I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

"What are you doing?"

Shiraishi frowned slightly, looking away from the resume in his hand and looking at the blond girl sitting on the desk.

Are all girls interviewing so arrogant nowadays?

As soon as he walked in, he sat down on the interviewer's desk without saying a word, crossing his legs wrapped in black stockings, which made him a little unsure of who was interviewing whom.

The little girl was chewing gum in her mouth, pushing forward with one hand, and leaning forward, trying her best to show her size that was not suitable for her age, "Master God, isn't the so-called interview for adults about being honest with each other? I know.

As long as you are willing to teach me some powerful yin and yang skills, I will listen to you and ask for anything.

Having said that, it's really hot here. "

It was clearly April, but there was another spring rain yesterday. The air was cool and cool. The girl seemed to be entering the hot summer alone, unbuttoning the three buttons of her blouse with skillful hands.

Shiraishi sighed softly and returned his resume to her, "I hope you can remember that someone who doesn't even love himself will not be cherished by others.

Go back and study hard to improve your own value. Go out, you are not qualified. "

"Hey, wait, me." Her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that she would lose.

With her beauty and size, how could a man not be attracted to her?

"go out."

Shiraishi said firmly.

He didn't want to make a short video of "Miko no God's Crime" with a high school girl at Nohara Shrine, but he wanted to find a serious miko to work for him and make money.

"Exactly." The little blond girl muttered, why are you pretending to be serious? She looks handsome on the outside, has black hair, and looks like an abstinent person, but is she really like that in her heart?

Huh, as a female high school student who has fought a lot, she has seen a lot of well-dressed adults behave in private.

The little blond girl felt that this man was too hypocritical, so she reached out and grabbed the resume, tore it into pieces several times, threw it into the air, and turned around and left.

Shiraishi shook his head at this childish behavior, and with a move of his fingers, all the shredded papers gathered together.

He was in no hurry to call the next person.

Wait for the other party to open the sliding door facing the courtyard, turn left and leave.

"Next person."

He opened his mouth to call someone, hoping that this person would be normal and not try to show off his beauty.

"Hi."

With a crisp response, the clean-looking girl stepped out from the right, turned into the house, and closed the sliding door with her backhand.

Perhaps it was because the little girl just now was so dressed up that she looked extra innocent.

Her short black hair that covers her ears is neatly combed. She has eyebrows, apricot face and rosy cheeks. She changed her JK school uniform into a wide-sleeved flowing skirt. She is afraid that she will not be regarded as an ancient beauty who has traveled through time.

The impression was so strong that it made Shiraishi doubtful. Could it be that the previous person was the one invited by this person?

Comparing the two, this person's impression skyrocketed.

"Lord God, my name is Jun Komori."

The girl's face was obviously a little nervous. She knelt down in front of the desk and respectfully handed over her resume with both hands.

Shiraishi dismissed the doubts in his heart. If this was acting, the girl could definitely win the Academy Award for Best Actor.

"My name is Shiraishi, and I just took over as the head priest of Nohara Shrine this year."

He briefly introduced himself, reached out to take the resume, and looked down at it.

Jun Komori is fifteen years old, a first-year student in Class D of Nohara High School, and is 1.66 meters tall.

Her specialty is cooking and taking care of her sister.

The school club is the tea ceremony club.

The reason for applying to be a miko is to eliminate all evil so that people will no longer be troubled by fear.

The former was okay, but the reason behind wanting to become a miko made Shiraishi frown slightly.

This subtle change in expression made Jun Komori, who had been secretly observing him, feel even more nervous.

She clutched the red miniskirt tightly, not knowing where she made a mistake on her resume.

All she knew was that this might be her only chance to become a spirit-killing miko.

In this country with solidified classes, clergy, like other positions, are often hereditary.

It is almost a known fact that the descendants of extraordinary people will always be extraordinary people.

No one would think that there is anything abnormal about such a society. This has been the world from the beginning.

Ordinary people want to get promoted either by getting married.

Either if a priest fails to give birth to a child, he will consider recruiting other talented people as disciples.

The probability of both is the same as winning the lottery.

Now that she really got it, she couldn't bear the stage fright and bravely said, "Do you have any questions?"

Shiraishi put down his resume and said with a smile on his face: "Well, there are reasons why you want to become a miko. Please answer me truthfully and don't use such general reasons.

Why do you want to become a miko?

Want to pursue power? status? Or is it fame? wealth? "

"No, it's not."

Jun Komori quickly shook his head to deny it, but then realized that his behavior was too rude, so he stopped shaking his head and said in a voice as clear as spring: "I just want to save my sister and prevent more people from encountering things like my sister."

Shiraishi did not care about personal privacy and continued to ask: "What happened to your sister?"

Jun Komori didn't want to tell anyone about that memory, but if he didn't, he was afraid of losing the opportunity to become a miko, so he bit his lip.

She finally compromised with reality.

We may not encounter this kind of opportunity again in the next few decades, so how can we be eliminated due to personal mood.

“It was when I was ten years old, and the first cherry blossoms in spring had just bloomed on the branches.

My sister and I went to Nohara Park to play, and we met a little girl walking on her head while standing on her head. "

Jun Komori lowered his eyes, "My sister advised me not to talk to strange people, but out of curiosity, I took the initiative to talk to the little girl.

Then, she showed a weird smile and said: You saw me. "

"Is that the God of Spring?"

Shiraishi asked.

This world is different from the one before he traveled. Human beings have extraordinary powers.

Non-human supernatural beings also exist, just like if there is Ultraman, there will be monsters.

Among those existences, gods are the ones that make humans the most helpless.

If it is just powerful, humans can still find ways to fight against it. The key is that gods are invisible to most people, including cultivators.

There are very few people who can look directly at the gods.

But that is not a lucky thing. As soon as you realize that someone is watching you, the gods will come to this world, thus giving birth to a very troublesome weirdness.

Five years ago, he arrived in Nohara City on the same day as the God of Spring, so he had some impression of him.

"Hey, sister gave up her eyes, one foot, and one hand to keep me safe."

Komori Jun said firmly: "I must take back my sister's hands, feet and eyes from the God of Spring!"

Baishi fell into deep thought and asked: "If you live here, what will your sister do?"

Jun Komori said truthfully: "My sister is a very strong person, and my mother gets off work early, so there is no need to worry."

"Well, you go back and wait for the notification."

Shiraishi didn't refuse face to face, nor did he agree immediately. He needed to think about it.