I, the god, recruit witches to make money

He sighed while washing away his tiredness with hot water. He originally planned to take a soak, but he could always hear Jianju's urging voice outside, shouting to hurry up.

He was no longer in the mood, so he simply put on the clean bathrobe provided by the hotel and strode out.

The suite has heating, so there is no need to worry about whether it will be cold if you go out dressed like this.

Jian Ju sat on the sofa and waved, "You are so slow."

"I'm just taking a shower, not rushing to visit the grave."

Bai Shi complained, sitting opposite him, holding up the wine glass in his hand, "What kind of wine is this?"

"whisky."

Jian Ju smiled and replied, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Haha, our arrival will definitely make those people with guilty consciences sleep poorly."

"I hope Takagi and the others can make some progress. Cheers."

Ding, the two high-heeled glasses collided with each other, making a pleasant sound. The light yellow wine swayed in the glasses, showing a luxurious golden color under the light.

……

The setting sun fell into the horizon and a half-moon hung in the sky.

The night wind blew from the sparkling Seine River. The man was wearing thick clothes, a hat, and a black mask that covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of deep green eyes exposed.

Like a lake teeming with life.

Anyone who gazes into these eyes will sense the tranquility and beauty of life.

The man walked slowly, in front of him were the magnificent twin towers, majestic yet tranquil, one of the most famous landmarks in Paris.

Notre Dame de Paris.

This is a church with a long history and romance, located on the banks of the Seine. Its magnificent architecture and unique style make travelers linger.

Every wall and every detail displays profound humanistic and artistic heritage.

The facade of the church is divided into three layers. The bottom layer is a tall group of statues, above which are embossed upright windows and rope window panes, and at the top is a structure of crown angles, mortise and tenon teeth, and spires.

The interior walls are made up of large stained glass windows, which appear colorful and extremely beautiful under the sun during the day.

At night, it would appear dim and somewhat eerie in its silence.

Any religious place will take on a gloomy atmosphere at night when no one is around.

Perhaps this is why Notre Dame de Paris usually refuses entry to tourists at night.

The man walked into the main hall of the church, thinking about those trivial things.

The fluctuations of magic power filled the air, and the holy white light filled every corner of the temple.

The strange thing is that there is nothing unusual to see outside.

Nine magicians from the seventh realm gathered in front of a huge cross, and white light was emanating from the cross.

Joan of Arc, with her waist-length braids, knelt in front of the cross, quietly reciting a prayer that no one could understand.

The God of Creation...Hojo Shuugo walked to a row of seats and sat down casually.

In the past, that would have been something that was absolutely unimaginable.

Joan of Arc, however, was able to come up with a complete set of methods for creating a god, which seemed to verify the fact that she jumped from a parallel universe.

Hojo Shuugo stayed there and watched for a while.

After Joan of Arc finished her prayer, the power of her own faith merged into the white light that enveloped the cross.

She stood up, a little sweat came out of her forehead, she wiped it with her hand and stopped reading.

Rubbing those beliefs together suddenly can create God, but who has the ability to combine such a huge force of belief?

At least, Joan of Arc couldn't do it.

The only option she had was to take it step by step.

"How come you have time to come here?" Jeanne walked in front of Hojo Shuugo. Her expression was not friendly like that of allies, but rather impatient.

Hojo Shugo spread his hands and said, "I received news that Jianju and Shiraishi came to Paris together. They are ostensibly looking for Saito Chi, but they actually want to explore the relationship between us."

“Why did the news leak?”

"I dealt with the spies that the Magic Council had planted in Paris, but they were still suspicious and sent people to investigate."

Jeanne was not surprised. The Magic Council and the Paladins were not harmonious, so it was normal for them to have infiltration. "Do you want to kill them?"

Hojo Shuugo shook his head and said, "Don't ever think that way."

Jeanne was puzzled and said, "I know Jianju is a leader of the younger generation of Beichen Xindaoliu."

"She's not important."

Hojo Shuugo shook his head to interrupt her and said in a very serious tone: "The truly terrifying person is Shiraishi!

If he really wants to be our enemy, we won't have a chance to resist.

He should be the only human who can compete with Taichu."

"Compete with Taichu?!"

Jeanne was startled at first, then shook her head and said, “No one can compete with Taichu. You would only say such a thing because you have never seen Taichu’s power.

That kind of power is something that humans can never match. Even the legendary ninth realm is nothing compared to Taichu."

Hojo Shugo was too lazy to argue with her about something that no one could convince anyone about, and said seriously: "Since Shiraishi did not take action, it means that this action is likely to be accompanied by Jianju.

But he is not a patient person. We need to find Saito Chi before his patience runs out, resolve the apparent excuse, and dispel their suspicion of our alliance."

Jeanne didn't believe that Bai Shi was that difficult to deal with, but she didn't want to cause any trouble when she was creating God. "What are you going to do?"

