at Sagawa Express, where he was responsible for sorting packages. She has always been methodical and quick-witted, better than some older witches, and earns enough for a whole year's tuition by taking this part-time job.

The storage shelves in the warehouse bear the Sagawa Express logo, and the logistics company replaces the shelves every once in a while, and the old ones are handed over to the employees for disposal. It's a pity to throw them away, and the warehouse can't find additional space to store them.

After going through the application procedures, the generous boss agreed to Shizuru to take the old shelves home for his own use, and beckoned a few witches with storage space props to help carry them.

Dozens of shelves fill the warehouse, and there are things on it.

According to the inventory index, Ryji found a box containing seals on an inconspicuous shelf in the corner. The Static Stream may not know what it is for, so it is stacked with other items.

"Is that it?"

Raj lifted the temples of her glasses, wiped the dust off the lenses with a damp paper towel, and put them on carefully.

It has no effect on eyesight like ordinary flat glasses, and is suitable for playing the bookish scum of Sven, and it is used to pretend to increase the handsomeness of the appearance.

I heard that the maternal mother was once fascinated by the paternal mother who wore glasses, and she couldn't extricate herself from her appearance.

Glasses are the body, and when you take them off, you become a person.

"That's right, it's it. It's useless to wear it during the day, it's just an ordinary pair of glasses, and when you wear it at night to hunt in places where there are strange stories, it's easier to find the traces left by strange stories with high magic content. ”

"Oh, yes, it's the secret of the paternal mother's strength!"

She decided that the glasses would be welded to her face in the future, and she would not take them off until she took a shower and slept on them.

The Chinese teacher said that every witch who wears glasses may be a hidden powerhouse. When they take off their glasses and pick up their staffs, nothing will stop them.

"It's more like a ...... when you wear glasses"

Three Riyue looked at the little witch who was a little shorter than herself, and muttered in a low voice.

Exactly the same as the previous master when he was young, hair color and eye color, height, appearance, are all carved out of a mold, even the wooden head has been inherited, not close to women, obsessed with learning and magic research, very sensitive to the smell of money, in order to make money at all costs.

The previous owner is desperately trying to make money for the dowry, and the current owner is desperately making money to support his family, and the routes all point to the dilapidated Sakuma Shrine.

As a contract monster, it is a duty not to forget to protect the current owner and urge her to grow.

She tapped Ritch on the head with the back of her hand.

"At twelve o'clock tonight, we will go to Miyawaka City, Fukuoka Prefecture, Kyushu. The evening is the most active time of the strange talk, from 11 o'clock to 6 o'clock the next day, a total of seven hours, and the strange talk witch calls this time 'the time of revelry'. It's both a witch's and a weird. The night of the red moon in July is approaching, and the magic of the strange talkers will be even more abundant, which is simply the best nourishment. ”

"Tonight? So urgent? ”

Ryji backs down and hits the shelf. The stuff on top was heavy and didn't fall off because of it.

Mirizuki took a knife to block the way and blocked her in a dead corner.

"No more urgency, what about the final exam of the next semester? When the magic power is sufficient, the witch does not need to learn the previous low-level magic at all, and follows the step-by-step rules of Narauszi. Your father's mother loves to skip a grade to learn magic, and she finished a year of learning in just one month of high school. ”

"Okay, I'll go!"

The daughter of a genius witch should inherit the good tradition.

(End of chapter)