hunter rule

Oak Academy.

Steam tower.

The old man in a black evening gown was still sitting in front of the flower stand, with a calm and warm expression on his face.

The baroque-style seats complement the faint smell of coffee.

"Dean Cass."

A curly-haired man in a brown robe nodded slightly: "The news came from the city hall. Two new professionals have been promoted to Oak College. They have been reported to the night watchman."

Dean Cass opened his eyes slightly, without any surprised expression on his face. He just tapped the armrest of the seat with his dry fingers.

Not far away, an owl slowly flew from the distance of the tower and landed in his hand.

"Our college seems to have a lot of talented people now."

Cass' wrinkled face showed a faint smile: "What two lovely children."

"Gu Xintong, Zhao Guangli."

The man with brown curly hair said with a respectful expression.

"Two sophomores."

"Gu Xintong is a genius with extremely high psychic adaptability. He has a great chance of passing the entrance examination."

"As for Zhao Guangli..."

At this point, the man paused slightly.

"His talent is the last among the sophomores... To be honest, when the city hall summoned him, I thought I was wrong."

Cass gently stroked the owl's feathers with his hand, as if there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

"It's normal."

Cass spoke.

"Talent is part of the path of a professional, and ability is also part, but everyone follows the same path."

Cass looked at the owl, its feathers were soft and beautiful.

"Talented people, even if they don't have talent, will work hard. If they can't run, then they will walk. If they can't walk, then they will crawl... This is not something difficult to understand."

"Yes, Dean." The curly-haired man said respectfully.

Cass paused slightly at this moment, looking at the scenery in the distance, and he slowly said: "How is Baker doing?"

"Already in the solitary room." The curly-haired man whispered.

"Let him reflect first, Mr. Heras, please go and give the Bei family a warning."

"Tell them that Baker is a professional of Oak College first, not a professional of the Bei family."

Cass' tone was very natural: "If you don't abide by the rules, just disappear from the Black Iron Castle completely."

"I would also like to say this to Mr. Baker by the way."

"Yes, Dean." The curly-haired man bowed slightly.

Cass's hand trembled slightly, and the owl flew towards the distant sky at this moment, his gaze becoming deeper and deeper.

………………

Zhao Guangli put on the white Oak Academy uniform again. He was currently sitting on the seat on Oak Avenue, looking at the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree, while carefully releasing his senses.

With the City Hall's lessons learned, Zhao Guangli appeared cautious.

What happened to the Impace family last night seems to have spread among the student community.

This is actually a very normal thing. Most of the students at Oak Academy are from middle-class and wealthy families. What happened to the Impace family last night was, after all, a public drinking party, so it was not a secret.

"Last night, a terrorist attack broke out at the Impez family's Fallen Leaf Manor."

"No way, that's the Impes family."

"It's true. It seems to be led by the Downton family."

"It is said that many people in the Impes family died."

Zhao Guangli leaned back on his chair. Most of this information was true. Even if there were some discrepancies, Zhao Guangli would not really correct them.

George and Kaderan, the two leaders who controlled the Oak College student union, are dead. Currently, no one can control the public opinion of the entire Oak College.

This is not a good thing.

At this moment, before Zhao Guangli could finish thinking, waves of loud voices came from the radio.

"Everyone, my name is Thomas Downton."

"I believe everyone already knows something. Our college's student union president, the great George Impace and the kind-hearted Cadran Impace, passed away unfortunately a few days ago."

"The Downton family and the Impes family have been friends for generations, and we are also unwilling to have such a tragedy happen."

"But the Oak College Student Union cannot live without a leader for a day. No matter how sad it is, seniors George and Kadlan will pray in the Glory Hall, hoping that we will not be sad because of their departure."

"They are just one step ahead of us, heading to the Glory Temple."

"I, Thomas Downton, can only cheer up and work hard to get out of my sorrow."

"From now on, I will run for the position of President of the Student Union of Oak College."

"Hopefully, George's spirit will always be with me."

A deep bass voice came from the radio. When Zhao Guangli heard the name Thomas, he subconsciously thought of a weird little train.

Then, in Oak Academy, the twin brothers from the Downton family squeezed into Zhao Guangli's memories.

Obviously, what Thomas said on the radio was all nonsense.

Zhao Guangli lowered the brim of his hat slightly.

The main force that destroyed George's cocktail party at Fallen Leaf Manor was basically Father Gusheng brought over by the Downton family.

As we all know, Downton and the Impes family are undoubtedly mortal enemies. It seems that now the Downton family wants to take the opportunity to seize the high ground of the Impes family.

"Tsk."

Zhao Guangli found it very interesting. This time, because the Pace family's vitality was severely damaged, they may not have the strength to fight back for the time being.

"It's Senior Thomas from the third grade. What he said was so touching."

"I really want to vote for him."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe that Senior George just left like this...I haven't said the last word to him yet, woo woo woo."

After my perceptual abilities have improved, I still have some worries.

For example, now, Zhao Guangli really doesn't want to listen to these guys saying such nonsense.

Among the freshmen at Oak College, George Impes seems to have a pretty good reputation.

At this moment, Zhao Guangli gently stretched the cuff of his right hand. The eye mark on it was now very light, but the outline still existed.

Although this thing has not had any impact these days, Zhao Guangli always feels a little uneasy in his heart. This is an intuition.

Zhao Guangli has always trusted his intuition.

Completing the professional ritual is not the end, but just a starting point.

Curse maybe...

It really hasn't completely disappeared.

Zhao Guangli looked at his wrist, leaned back on the chair, and frowned slightly.

"Zhao Guangli! You are here. I have been looking for you for a long time."

A blond boy with freckles suddenly appeared from behind Zhao Guangli with a happy expression. He put his hand on Zhao Guangli's shoulder: "Where have you been recently."

Jike... I haven't seen him for a long time.

Zhao Guangli greeted lazily.

Can I tell you about my trip to steal the Impes family's ritual items?

Now that everything is finally settled, can't you let me have a little rest?

Zhao Guangli thought so and glanced at Jike in front of him.

Still looking the same, with a slight flush on his face.

"Zhao Guangli, are you...are you free now?"

Jike seemed a little mysterious at the moment, with a kind of irrepressible morbidity, which was different from before.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Guangli vaguely felt that something was not right with Jike's situation at the moment. He raised his brown deerstalker hat slightly and stared at Jike.

Jike's eyeballs were bloodshot at the moment, but his entire face was in a state of extreme excitement.

"You...you definitely don't know what I've been doing lately!"

Jike lowered his voice and said excitedly to Zhao Guangli.