"Let's act out a scene together, and then I'll let you kill me."

Hojo Shugo told us the plan he had thought of.

Jeanne frowned and asked, "Can faking my death fool them?"

"Of course not."

Jeanne finally showed a hint of surprise on her face, "You want to commit suicide?"

"No, I will not die."

Hojo Shugo's answer made Jeanne feel like she was being teased. A hint of anger appeared on her face, and she growled, "You can't be fooled by faking your death. You won't die. Are you kidding me?"

"As long as our will remains in this world, we will never die."

Hojo Shuugo answered softly, and familiar figures and names appeared before his eyes.

Carrying the lives of the deceased and moving forward is the fate of revolutionaries.

Like the weeds in the world, they die when winter comes, but will become full of vitality in spring.

Now that winter has arrived, it is time for him to wither and die, leaving only the grass roots that will revive in the spring.

After all, his name is too conspicuous, and as long as he is alive, he will be hunted down by those people.

On the contrary, if he died, those people would relax their vigilance and think that there would be no more red people in the world.

In such an environment, their successors who inherit their will can develop better, wait for the right time, and realize their common ideals.

"You..." The anger on Joan of Arc's face disappeared. For the first time, she realized so deeply that although their paths were different, both of them were people pursuing their ideals.

Hojo Shugo smiled, but didn't show any sadness, "I'm going to find Saito Chi, fake an alliance with it, and then you kill me on the spot.

That monster can be handed over to Jianju to deal with.

Let Jian Ju take my body back. As for the memory, I have already made preparations in advance, so there is no need to worry about any problems."

"Ah."

Joan of Arc nodded and said that it would take several more months to create God.

During this period of time, the best thing would be to avoid attracting the attention of other forces.

"The only question now is how do we find Saito Chi?"

Hojo Shugo touched his chin. The other party was able to escape from the FBI's encirclement and was definitely not an ordinary high-level monster.

As for whereabouts, in the whole of Paris, only the goblin killer is most likely to know the whereabouts of Saito Chi.

It is said that Saito Chi was chased to Paris by that person.

How can we take advantage of this?

Hojo Shugo fell into deep thought.

……

Silent all night.

The cool breeze in the early morning came in through the open balcony door. Wrapped in the heater, the wind became a little warmer, bringing a faint mint scent, and the warm sunshine sprinkled on the evergreen ivy.

Bai Shi was awakened by the wind, "Hmm."

He turned sideways, almost falling off the sofa, yawned, and reached for the phone on the table.

I looked at the time, it was afternoon... No, it was still Japan time.

Shiraishi adjusted to French time, 7:30 in the morning.

"Hey, Jian, don't sleep anymore. Didn't we agree to find Saito Chi's whereabouts today?"

"You're so long-winded."

An irritable voice came from behind the sofa. Jian Ju, whose hair was in disarray, sat up and grabbed the sofa with his hands, "Call the front desk and ask them to make two breakfasts for us.

I want some cake and dessert, to add some points.”

As she spoke, she wanted to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Bai Shi's sleepy eyes suddenly widened and he reminded, "Hey, put on your pants!"

"Am I not wearing it?"

Jian Ju looked down and saw that the pajamas pants were gone for some reason, leaving only the underwear, "That's not a problem, I covered everything that needed to be covered, and you're even yelling about this."

He scratched his head carelessly and asked with a mischievous smile, "Is he a virgin?"

"How is that possible? I lost my virginity a long time ago."

Shiraishi retorted, unable to look away.

The wrinkled pajamas and messy hair were matched with the underwear with four bright red words "夜露死苦" printed on it.

If it were a woman with average looks and figure, she would just be sloppy.

There is a wildness in the body of Jiajianju.

"If not, don't shout there."

Jian Ju waved his hand indifferently and strode towards the sink.

Bai Shi shook his head and did not continue to remind him.

It's not him who suffers.

I took a look at my phone and found that Guilongyuan Meiya had replied to my message. I clicked on it and saw a big teddy bear emoticon. She nodded repeatedly, indicating that she would be obedient.

Bai Shi smiled and typed on his phone, "I just woke up here, have you finished your training?"

The message will soon appear as read.

Doodle.

The other party directly sent a video call.

Shiraishi clicked to accept, and his big face was printed in the video, "Shiraishi-kun, good morning! I'll be waiting here for Komori to cook."

"How was your training today?" Bai Shi leaned back on the sofa and asked about their progress with a smile.

Kiryuin Misaya smiled and replied, "I have learned the Thunder God form, but I can't use it for too long. If it exceeds a minute, I will be very tired."

"You did very well."

There was a hint of surprise on Bai Shi's face. According to his guess, if the other party wanted to learn the form of Thor, it would probably take until next year.

Will my departure help them grow?

"Gui Longyuan, don't delay Shiraishi-kun's work there."