I, the god, recruit witches to make money

He glanced around the store and his eyes fell on Shiraishi who was eating pizza. He took a few steps forward and said, "Long time no see, Mr. Shiraishi."

Bai Shi tilted his head and blinked, "You are..."

"Gawain, you are really a forgetful person. I haven't forgotten that you broke my sword."

Gao Wen said, glancing at Durian Pizza and said, "Are you waiting for someone?"

Bai Shi understood who the hound Jing was talking about and shook his head, "No, I have a big appetite and one is not enough, so I ordered two more. What do you want?"

"The big competition is coming up. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I have been ordered to inspect the situation on the Isle of Man."

Gao Wen simply explained, "Excuse me, what is your purpose here?"

"Participating in the Isle of Man TT race, are there any big names coming to watch?"

"Have a nice day." Gao Wen smiled and did not answer his question. After eliminating this person's suspicion, he felt much more relaxed.

The Magic Parliament repeatedly warned that no accidents should happen to Prince William. Gawain could be perfunctory in his orders to those people, but he was willing to risk his life to carry out Arthur's orders.

Phil, the man behind Prince William, is a heavyweight.

When Gawain exited the pizza shop, Shiraishi frowned and shook his head. Let her handle Akira's affairs by herself.

He lowered his head and ate pizza and drank Coke.

……

The western seas of England.

A huge sailing ship was moving forward. The magic spells operating on the surface of the ship concealed the existence of the ship. Outsiders looking at the sailing ship could directly see the opposite side.

Sardari walked up the stairs, ignoring the drunken and singing pirates, and went directly to the captain's room on the third floor. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Captain."

"Come in, Sardari."

A calm voice came from inside the door.

He pushed open the door. The air was filled with the smell of blood and there were bloodstains on the ground.

Red Beard leaned back on the custom-made sofa and complained, "The quality of women these days is really low. We need to buy some good stuff from the black market."

If Redbeard is not satisfied with a woman, he will often kill her halfway through venting his anger, using killing to satisfy the other half of his emotions that could not be vented. "What do you want from me?"

The bell-like eyes glanced downward, and the sense of oppression increased suddenly.

Sardari lowered his head and said respectfully, "I always feel uneasy. It seems that someone set a trap. Thor is not trustworthy."

"Haha!" Redbeard laughed loudly, and even his blood-red beard shook along with it. "You have always been a cautious person, and I won't blame you for being cautious.

However, there is no such thing as 100% certainty in the world. Everything has risks. It depends on whether you are willing to take that risk. "

Red Beard was well aware of Phil's affairs. It was a bit too coincidental. There might be some force behind the scenes pushing it secretly.

However, he believed in his own ability and wanted to know Phil's whereabouts too much.

"Sardari, do you remember what our wish is?"

Redbeard asked.

How could Sardari not remember? He only needed to think about it a little to remember that garbage country.

The two young men ran barefoot through the narrow and dilapidated streets, staring blankly at the blue sea amid the sound of gunfire coming from nowhere.

"free."

He answered in a low voice.

At that time, they wanted freedom more than anyone else, to be able to leave Somalia and go anywhere in the world at will.

They firmly believed that the scenery they saw there must be more beautiful than that in Somalia.

"Yes, to achieve this goal, we need a better ship that can land on the moon and dive to the deepest part of the ocean."

Redbeard spread his hands, clenched them into fists, and growled, "For this goal, even traps are worth a try!"

The air was shaken, and the determination contained in the words made Sardari stop persuading him. He said, "How about sending someone up there to investigate first and see what's going on on the island to avoid an ambush?"

He was unable to convince Red Beard to change his sailing plans, so he could only try his best to plan the attack.

Redbeard laughed and said, "Haha, no problem, I'll leave it to you. Let's go to the land of dreams together."

"Yeah." Sardari lowered his head and walked out of the captain's room.

Redbeard picked up the wine and started drinking it again, his copper-bell-like eyes full of anticipation.

……

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the road surrounding the island was closed and turned into a race track.

The contestants need to run around the track at an average speed of no less than 150 kilometers per hour.

Unlike other professional racing tracks, the track here is not only 60 kilometers long, but also passes through towns, villages, woods and uninhabited suburbs, from plains to mountains.

The track is undulating, of varying widths and road quality, with more than 200 bends of varying sizes.

There are no buffer zones, and some sections of the road don't even have ordinary guardrails.

If you fail, you are lucky to survive like Martin and stay in the hospital for two years.

Some people will never get up in their entire life.

Shiraishi pulled down the windshield and looked out from the exit, the engine making a pleasant roar.

Although it was not the main competition, there were still some people gathered on both sides just to watch the game.

The sunset fell on the streets, and the breeze from the sea brushed through the branches. In the creation of the painter named nature, the whole Douglas became a beautiful oil painting.

The staff member waved his hand, Bai Shi shifted gears, and the speed gradually soared. The gear changed, and the pointer reached 187 per hour.

He never soared over 200.

This is different from the usual playfulness, this is a competition.

Shiraishi doesn't want to fail in the qualifying round.

Woohoo~

The sound of the wind rang in his ears, and he controlled the fire blade. The wide road soon came to an end and arrived at the first bend.

