A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Okay, it's from the moment they were born to the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The creatures, being greedy, ate the iron chains. Isayama Kenmei glared at them, and the little guys automatically became much more obedient and stopped making a fuss inside the iron box.

"Speed ​​up the work and try to finish before the afternoon."

Isayama Kenmei was about to say a few more words of advice when he suddenly heard his cell phone ring.

As soon as he answered the call, Kenmei Isayama raised an eyebrow and joked.

"Hey, what brings you calling me so early today?"

"Haha. I can't call you unless there's something wrong, Xianming."

Soon, Gojo Satoru's standard, weak voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding very immature.

"If they're asking me to go out for drinks, I'll just hang up."

Isayama Kenmei laughed and cursed.

"You bastard, it's always just me and Jay drinking, you never drink at all."

"No, Xianming."

Gojo Satoru's tone was somewhat forced, and there was a sense of reluctance in it.

"I'm here on a mission today, to ask around for a few old fogies in my family."

He even used "I" instead of his usual "I".

"Give me a straight answer, stop beating around the bush, this isn't like you at all."

"Ask away if you want."

Kenmei Isayama was quite straightforward and said it directly.

"Xianming, are you the Xianming who's causing such a stir in the entire sorcery world right now?"

Since the Kamo family announced the change of family heir, Kenmei has become more popular than a top celebrity, with countless paparazzi investigating his background.

Gojo Satoru really dislikes asking his friends questions that seem to involve personal privacy.

It's true that my family was putting too much pressure on me.

After all, only those ancient relics who have lived for a long time will pay more attention to the value of blood vials; they are all cunning old foxes.

After witnessing the potion's effects, the elders of the Gojo family were determined to secure the cooperation with the Kamo family at all costs.

Previously, people around Gojo Satoru would be investigated by the Gojo family on their own initiative, so Isayama Kenmei's information had long been on the radar of the Gojo family's higher-ups.

In particular, Kenmei Isayama was abandoned by the Kamo family back then, and has a very strong blood relationship with them. Kenmei Isayama's father was actually the cousin of the former head of the Kamo family.

This information was not a secret; they knew it from the beginning.

Furthermore, the Gojo family reviewed a large amount of road surveillance footage to verify their findings. They discovered that two vehicles from the Kamo main family had driven near Isayama Kenmei's residence the previous night. What followed was the sudden and inexplicable transformation of Kenmei into the next head of the Kamo family, and then the birth of the Blood Bottle, which shocked the entire jutsu world.

"Yes, that's me."

Kenmei Isayama readily agreed. He didn't need to hide such trivial matters from his good friend. If he were afraid, he wouldn't have used his own name for publicity.

"Damn, what a kid."

It really is Xianming!

Gojo Satoru was dumbfounded. He knew that his good friend hadn't been living a very good life before.

"You actually became the next head of the Kamo family behind my and Jie's back without a word."

"Idiot, what do you mean by 'carrying on your back'?"

Isayama Kenmei rolled his eyes at him.

"This is the destiny that has brought me here. People are crying and begging me to be their patriarch. What can I do?"

"You are still the next head of the Gojo family."

"By the way, just say what you have to say."

Kenmei Isayama said directly

"It's mainly because of those old fogies in my family."

Gojo Satoru said embarrassedly

"We would like to discuss some cooperation with your family."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Here's what I'll do: I'll give you the phone number of the elder in the Kamo family who's in charge of this."

Kenmei Isayama said indifferently,

"Let those old geezers go and talk to him."

"Thank you, Xianming."

Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"You've been a huge help."

"But you are the eldest son of the Gojo family."

"Sir, this is a bit frustrating. So many old geezers are pressuring you down, yet you finally bow down to me."

This isn't Gojo Satoru's style.

Kenmei Isayama is a bit strange.

"Don't mention it."

Gojo Satoru sighed and said.

"Ugh, it was some damned bastard who robbed my grandfather's grave and took away the remaining remains inside."

"Now, as long as I can get you to agree to a meeting regarding the supply of blood vials and cooperation, I won't have to go looking for who stole Grandpa's bones anymore."

Gojo Satoru doesn't have any techniques for finding people, so it's simply asking the impossible.

That's why I stepped in as a middleman.

"You've had it pretty tough too."

Kenmei Isayama shook his head, his brow furrowing.

"But your grandfather's grave was robbed?"

The former head of the Gojo family was said to be the only man in their family's history who, despite not having six eyes, could freely use limitless techniques.

Anyway, that's how Gojo's family advertises it; who knows if it's exaggerated or not?

When the previous head of the Kamo family died, he said that he was the strongest head of the family in history.

"Yeah, I'm completely baffled too. They're all dead except for a few bones. Are we supposed to go back and make soup?"

The head of the Gojo family is the face of the Gojo family in every generation. If his remains are stolen, where can the Gojo family put their face?

So the remaining elders of the Gojo family, who were still alive and believed in "family honor above all else," went mad as they searched for the stolen remains.

This matter had driven Gojo Satoru crazy, and now that there was finally something else to distract him, he immediately agreed.

"That's settled then, I have other things to do."

After helping Gojo Satoru resolve the matter, Isayama Kenmei, seeing that he was alright, wanted to hang up the phone.

"Okay, you can hang up now, thanks, Xianming."

"It's okay, it's a trivial matter."

Kenmei Isayama hung up the phone, but the Gojo family, through his relationship with Satoru Gojo, managed to cut in line and negotiate with the Kamo family ahead of time.

It was Kenmei Isayama who gave Gojo Satoru face, not the other way around.

Whether the talks go through or not is none of his business.

Kenmei Isayama was simply a hands-off manager; he delegated all power to his subordinates.

However, the remains of the former head of the Gojo family were stolen.

Kenmei Isayama would never forget that, before he came to the Kamo family, judging from the corpse of the Kamo family's eldest elder, he had been dead for at least several years.

Yes, Kenmei Isayama also couldn't believe that those were the results from the instrument's detection.

However, the fact remains that a special technique was used to completely delay the decomposition of the corpse.

Kenichiro Kamo's head was empty; his brain was nowhere to be found.

The skull also disappeared.

Isayama Kenmei used the flesh-and-blood hunting dog to sniff around, to see if he could still find it.

But they found nothing; that bastard was very careful and left no trace.

However, Kenmei Isayama knew that the guy was definitely not feeling well right now. Bloodthirst and Black Wrath wouldn't disappear just because he had a different body.

Becoming mentally ill is his destiny.

Actual output was 4600; I'll try to write more during the National Day holiday.

Chapter 159 One word

"Mr. Naraku, thank you for taking care of Xianming over the years and nurturing him into such an outstanding talent."

Kenichiro Kamo sat cross-legged on the ground, bowing his head slightly to express his sincerity.

There was no one else in the room except for Kenmei Isayama, Naraku Isayama, Yomi Isayama, and Kenichiro Kamo. Kenichiro Kamo was the one speaking now.

His voice was calm, and it sounded like he was truly sincere.

It uses the term "I" as an equal, not "the high and mighty old man." Furthermore, Isayama Naraku's age was actually less than that of Kamo Kenichiro during his lifetime, which was already a concession.

"On behalf of the Kamo family, I extend my highest respect to you."

Isayama Naraku looked at Kamo Kenichiro, whom he had only met twice before—once at his sister Hatsuho's wedding and once at her funeral—and was slightly taken aback.

Ah, judging from the old man's tone.

The more I listened, the more something seemed off; something felt off.