A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"Good boy."

As soon as he opened his hand, the little devil flew backwards like metal attracted by a magnet, heading back towards the location of Kenmei Isayama.

Its high price means it goes unsold on ordinary days, as each batch costs $200, which is simply too expensive.

Don't say that.

But when Kenmei Isayama and Shinobu Fushiguro turned their gazes to the person who had just spoken, their expressions both became very strange when they saw who it was.

"Ok?"

But in Fuheshen's view, the boss's behavior was simply like arguing with that brat, taking it to the extreme.

"Hehe, you're so optimistic."

That smile was so chilling it was practically indistinguishable from that of a murderer.

These words silenced Fuheishengan, and his previous nonchalant and carefree demeanor vanished completely.

If we were to name a Japanese man's favorite activity, horse racing would undoubtedly be among them.

The unlucky old man, Fu Heishen, has never made any money here honestly; instead, he has lost a lot of the money he has earned over the years.

I've run into a brick wall today.

Fukushige has already proactively revealed to Kenmei Isayama who his employer is.

Fuheshner spread his hands, making a very...

He looked sentimental.

"My name is Kinji Shiro, and I am a first-year student at the nearby Nozomi Amagami Elementary School."

Then Fukushige suggested that Kenmei Isayama could go with him to a good place.

"It's tense and exciting there, and you get paid for it."

The assassin and the bodyguard are in cahoots, isn't that amazing?

But this little rascal is holding a card in his hand. If he gets it dirty and scratched, he might get a spanking from his parents later.

They were just unlucky.

Even the best horse races have a higher probability of winning than a lottery with 49 numbers, but it's still amazing that Fuheshel never makes any money.

For the time being, the outside world should not be informed of any contact between Kenmei Isayama and Shigeji Fushiguro.

Yes, that's right. The place that Fushiguro Jinji brought to Isayama Kenmei was a certain international racetrack in Tokyo.

Isayama Kenmei sensed that Fukuro Jinji was rambling a bit incoherently. He already had a rough idea of ​​how much money this guy could earn here.

"I make money by luck, and there's nothing I can do when I'm unlucky."

I'm sorry, it just came to me willingly.

Fuheshchen clutched the banknotes in his hand tightly and said fiercely.

"what"

At the time, Kenmei Isayama advised Fushiguro Shigeki that he was too soft-hearted and not ruthless enough. Unexpectedly, he was the one who received advice from this veteran assassin with thirty years of experience.

"I'm making money from money."

"court death?"

Life consists of nothing but killing and women.

Kenmei Isayama stroked his chin and said in a tone that implied, "You've hit the jackpot, kid."

If Jianshan Xianming doesn't pluck the wool off Panxing Sect, he won't even trust Jianshan.

Kinji's pupils trembled; for the first time, he realized how terrifying gambling was, but it seemed too late.

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

"I want to go home."

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Chapter 173 Going Home

"Number nine is currently in first place. It started with a slight advantage, but now it's far ahead!"

Inside the racetrack, loud noises are prohibited to avoid startling the horses. However, the live streamers on the screen were much less hesitant and provided enthusiastic commentary.

"We're way ahead! Family members."

Kenmei Isayama was holding a phone, playing a live stream video. The streamer's face was flushed, clearly indicating that he was very excited.

"It was already far ahead of its competitors on the first lap, and wow, it continued to be far ahead on the second lap."

It's not just the streamers; the chat in the live stream is flooded with "far ahead," it's practically overflowing with the phrase.

"Number nine, he crossed the finish line far ahead of everyone else."

Kenmei Isayama seemed to have expected this result, showing no surprise whatsoever.

The broccoli kid who was forced to gamble with Kenmei Isayama was also in disbelief, looking at horse number nine who had already reached the finish line in the race.

The image of Horse No. 9 appeared on the extra-large LCD screen.

"How can it be."

Kinji stood on the railing, almost half his body hanging off the railing, unable to believe what he was seeing. How could this be?

"How could it be number nine, who's so far ahead?"

Broccoli's worldview collapsed, and for the first time, he began to doubt his own judgment.

Initially, Kinji Hei's top picks were numbers four, five, and six, and he also ranked the winners in that order. Number four was expected to be the champion because of its purebred lineage. Both of its fathers and grandfathers were international champions.

The student surpasses the master; horse number four has already won first place several times in other countries. Yet, this horse was eliminated by a crippled horse that was leading precariously, a truly heartbreaking situation.

"What kind of spell did you use?"

"Or magic?"

Shinji's eyes widened, but he didn't notice anything. Instead, he felt a bit mentally exhausted from staring at the center of the table. To be honest, he had never been this focused when he was at the poker table.

Because he was being forced by two strange men, he felt especially insecure. Therefore, even though he was forced into this gamble, Kinji had to ensure its fairness.

At least when he loses, Kinji can keep a calm mindset.

Even with his eyes glued to the screen, Kinji couldn't spot anything wrong with the racetrack.

It was a perfectly normal competition, and it seemed like nothing was done. Number Nine was in the lead from the start to the end of the match.

Despite being crippled, he acted like a god descended from heaven, indiscriminately killing people.

"As you can see, we are just two ordinary middle-aged men."

Faced with the brat's questioning, Kenmei Isayama spread his hands, making a very innocent gesture.

"I just have a bit of an interest in horse racing."

"fraud."

Kinji naturally didn't believe his nonsense. There was a 99.9% chance that the current situation was caused by this creepy-looking old man.

Someone, a good Samaritan, bumped into another person, causing the passerby to drop their wallet. But the person who was bumped into still apologized and then grabbed the bespectacled kid next to them and ran away in a panic.

Speaking of that uncle in the blue suit with slicked-back hair and a small mustache, he was really pitiful. The 2000 yen in his wallet looked like his secret stash of money that he had been secretly saving up, and it was all stolen. It was really tragic.

"Number Nine won, as agreed."

Kenmei Isayama said slowly and deliberately.

"Just admit defeat, kid."

"Sigh, whatever you want."

Kinji clicked his tongue in annoyance and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Uncle, you can kill me or torture me as you please."

His opponent was far stronger than him, and this guy didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back.

"It's nothing that's difficult for you."

Kenmei Isayama shook his head.

"The elementary school you're attending now should be for ordinary people."

"This is not suitable for someone with the aptitude to become a sorcerer."

"So my 'expectation' for you is that you transfer to another school when you graduate from junior high, and I will choose that school."

Kenmei Isayama plans to take this little gambler to Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Jujutsu for further training.

"After you graduate from there, come back and work for me again."

"Don't worry, there are countless people who would kill to get a job here."

"that's it?"

Kinji's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's it."

Kenmei Isayama patted the kid's head, which made Kinji feel very uncomfortable.

"We've only just met, do you think I'd suddenly feel like doing something bad to you?"

"Don't overestimate yourself, kid."

"And the 'contract' has already taken effect."

"Contract Master" Kenmei Isayama's new trick, [Tongue of Calamity], is something no one would want to try again.

"Remember, you must never go against or deviate from the route I have planned for you."

Suddenly, Kenmei Isayama saw Fukuro Shige returning with a briefcase in his sight; inside was the prize money he had won from betting on number nine.

"Otherwise, the consequences will be severe."

Shinji swallowed hard. The poor kid looked completely stunned by Kenmei Isayama, his body trembling like a sieve.