Hunting College

The red and black clothes were piled up together, forming a pointed mountain bag, crowding the washbasin by the desk, and exuding a choking smell.

Occasionally, a few blow flies dragged their fat belly, wading hard among the folds of the hill bag, and from time to time they agitated the small horns and buzzed a few small tunes, which made the disturbing people upset.

There are large tracts of brown and white stains on these clothes, as if someone had spilled broth on them, and it was as if someone was wearing these clothes and smashed in the mud, and there were even many indescribable suspicious yellow marks. ——It is no longer possible to judge the material of these clothes by the naked eye.

Zheng Qing tried to poke the dirty clothes with the quill pen.

It feels hard, as if poking on soft wood.

"What's this!" Li Meng screamed, clutching her small nose. The bear named Li Neng seemed to have been smoked by these pickled things, struggling desperately in the little witch's backpack, trying to stay away from this terrifying area.

"If you want us to touch these things, I will choose a dog leash." Not far from Li Meng, a witch with a pointed chin poked the dirty robe in the sink with a quill, and then brought the pen tip to her eyes. Lost far away, with a look of disgust.

As the squad leader, Jiang Yu naturally couldn't be as casual as the others. He could only bite the bullet and stand in front of the washbasin, trying his best to behave indifferently.

Zheng Qing grinned and looked around.

Sure enough, in the background of the girls, the wizards all have a nonchalant expression-in the eyes of the young public student, it is difficult to say which expression is worse.

"...Any qualified wizard shouldn't walk around outside in dirty robes."

"That's a tramp in the northern district of Beta Town, not a wizard!"

"As a student of the first university, you must pay special attention to your own image. You must never lower yourself to the level of a juggler..."

On the podium, Professor Tian turned around tremblingly, knocked on the blackboard with the cane stick in his hand, and emphasized: "It only needs a fixed-sentence spell, plus less than half a page. The analysis process is only 20 lines of spells. You can wear clean robes to class every day...Is there anything simpler than this?"

"No...Yes..." The classmates responded with sparse voices. Because many people pinch their noses to reply, their voices are mixed with thick nasal sounds, and when they are combined, they become more and more weird.

The old professor saw too many such scenes and was completely disapproved, but just knocked on the blackboard again: "Did you copy it?"

The students in the hall were waking up like a dream, and they took out paper and pen and began to quickly copy the process of parsing the spell on the blackboard.

When Zheng Qing finished copying the curse and raised his head, in front of the classroom, three huge wooden basins were floating tremblingly not far from the desk, just like the old woman on the stage.

There was a pile of dirty clothes in the tub, which looked a bit dirtier than everyone's washbasin.

Li Meng raised his head and watched in horror as the tub that was less than one meter away from her head was swaying in mid-air, almost sliding down the table.

Even Jiang Yu couldn't keep calm at this time, and his face looked extremely pale.

"Before officially teaching today's spell, let's talk about other related topics."

"I know that some of my classmates had come into contact with related cleaning spells in middle school... Can anyone give me a chestnut?" The old professor poked his head and looked out from the gap between the tubs.

She didn't care about the dirty robes in these tubs.

Jiang Yu immediately raised his hand.

"!" She didn't open the book, but snapped her fingers at the tub above Li Meng's head.

A burst of stars flashed, and the clothes in the tub looked much cleaner.

"Ah, the old spell from Europa... I haven't heard it for many years." The old professor nodded with satisfaction: "You don't need to use complex spells, but through the resonance of magic texts and gestures, you can achieve accurate casting results. …The advantages are obvious, convenient and quick, but the disadvantages are also prominent-we can agree that the dirt on these clothes is gone, but it is difficult to admit that these clothes have been'cleaned up'."

"Many old-school wizards in Europa still like to use this spell, which gives their robe a decadent aura...because this spell cannot completely eliminate the larvae of the demon-thirsty mites and the remains of ciliates."

"This is also the smell of wizards in the impression of many Bai Ding, a strange smell."

"Reward Jiang Yu for a credit!" The old professor waved his hand and drove the basin of slightly clean clothes not far away: "Is there any other way?"

The classroom fell silent suddenly.

For these young wizards from non-professional ‘launker’ backgrounds, it’s very rare to know a cleaning spell.

Zheng Qing looked around and saw that no one stood up, hesitated, finally raised his hand.

"Classmate Zheng Qing?" The old professor beckoned, pointing to the wooden basin on the left, and motioned: "I will leave this basin to you."

Zheng Qing stood up a little embarrassed, and then in the old professor's encouraging gesture and the surprised eyes of his surrounding partners, he ran to the front row of the classroom with his gray cloth bag.

"What I can do is not a spell." He explained to the professor in a low voice, taking out a pale yellow talisman from his pocket.

There was a sudden voice in the hall.

After the talisman paper was attached to the wooden basin, a wisp of green smoke immediately rose, and it evenly enveloped the wooden basin.

When the green smoke dissipated, the dirty clothes in the basin had been completely renewed, and it seemed to exude a fresh smell.

Li Meng wrinkled her small nose and immediately reached out her hand, grabbing the public student.

"Give me two quickly!" She threatened in a low voice, "Otherwise I will let Linguo resign from your hunting team!"

This was a very effective threat, and Zheng Qing's face immediately wrinkled.

But the little witch hadn't waited for the fruit of victory, and was picked up by Jiang Yu by the side.

"Very good, very good!" Professor Tian's eyes were completely attracted by Zheng Qing's wooden basin, and he did not notice the interaction between him and the little witch.

The old professor held a cane and clapped his hands with thin fingers, admiring again and again: "Very advanced rune use skills ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Two credits to Zheng Qing."

Afterwards, she turned to look at other students and explained: "This talisman contains twelve runes, five of which are outside the scope of the registered wizard's assessment... and the talisman used in this talisman Nesting skills, even experienced registered wizards, are rarely mastered."

"In fact, a wizard who can master such advanced rune skills and knowledge rarely wastes time on this kind of rune...It is as funny as a great wizard meticulously deploying tranquilizers."

"Well, since you are already on stage, you don't need to go on for the time being." The old professor tapped the last wooden basin in front of him with the cane in his hand, and motioned: "Today we learn a spell that matches your identity...Neither Too old, leaving your clothes with a decadent atmosphere; it will not be too difficult, difficult to the extent that you need to master thousands of runes to learn."

Zheng Qing stood by the podium with a bitter face.

Beside, there is a basin of dirty clothes exuding foul smell.

In front of him was the triumphant smiling face of the little witch Li Meng.