After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

"What else? Are you going to educate me?"

The Minister of Education nodded slowly, and he drew out his words, "Of course, of course, I know what you will say."

"Cursed spirits have no reason, they don't understand human language, they can't speak, and they are very dangerous..."

He chuckled and said, "Before the Black Triangle Trade, African blacks were like this too."

"But then what happened? They learned to grow sugarcane and sugar beets, to clean and drive a horse-drawn carriage. Now they even learn to fight for human rights and freedom and equality. They know everything that humans can do."

"The triangular trade began in the 16th century (probably during the Ming Dynasty), but your magic world discovered cursed spirits during the Heian-kyō period (corresponding to the late Tang Dynasty). Why haven't you taught them anything yet?"

"Even if it's just saying hello in Japanese."

Whether it was the elders sitting at the conference table or the other sorcerers sitting in their seats, their minds were in chaos at this moment.

The elders of the Gojo family were dumbfounded by these words, "But, but... they are cursed spirits?"

The Minister of Education said disdainfully, "What's wrong with the cursed spirit? Are you discriminating against rare species?"

"My goodness, Germany was able to return to human society after the war by joining the European Union. Could it be that the lethality of cursed spirits is more powerful than that of a failed art student in Vienna?"

The vast majority of sorcerers, especially those from the three great families, fell into chaos.

Their worldviews that they had held for many years seemed to be repeatedly beaten. Three fuel-consuming blows and a set of military boxing made everyone dizzy.

On either side of the table, a sorcerer who had just joined the sorcery world said blankly, "But, but... we are protecting the people."

The Minister of Defense turned his head and glanced at him lightly, sneering at this.

"Come on, the people don't need protection they are completely unaware of."

"Our airspace is protected by the Americans, our land is protected by the British, and our citizens... emmm..."

"They have the FBI, CIA, MI6, KGB, DGSE, and even the public security and police to protect them."

"They are so safe, or so they think."

A series of combined punches left all the sorcerers present at a loss.

The elders of the three great families and the General Council originally thought that the government intended to directly recruit them, lift the Tianyuan barrier, and then disclose the existence of sorcerers and cursed spirits, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Zenin Naohito, who had remained silent from the beginning until now, tapped the table lightly and asked slowly,

"I heard before that the cabinet was very dissatisfied with the fact that the number and quality of cursed spirits in the island nation were far higher than those abroad, but now it seems that this is not the case."

The ministers opposite looked at each other with standard satisfied smiles on their faces.

The Home Secretary smiled and said, "We simply believe that the training period for sorcerers should be extended, and in accordance with education regulations, they should not engage in any work that violates international labor laws during their training."

"Not only that, the working hours and workload of sorcerers should also be changed."

"Spellcasters are also citizens and should, according to labor laws, work a maximum of eight hours a day and no more than forty hours a week."

"Of course, of course, the magic world should be aligned with the government and accept a certain degree of regulation and management."

When he said this, the Home Minister used his eyes to signal the silent sorcerers opposite him to express their opinions.

The five elders took a deep breath and forced a smile, which made the wrinkles on his face look like a large plate of lasagna.

“What will the government do if we express our dissatisfaction with this?”

"Send out the hounds of the Special Ability Division and the military police? Or go find the Golden King? Or seek help from the Yin-Yang Master?"

The Home Secretary shook his head slowly. "What kind of witticism are you talking about?"

"There are no people with special abilities in this world. The Golden King is just a consolation title given to the poor officers who survived the war. As for Onmyoji, doesn't that only exist in TV dramas?"

"Under the Official Secrets Act, all confidential information is deemed to be non-existent."

"Our country is so peaceful that no supernatural forces exist."

"If you really express strong dissatisfaction, then I can only convey it to the Secretary of Defense, who will then tell the Prime Minister, who will then call the White House."

"They say you are in cahoots with the Communists."

The Interior Minister smiled gently. "As for the remaining issues, the Americans will handle them. I trust them."

"As for what they will do, it has nothing to do with us. We have done our duty."

He turned to look at the Minister of Defense next to him with a surprised expression, "Oh my God, Yamaguchi, you are here."

"Did you hear what I just said? The elder of the Gojo family just said..."

Elder Gojo's smile seemed to be etched on his face. "I have nothing. Our Gojo family has always supported the government's work."

"However, I'm afraid that the Official Secrets Act you mentioned cannot keep secrets. I believe many people are aware that different power systems exist side by side."

The Home Secretary joined him in smiling. "Of course. We all know that the Official Secrets Act doesn't protect secrets; it protects officials."

"Shall we continue, then?"

……

Sitting in the seat next to him, Geto Suguru's face was blank. The shock he would feel from the division of the spoils was no less than what Yuki Kyuuji had said back then.

His phone kept vibrating, and it took him a long time to react. He looked down at the screen and saw Gojo Satoru's messages coming one after another.

[Gojo Satoru]: Oh my god, Jay, did you see that? The old guys’ faces are turning blue with anger.

[Gojo Satoru]: I've never seen them so angry before. The people in the government are really capable.

[Gojo Satoru]: Although what these bastards said was extremely rude, they did improve the treatment of sorcerers.

[Gojo Satoru]: Jay, do you have any ideas?

[Gojo Satoru]: They not only plan to destroy the Tengen barrier, but also plan to turn the Jujutsu world into a shadow department of the government. In the future, we will probably be on the same level as the Special Ability Service Department.

[Gojo Satoru]: The treatment of the sorcerers has been improved, and the status of the old masters has only been slightly reduced. Everyone is very satisfied, and it seems that everything is fine.

[Gojo Satoru]: What they said makes some sense. Being a sorcerer is just a job, not my entire life.

[Gojo Satoru]: Jie, what do you think?

Geto Suguru's brain was buzzing.

He typed a few words on his phone, deleted them, typed them again, and deleted them again.

Since joining the world of sorcery at the age of fourteen until now, Geto Suguru, who is about to turn twenty-one, sits in his seat at a loss, not knowing where to go.

After a long time, he typed a few words on his phone.

[Suguru Takeshi]: What you said makes sense, but I cannot fully agree with the government's approach.

[Geto Suguru]: I plan to leave the technical college for a while.

Gojo Satoru's message popped up immediately.

Gojo Satoru: Where are you going? Defecting? Take me with you.

The corners of Geto Xia's lips curled up slightly. He typed a few words and put his phone in his pocket.

[Geto Suguru]: Apply to the University of Tokyo, and then go into politics.

Since the path in the world of sorcery is blocked and he doesn't want to take the path given by the government, he might as well create another path of his own.

In fact, there was no road on the ground. When more people walked on it, it became a road*.

He always finds the answer.