Now that the enemy has retreated, it's time to take over the operation of the shelter again.

Zhang Su turned around and left with Yuanzhi.

Yuanori's body is light and graceful, extremely delicate, as if it will fall in the wind, her fingers are soft, she wears soft white over-the-knee socks, and leather shoes wrap her slender feet. Because he is accustomed to listening to his surroundings, his ears are always moving around, searching for the source of the sound.

"Will I be like that in the future? Sister Katie and I seem to be the same type of witch. Enori touched the ears of her white, soft kittens, who stood stubbornly at the ends of their heads.

"It's still early." Zhang Su comforted, "Although you and Katie are both witches of the 'Beast' path, you are still only a child, and Katie is already a mature body. ”

Witches are a special kind of race, born with different ways of magic, and the magic of "beasts" can give them the form and power of beasts.

Juvenile - Grown-Mature - Complete - Broken. The witches have their own strengths, continue to grow, and once they reach the breaking period, they will be like flowers blooming and completely transformed.

Yuan Ori got tired after walking for a while, and she wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and her speed slowed down.

"I'm sorry...... I'm not in good health. Yuanori said weakly.

"It's okay, let's rest." Zhang Su took her to sit on a stone bench on the path.

"Hey...... Get it on. Enori struggled to move her little body onto the stone bench.

[Memory "Rimori": A juvenile witch of the "Beast" path.] Kind and friendly, always helping everyone. Died of extreme weakness 9 months later]

In her previous life, she died early, and she almost forgot what she looked like, and now she needs to take a few more looks.

"Huhu ......" she looked at the new director curiously, and had the courage to look at Zhang Su.

Tall and burly, with a big stick, he looks scary, but he speaks very kindly, and he is here to protect everyone.

"If I also become a mature body witch, will my body be better?" Yuan Ori asked.

"It's definitely going to be healthier than it is now." Zhang Su can't guarantee the ticket.

According to the experience of the previous life, Yuanori has entered the countdown to life, and will die of the epidemic in this winter, and I don't know if I can save her life in this life.

The Ansein Witch Shelter is located in the mountains, isolated from the rest of the world, and a path leads to all parts of the shelter, surrounded by trees and a cave inside.

With one hand on her chest through her school uniform, she closed her eyes until her breathing was balanced.

"Much better......" Yuan Ori felt more at ease next to Zhang Su.

"My first day on the job, how do you feel about this place?" Zhang Su asked.

"It's good, living with everyone. I can't go to the outside world, but as long as I have everyone, it's fine. Yuanori said softly.

"The previous director seemed to be very bad, but it doesn't matter, I will manage it in the future, so I won't make everyone suffer." Zhang Su said seriously.

Thinking of the previous director, Yuan Ori cringed a little.

"The previous director was very bad. He's not coming back, is he? She asked worriedly, expecting Zhang Su's answer in her heart.

"He's not coming back. Even if I come back, I'm going to drive him away. Zhang Su said resolutely.

"Hmm!" Yuan Ori smiled slightly, more assured.

We've got a new director!

"Let's go to the school building first, after the previous director left, have you not studied for half a year?" Zhang Su asked.

"That's right! It's been many years, actually...... Will you give us a lesson? Yuan Zhi nodded, and at the same time looked at Zhang Su curiously.

"You go back first, and I'll take you to class." Zhang Su nodded.

"Good!" Yuanzhi's eyes lit up, she got up, bowed to Zhang Su in a proper manner, and then turned around and walked in the direction of the school building.

Zhang Su walked along the path up the hill until he returned to the central square of the Anxin Courtyard Witch Shelter.

Take a deep breath and the air is cold, and the cold air of early spring March fills your lungs. As far as I could see, the layout was exactly the same as I had in my impression.

The Anxinin Witch Shelter was originally a monastery, but it was later requisitioned by the "Human Defense Project" and transformed into a specialized witch shelter.

In the middle is a large playground for wind release and physical training. To the north is the office building and staff quarters, and to the east is the prison house, where the witch is serving her sentence, where Chiyo Fujikawa is currently imprisoned; To the west is the school building, canteen, and reading room; To the south is the newly built labor workshop. There is also an old shrine around the corner.

Due to insufficient allocations, many places are still vacant.

High emotional intelligence means broad prospects, and to put it mildly, it is the four walls of the family.

After being reborn, it is back to the original starting point, but it can also avoid detours. Zhang Su meditated.

After beating the Fujikawa group, they will come back tomorrow. But this time it's convenient, because he already has experience in dealing with them in his previous life, and he can completely ambush them on the way they come.

The Fujikawa group is just a small trouble, Zhang Su will not let them disrupt his plan, it is better to take over all aspects of the work of the shelter first.

When he came to the labor workshop, Zhang Su first came to see the witch who stepped on the sewing machine.

The workshop can accommodate 50 witches working at the same time, and only 1 witch is currently working.

I saw her sitting at the workstation, wearing a prison uniform, with a forbidden magic lock ring around her neck, with a sincere and honest expression on her face, her hand kept pushing the fabric towards the machine, and then quickly stepped on the pedal, so that the machine quickly sewed the thread on the fabric, every stitch and thread was accurate, and it clicked.

