Hunting High School

The yellow raccoon dodges away.

The few elves that had just hung on it were empty, and fell on the hard desk in unison, making pains one after another, causing the other elves to laugh together.

Fat Cat Tuantuan doesn't have the big heart of the elves.

After waiting for the remaining voice in the air to dissipate completely, it touched its chest, took a few breaths, and recovered.

"How did the Rat Immortal provoke this old ancestor?"

Tuantuan's chubby cat's face was wrinkled into a ball, and its meowing sound was full of puzzlement:

"I remember that mouse has always been very cautious in doing things... Also, who is the other 'volleyball'? It always feels very familiar... What is the 'glass ball' floating next to it just now? A small tree? It looks fun...I want a glass ball too."

Hula!

The only closed curtain in the dormitory was ripped open.

Dylan lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes. He wandered around the dormitory blankly for a moment, and finally fixed on the fat cat: "Hey, Tuantuan, who's here? I heard a strange cat meowing just now. ...Is it your relative?"

As he spoke, he sniffled and his tone became more and more distressed:

"Hiss...it seems to have a strange smell, but it doesn't seem to have..."

Tch, a joke!

If you notice it so easily, the boss is not a boss anymore.

The fat cat raised its chin, glanced at the vampire werewolf disdainfully, ignored him, turned around and lay cross-legged on Xin Fatty's pillow again. Seeing that the 'sleeping berth' was made again, the elves cheered and hung it up again.

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Beta Town North District, Gu Diao Street.

In the open space outside the Sakura Tavern.

The members of the Kini Cabin gathered together in twos and threes, looking worriedly at the closed wooden door on the second floor of the tavern. Colma and Catherine have been in the house for more than half an hour, and there has been no news.

"Do you feel that the big sister's head is not in the right state today?" A girl wearing sleeves asked her companions in a low voice, with some worry in her tone: "I feel that the whole person is much colder than usual..."

"Maybe it's because she has a new hairstyle?" A boy replied carelessly.

"That's right," another girl glanced at the wooden door on the second floor, with a hint of envy in her eyes: "The silver-white hair is so beautiful, I want it too..."

"Is it time to care about hair color? If Catherine is injured, what will her parents do? What about her two Little Brothers? The number of experiments this month has exceeded the standard, and the club's aid fund is said to have bottomed out."

"Really? Do I still want to come to the next club meeting?"

"It must be true, Kathy's mother is so shrewd, she must have got some news from the big sister's father... Otherwise, there is still a month before the wedding, how could she ask for leave? There are so many things to prepare matter?"

"Marcie and Laurie have also asked for leave to help. They have a good relationship with Casey, so they must know something..."

The young magicians were discussing worriedly, and the more they talked, the more worried they became. Many of them could not help but move to the edge of the small courtyard, as if The next moment would rush out the door.

All choices have nothing to do with loyalty. In the northern part of Beta Town, concepts such as loyalty, compassion, or pity are a luxury. Life's jugglers in this community are mostly struggling and choosing.

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Struggling in a predicament, choosing in a desperate situation.

Any of their actions reveals the unique shrewdness and calculations of people from the North District, but in addition to calculations, they also have a fierce quality that ordinary ordinary people do not have. That is the nourishment they have absorbed in the silent forest.

Just like Catherine, her boldness or bravery in front of Colma is not based on the corresponding qualities, but based on her positioning of herself and the best choice she can make when facing difficulties.

The turmoil in the small courtyard ended with a 'squeak'.

The wooden door on the second floor of the Cherry Blossom Tavern was pushed open with a 'squeak' sound. Colma walked out holding Catherine's hand. The young magicians waiting in the yard all stretched their necks, and their gazes fell behind the owner of the hut. on the body of the gray-robed female juggler.

Compared with before, Catherine's appearance didn't change much, except that there was a tadpole-shaped black mark on her forehead similar to Korma's, and a strand of hair turned silvery white.

Other than that, she was in almost the same state as most of the magicians who had finished working as experiment assistants—following Korma stiffly, with a pale face and dull eyes.

He looked as if his brain had been burned out.

This kind of reaction was not beyond the expectations of the onlookers—in comparison, a certain degree of confusion in the mind is a relatively good result. Many times, out-of-control magic experiments will take away some parts of the experimenter. For the jugglers, the outcome was even more tragic.

Just when the young magicians downstairs felt sorry for each other, Kerma pulled Catherine to stop on the small balcony at the top of the stairs.

She quietly looked down at the magicians downstairs.

It was as if they wanted to imprint their current fear, anxiety, and suppressed resentment in their minds.

Her eyes were shining.

Then she took out a simple law book from her bosom, turned around, and stuffed it into Catherine's hand.

"Will it work?" she asked.

Catherine's bewildered eyes added a little more interest.

"meeting."

Although there is no ability to cast spells, it does not mean that dreams are completely lost. When every juggler is young, they dream about what they will do when they hold a spellbook. Even if many magicians can't cast magic, they can firmly remember a few simple spells.

As the old saying goes, there is still a dream, what if it comes true?

After hearing Catherine's answer, Kerma nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out another quill, and stuffed them into the hands of the gray-robed female juggler:

"try it."

With trembling hands, Catherine took the quill and the simple book over there.

The young jugglers watching downstairs were like a group of ducks with their throats choked. They all held their breath and stared blankly at the gray-robed girl who had been sentenced to death by them before, picked up the quill, and opened the law Book, skilled in copying mantras in the book.

That's not how someone with a burnt out brain should behave.

Realizing this, looking at the actions of Kerma and Catherine, the quick-witted guy seems to have realized something. This kind of 'consciousness' seems to be contagious. Not long after, all the jugglers in the yard were breathing heavily, and looked at the narrow balcony on the second floor with burning eyes.

After a while, the incantation was transcribed.

Catherine held the book carefully, her hands trembling, as if she was holding the whole world.