Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

Cold sweat oozed down the cheeks of Zen Temple Zhibi.

Su Ze said quietly: "Your strength is absolutely top-notch among the first level, and you were once "second only to the first person".

"And it just so happens that the only special grade before, Kujuku Yuki, has always been "disobedient" - so you have always been the top spot in the world of sorcery."

Su Ze smiled with a dagger hidden in his heart, "But now, there are three more "special grade sorcerers"."

Zenin Naobi already understood what Su Ze wanted to say.

"Maybe Wu will not do anything out of the ordinary due to the face and constraints of the Five Principles; Jie is now free and easy without worrying about trivial matters..."

"But I'm different. I'll do what I think is right."

"I don't have any damn "responsibilities" or anything like that on my shoulders. To the three great families, I'm just a "grassroots magician" without a home or a family. I pose no threat, have no foundation, and am the easiest to manipulate...."

He spoke slowly, like an endless stream of floating flowers.

"But, at the same time, a 'grassroots' like me... has no weaknesses either."

In the Zen temple, there was a slight clicking sound between the teeth of the people.

Su Ze closed his eyes, and the oppressive feeling that was so thick that it was almost tangible just now disappeared. He spoke gently: "Mr. Chanyuan, as far as the Chanyuan family is concerned, it is indeed a family with huge roots and luxuriant branches and leaves..."

“But it’s not to the point where it’s a must.”

The cursed energy in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Su Ze smiled warmly: "But the so-called "transaction" is to make both parties benefit, so that the relationship can be solid and unbreakable-"

"That's just right, Mr. Zenyuan. You've also been suffering from the complicated factions within the Zenyuan and the difficulty in promoting your policies. I will naturally help you sort it out later."

Su Ze smiled broadly.

The stick and the carrot.

"...I will consider it carefully." Zenin Naohito said in a low voice.

At this point, I basically accept Su Ze's "proposal".

Su Ze slowly stood up and prepared to leave, but just before he stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned his head.

"By the way, Mr. Zenin, I'm sorry to bother you with Maki and Mayi's matters as well."

He spoke in a gentle tone.

Then he walked into the next room, where Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Megumi were waiting. Through the thin wooden wall, he could still hear Suze's voice.

"Mei, don't eat so many snacks. We still have to eat dinner soon--"

Then came Fushiguro Megumi's low and anxious explanation.

“…What? Satoru ate all your snacks.”

Zenin Naohito closed his eyes and used the power of the spell to wrap the room, while at the same time a layer of "tent" fell down.

He then let out his first heavy breath, his entire back soaked. He picked up the wine gourd and drank it all in one gulp. His chest heaved violently, and the wine flowed down his beard and onto his chest.

——This madman!

——Just now, he really wanted to tear down the entire "Zen Temple" in one breath!

He was breathing heavily.

Su Ze in the next room raised his eyes slightly and looked over here.

The Zen temple Naobi lowered a "tent" to block the perception of the spell power.

But unfortunately, what he practiced was "Qi".

Su Ze shook his head helplessly, and at the same time picked up Master Gojo who was hiding nearby and interrogated him about stealing snacks.

——Is it too scary? Don't let it backfire.

2010 October.

One month after Su Ze and Gojo Satoru visited the Zen temple.

At the regular meeting of the "General Directorate" and special-grade sorcerers, Su Ze proposed a motion.

“…Suze Special, you said…what?

“This is not funny!”

"Nonsense!"

The sounds behind the wooden door continued.

Su Ze sat on a wooden chair with his legs crossed, twisting his ears with his little finger disdainfully, and pouted: "As you get older, your ears become worse? It doesn't matter, I'm more considerate of the elderly, so I'll say it again--"

"Superior sorcerer Su Ze proposed Resolution No. 2010 at the ninth regular meeting in 17 - "All superior sorcerers under the command of the General Directorate should have the same decision-making power as the members of the Elders Council."