On the table were piles of fine stitches, gray fabric, and balls of wool, and on the other side of the basket were blankets.

The metal wheel on the side of the sewing machine is grinding and scorching!

Pushing and pulling, her hands kept shifting the fabric on the tabletop, her eyes chasing the rhythm of the mechanical needles falling, and the leather conveyor belt on the side rotated rapidly, very efficiently.

[Memory "Ruizi": The witch in the prison, the witch of the "gambler" pathway to the growth period.] The type of humor that contributes to production. During the period of imprisonment, abide by the study system, complete homework on time, and have an average test score of more than 90 points, and be released early]

Ruizi's "gambler" path magic is very special, this magic can manipulate the results of betting, so that luck is biased against him, so he contracted a bad habit, and then played more and more excessively, and was taken down by the Dongming State Security Bureau, and can only be seen in prison.

She served her sentence in the Anxin Yuan Detention Center, stayed away from the gambling vice, worked hard, and was sentenced to three years, but this year is the second year, and after the sentence is commuted, she will be able to go out soon.

There are still some thick stamen in the prison photos, and they have lost weight after stepping on the sewing machine for two years. Zhang Su felt that his shelter was still very meaningful.

Zhang Su reached out and picked up a large blanket from the basket.

Although there was no director in the middle of the half, there was a garrison officer Katy in charge of supervision, and Ruizi was still diligent and honest, and made a lot of things.

This blanket is dark gray in color, very strong, soft in texture, and has an extra layer of white yarn sewn on the edges, which is particularly beautiful, and there are no flaws or damage on the blanket, which is carefully sewn.

"It's so well woven." Zhang Su couldn't help but sigh.

"Hehe," Ruizi turned her head to see Zhang Su, and then keenly saw the nameplate on his chest, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Oh? The new director is here? ”

"Yes, I'm Zhang Su, and the city hall appointed me to be the director of the Anxin Witch Shelter. The previous director didn't get paid after he left, right? Zhang Su said.

"Turtle, there really isn't." Ruizi's eyes lit up, "Give me a little bit." ”

"So far, I've accumulated 1,000 working hours, and I'll be paid a total of 20,000 yen." Zhang Su took out his wallet.

There is also a reward for stepping on the sewing machine, but the hourly wage is very low, only 20 yen, which is not enough to buy a bottle of water for the price of Dongming country, and it is barely used to encourage labor enthusiasm and improve work attitude.

In addition to the witch's own use, this money can also be saved little by little as a start-up capital from scratch, or sent out of prison for the use of relatives.

"Now it's time to harvest rice." Ruizi is happy.

"So, please advise." Zhang Su said, he handed the money to Ruizi with both hands, and his attitude was sincere.

Ruizi received the money and her eyes lit up.

She has been squatting here for 2 years, and the previous director felt sorry for herself, worried about the outbreak of the curse, cruel and selfish, and bent on profit, so she resigned early and left.

The new director is much more cheerful, and Ruizi feels that the prospects of the shelter have become broader, as if she really wants to build this place.

"Thanks!" Ruizi put the money in her pocket, nodded to Zhang Su, and then stepped on the sewing machine quickly.

I worked from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. and from 1 p.m. to 6 p.m. in the afternoon, for a total of 8 hours. Zhang Su glanced at the schedule on the wall.

The routine in the shelter is still very regular, which helps to develop a sound character.

Zhang Su nodded, he put away the blanket, turned his back and left.

[Today's Witch Labor Output: +1 Containment Fragment]

The witches are able to gather resources for all kinds of labor, education, and production work. Zhang Su felt familiar in his heart. The journal is no different from the previous life, and now it has the function of memory.

He came to the school building, which was a small room, with only one classroom, and upstairs was the dormitory where the children lived.

The witches in containment fall into two categories.

The first category of witches is against the law or may pose a threat to humanity.

The second type of witch is the descendant of the aforementioned witch.

Public opinion believes that the daughters born to criminals also inherit the seeds of evil and are at risk of being eroded, and when they grow up, they will also become high-risk witches and poison the world.

Therefore, the offspring of the evil witch are not allowed to be humans, and they are generally sent to the Anxin Temple to fend for themselves.

Anxin House also runs a school building to manage these little witches. After Zhang Su took office, he consciously assumed the responsibility of teaching and cultivating them.

When Zhang Su walked into the school building, the color of the walls had faded, the years had left mottled marks, and the wallpaper had peeled off, leaving behind a hideous concrete wall. The air was damp and dusty, as if the classroom was also a prison for incarceration.

We must revitalize here, Zhang Su thought silently.

Yuan Zhi was already here, she stood up from behind the old desk, and greeted Zhang Su in a proper manner.

"What a ......! They would not come down. Yuan said softly.

"Sit down, I'll let the others come to class." Zhang Su walked out of the school building.

There is a bronze bell hanging in the open space next to it, and because Ansin-in Temple was a temple in ancient times, there is also this kind of morning bell.

He struck the bell with the iron rod in his hand, "Guanshi Futu", and the bell buzzed, touching people's hearts.

Soon there was a noise from upstairs.

The little witches in school uniforms went downstairs one after another, talking and laughing along the way, and the sound of crisp conversations came from far and near.

It's class!