Shiraishi's body naturally pressed down.

"Oh!!" The crowd watching nearby cheered.

This type of bending may seem very risky to outsiders, but it seems ordinary to veterans.

However, many veterans fail when turning.

The saying "A good swimmer may drown" is exactly about this principle.

Shiraishi drove through the first bend beautifully and continued forward, but his speed was not very fast.

The veteran was driving at a speed of over 200 miles per hour and overtook his car.

The sound of the car's engine was still echoing in the wind, and the person seemed to disappear into the sunset and out of Bai Shi's sight.

He was not in a hurry. The race was based on timing. The person who finished in the shortest time would be the champion. It didn't matter whether he started first or last.

The key is whether you can speed up on the day of the race.

Now, he just needs to pass the review and become familiar with the highway conditions.

Especially those roads with ups and downs.

At this speed, it can often fly up, and the Fire Blade feels like it wants to escape from his hands, just like a person trying to hold a live fish.

Bai Shi relied on his own strength and excellent skills to land in a very thrilling way.

We continued to move forward without any danger and completed the circle.

He saw the crematorium not far from the end.

Every year in the competition, there is always one person who enters and enjoys the treatment of cremation.

Shiraishi took a quick look and asked the staff if he could leave. If not, he chose to return to Nohara Shrine.

……

It is night in Japan now, and there is not a single star to be seen in the sky.

The wind was strong, and the leaves were rustling. Bai Shi parked the car in the yard. The lights in the living room were not turned off, and the sliding doors were open.

Bai Shi took off his shoes outside the corridor and walked into the living room. There was a plate of cucumbers on the low table and a note underneath.

He picked it up and saw that the handwriting on the note was very beautiful. It was written by Jun Komori. "Salad cucumber. If Shiraishi-kun is hungry, you can try it."

At the end of the handwriting, there is a big smiley face with its tongue sticking out. Looking at the sloppy handwriting, it was definitely drawn by Guilongyuan Meisai.

"Hehe." Shiraishi seemed to be able to see the scene where Komori Jun was writing and Kiryuin Misae was already there urging her to draw.

He sat down and picked up a slice of cucumber. It was sweet, but a little too old and had lost its original crispness.

Bai Shi did not dislike it and tasted it carefully. When he came back from outside, there was always something to eat waiting for him. The lights were still on and it felt like home.

"By the way, I'll leave a message too."

He produced a pen and wrote on it, "I have eaten it. It is delicious. Thank you."

ps: change the update time

Chapter 197 The Power of Shattering Fate

after a few days.

The bright red sunset hung in the sky. The big girl with wheat-colored skin ran down the corridor, opened the tightly closed bedroom door, and shouted, "Shiraishi-kun, you're going to be late, hurry up!"

As she spoke, she showed no intention of stopping. She walked to the bed, squatted down and tried to lift the quilt.

Bai Shi held her hand to prevent her from lifting it, and asked sleepily, "Well, what time is it?"

"Six o'clock in the afternoon!"

Guilongyuan Meiya replied, urging: "Hurry up~"

"Why rush? It's still nine in the morning in the UK and the game starts at ten."

Shiraishi snapped his fingers with his other hand, stood up slowly, and changed into a white motorcycle suit. There was no eye booger in the corner of his eyes, and his face and mouth became clean. "Let's have breakfast first."

"It's dinner time."

Guilongyuan Meisai corrected him, unable to hide her excitement, and turned around with a smile, saying, "Shiraishi-kun, can you see what's different about me?"

"A t-shirt and jeans suit you very well."

Shiraishi spoke.

The girl in front of me was not wearing a shrine maiden costume because she was out for a trip. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a teddy bear printed on it.

Under the distortion of the mysterious power, the teddy bear changed from being kind and cute to being somewhat ferocious, as if it wanted to bite people.

Below her are a pair of tight azure blue jeans, which clearly outline the curves of her long legs. Her thighs look neither fat nor thin, with just the right amount of fleshiness.

Her black hair was tied into a single ponytail, with some hair left on both sides, like drooping willows, which would sway on both sides of her cheeks when the wind blew.

"Hmm~" She puffed up her cheeks angrily, her beautiful almond eyes widened, indicating that she would give you one more chance to reorganize your words.

Bai Shi smiled, raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said: "Okay, the "Come on, win" tied on your forehead is very impressive."

"Hey, I even specially prepared a flag!"

The puffy cheeks on Kiryuin Misae disappeared, revealing a very happy expression.

"Then I must get a good ranking."

Shiraishi did not say that it does not matter whether the flag is waved or not.

That is Guilongyuan's gift. If she likes it, she can wave it as much as she wants.

"Shiraishi-kun still understands me."

Guilongyuan Meiya stepped into the living room, glanced at a certain fair-skinned young lady, and complained, "Unlike her, she said something discouraging when she said time trial and didn't wave the flag in the crowd."

"Idiot." Rin Kaminagi was afraid that Kiryuin Miya would wave the flag in the crowd and be laughed at as an idiot.

Although she often called this person a fool, she didn't want others to call her that.

"Those who call others stupid are stupid~"