Su Ze glanced at the broken door panels around him.

"The three great families, plus the elders from a hundred years ago, a total of twelve...

“I want to add four more doors.”

He spoke every word.

There was silence.

"…This can't be called a 'proposal', a 'request' would be more appropriate." Su Ze chose his words carefully.

"...Tsk."

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2010 5 Month 21 Day.

For young couples, it may be a day with gimmicks.

When Su Ze gave Gaozi a big bouquet of gardenias, an envelope with the stamp of "General Manager's Office" was also thrown into his hands.

Su Ze hooked his fingers, and the crow messenger that was entangled by the qi thread was able to break free, flapping its wings and squawking as it flew away.

"Is that Miss Mingming's crow?" Glass looked up while holding the exquisite bouquet.

"Well, it seems that Miss Mingming has expanded her business again. It is estimated that it will be a considerable income again~" Su Ze tore open the wax on the envelope and shrugged.

——It’s time to go talk to Miss Mingming.

"Why did you buy flowers all of a sudden?" Nitsuko, who was wearing a beige thin long coat, a shirt with beautiful floral stripes embroidered on the chest, and brown boots, looked at him with interest.

In her opinion, Su Ze never cared much about these things, and neither did she.

"I guess I'll be busy for a while, so let me give you some compensation..." Su Ze said apologetically.

Glass raised her hand to help him straighten the collar of his shirt.

"Hmm~hmm~" she whispered softly.

I can't tell the tone.

"By the way, Miss Oda seems to be getting married. She should have invited you, right?"

Glass suddenly thought of something.

?Zhitian Ling, Su Ze’s tenant, is now…30 years old.

"Well, three months later? It probably won't be solved by then." Su Ze frowned slightly and said thoughtfully.

"It's a rare day that we have some free time, why don't we go for a walk?" suggested Glass.

"Of course no problem, special driver Su Ze - I will definitely protect Miss Glass." He responded with a smile.

Glass walked towards the parking space side by side with him with her hands in her pockets, her long hair swinging gently behind her.

"By the way...that letter, it's not a serious matter, right?" As Glass fastened her seat belt, she suddenly remembered something.

Su Ze turned the key and adjusted the rearview mirror at the same time, and replied: "Don't worry, it's a small problem. Miss Glass can think about what to do at night-"

He acts like a driver and housekeeper.

"Anything is fine?" Glass caught the loophole in his words. Her eyes were smiling and her tone was playful.

"Well, forget it if it's not good for the physical and mental health of teenagers..." Su Ze smiled awkwardly.

"Then let's go eat barbecue~" Glass closed her eyes, spread her hands, pouted her lips, and leaned back in the chair.

She then said coquettishly: "I can make trouble when I'm drunk——"

"Haha, I don't think you get drunk very easily."

"Cut~"

Su Ze was smiling widely, and a special atmosphere filled the car.

A corner of the letter in my pocket was slightly exposed.

Final decision of the Board of Governors

"First: Give special-grade sorcerer Suze and special-grade sorcerer Geto Suguru a seat each; special-grade sorcerer Gojo Satoru, as he is the head of the Gojo family, will not be given an additional seat;"

"Second: Kyoto High School and Tokyo High School will each be awarded one seat. So far, the Directors' Council has added four seats, a total of sixteen seats—"

"Third: adopt the proposal of the special grade sorcerer Su Ze to set up a "civilian sorcerer investigation department", "sorcerer fund management committee", and "support department" to search for potential non-sorcerers and alleviate the current shortage of sorcerers; at the same time, plan the flow of funds and make overall arrangements more efficient..."

"fourth……"

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#Su Ze & Glass's little joke about r18 after marriage#

"Glass, do some housework. At least clean your study."

"Don't do it."

"Oh, never mind... it's up to you if you want to do it or not."

"Do this!"

"??"

……(3000 words, 40 minutes)

Later, he managed to piece together what had happened from the messy clothes on the floor.