Hunting College

, Update Monster Hunter High School as soon as possible! Zheng Qing has heard a saying before, if you don't know the customs of a certain festival, then it's right to choose to eat dumplings. Dumplings are used for festivals, just like snake oil in magic medicine-the so-called 'panacea' is actually 'magic oil'.

But I don't know if applying snake oil all over my body can cure my troubles.

Thinking of this, the young public Feisheng couldn't help but sighed deeply again, picked up a dumpling, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and then narrowed his eyes: "What's the stuffing in the dumplings today?"

"Is it delicious?" The fat man glanced at him.

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded slightly: "Delicious is delicious..."

"It's delicious, there's so much nonsense!" The fat wizard waved his hand impatiently, lowered his head and continued to chase his manuscript, all at the same time saying: "If you don't buy it yourself, there's a lot of shit!"

This remark stood on the commanding heights of morality. Zheng Qing was powerless to refute, and could only silently bite through a dumpling wrapper and carefully examine the fillings inside.

After observing for a long time, he could only confirm that the main filling was some kind of meat, which was tender and smooth, completely different from what he usually eats. A few detection magics were thrown, but nothing abnormal was found. Fortunately, the young wizard closed his eyes and happily enjoyed the delicious meal.

It wasn't until he put down Kuaizi, pushed away the plate, and sighed contentedly, that Fatty Xin put down the quill in his hand and sneered at the young public Feisheng.

"Stop talking!"

Zheng Qing waved his hand to stop the fat wizard from speaking: "Even if I say it, I have to wait for me to digest it... Otherwise, it will be a waste of this delicious dish."

"Not that serious."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf, who was lying on the edge of the coffin, continued to answer in his lazy tone: "It's just a plate of dumplings filled with frog meat... The fish people like it the most... But in my impression, you shouldn't have such a prejudice."

Because murlocs like it, frog meat is unremarkable, and is quite despised by old-school wizards. Of course, many young wizards do not have this taboo, and occasionally eat a few frogs to try it out.

When Zheng Qing heard the words, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh... I was shocked... I did mental preparation for a long time... I was ready to hear a worse answer than 'slug'. Frog meat, frog meat is not just water chicken. Well, good stuff, good stuff."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and tried to instruct the elves to help him pick his teeth. The elves at the head made a face at him, dropped a toothpick, turned around and flew away happily.

"It's getting less and less cute."

The wizard muttered, grabbed the toothpick, stirred it in his mouth, suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at the fat wizard who picked up the quill again: "Wait, don't wizards not like frog meat? Why are they selling frogs today? Dumplings with meat?"

"I know that too."

Dylan is still rushing to answer: "It's still Nicholas' petition, aren't more and more people paying attention these days, and then someone specially made a batch of dumplings filled with frog meat and distributed them for free at the entrance of the cafeteria, I wonder if it was intentional or not. For the wizards of the North District."

When it comes to the "petition" activity of the wizards in the North District, it was originally only carried out outside the school. But I don't know when it started, there were gradually many young wizards who supported this petition in the school. They printed the slogan 'Please give me a frog' on the back of their robes, and enthusiastically preached the concept of 'Wizards Union Great Unity'. Tell everyone who is willing to listen about the tragic experiences of the wizards of the North District.

Because of wearing an invisibility talisman all day, Zheng Qing was never stopped by these 'preachers', but as far as he knew, almost everyone in the Guilty Hunting Team was stopped more than once.

Fatty Xin suddenly coughed twice, raised the parchment in his hand, and read it seriously:

"…The development of this movement may have already exceeded the original expectations of the proponents, and people can't help but think of the history before the birth of the "Emancipation of the Goblin Proclamation" in 1862."

"At first, no one cared about the little, eccentric magical creatures of the subspecies whose efforts were nothing more than a few boards, a few petitions; then a few banners, a few slogans; then, a parade, a name-calling, a Pushing and shoving; wizards’ shops smashed, goblins’ secret realms destroyed; wizards pulling out books, goblins raising their fingers. And then more and more wizards and goblins began to bleed.”

"Some people once said that history does not repeat stupidly, but it rhymes wisely. The interesting thing is that even if it repeats thousands of times, the wizard can never read the lessons of history from the rhyme, and will not put the interests of other groups on the table. Connect with your own future."

"Perhaps this is why in the long history of wizards there will be opponents one after another - knowing that your society is dying, and is constantly being swallowed up by the increasingly powerful wizarding world, why don't you just die honestly? Or , At some point in the future, some wizards will realize that it is precisely because of the conservative and stubborn wizarding society that they have created more and more enemies for themselves."

"Lend a helping hand, the wizard saves himself, not those weaker existences."

"In the infinite history of the world, there is no such thing as weak or powerful, let alone the endless debates at certain conferences. The only thing blocking the vision of wizards is their own hands... How do you feel about this report?"

After reading these few paragraphs, Fatty Xin bit his quill with a sad expression on his face: "Although I feel okay, but I always feel that something is a little weird..."

"Because you want this article as much as you want, and you should stand it." Dylan by the coffin sneered bitterly: "Or you are determined to stand for the wizard of the North District, or you are determined to stand for frog meat dumplings... There is no reason to want to eat frogs Meat dumplings, and I want to drink cherry blossom wine."

"Did you take money from both sides?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at the fat wizard suspiciously.

The fat man was furious, he dropped the quill in his hand, and he looked like you can't insult my personality, but what he said made people laugh: "Running the pen... Can I get paid for brushing the pen? Whoever writes is for free. ? As the saying goes, 'The gentleman is poor, and the villain is poor'!"

Zheng Qing and Dylan looked at each other, tacitly skipping this topic.

"Why did you climb out of the coffin in broad daylight?" The young public fee student asked kindly and curiously, "I remember correctly, at the end of the month, you probably didn't take any medicine."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf sighed gloomily: "But today is the beginning of winter, and it's a weekend... I have two dinner parties at noon, so I wake up early to cultivate my temperament... Because the blood race was early... If the werewolf banquet is ahead, when you go You don't need to care about such details at all... The average person only needs to participate in one."

"It is beyond my expectation that you can be accepted by two races at the same time." Zheng Qing sincerely praised.

Dylan pouted: "They didn't accept the other half of my blood, but the surname of my half blood."