Hunting High School

"It's just...a...ordinary...binding curse!"

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and answered, took out a belt from the gray cloth bag, and began to bind the Dharma books in his hand. Three horizontally and three vertically, they are tightly tied, so strong that no words can be exposed.

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Because he was worried that the binding would not be safe, he took out a few more sealing symbols, spat, and covered every corner of the Dharma book.

Until the seal symbol emits a reassuring light green halo.

Then he raised his head and saw the examining and curious eyes of several roommates.

"Cough, the Dharma book is faulty, the Dharma book is faulty." The young public finance student coughed dryly, and threw out the excuse he had just made up indifferently: "...This Dharma book has been used for a long time, and I have a...temper. Um, Yes, with a temper. Like Dylan's full-length mirror, who likes to talk nonsense when he has nothing to do."

The magic dressing mirror has been used for a long time, and there are often situations where sharp words are used when evaluating clothes, and strange suggestions for clothing matching are provided.

In the eyes of ordinary alchemists, this is a magical malfunction, but in the eyes of many users, it is just that the magic mirror has a little temper, which belongs to growing pains, and is a manifestation of the strengthening of the magic mirror's "self-awareness"-this is why many people rely too much on it. The magic wizard's clothes are a bit weird - so these young wizards who have lived in the magic world since childhood reluctantly accepted Zheng Qing's words.

Of course, Dr. Xiao Da has never been so easy to fool: "The failure of the dharma book, and the fact that the dharma book has not been turned into fly ash, there is no necessary connection. Are you secretly changing the concept?"

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, showing a bit of distress: "You said you are a magician, why do you care so much about logic?"

"Logic and magic are not contradictory." The doctor said calmly.

"Where did you buy your Dharma book?" Dylan interjected at the right time, which greatly relieved the young public finance student, but Mr. Vampire Werewolf raised his own confusion from another direction:

"I've always wanted to ask, but I always forgot... Your Dharma book looks very good. The copper nails, paper pages, and inscriptions are made of ordinary materials, but the workmanship is very good... There is no such thing on the market. The current version of the Dharma book...was it passed down in the family?"

Wizarding families with a bit of history have family heirlooms, from grandfather to grandson, husband to wife, and so on. This kind of dharma books cannot be bought in the market, and most of them have restrictions on bloodlines and surnames. Wizards with non-corresponding bloodlines and surnames cannot use them. But correspondingly, this kind of dharma book is also very beneficial to wizards, and is very popular among family wizards.

Dylan had this guess because others were unable to open Zheng Qing's Dharma book before.

"I'm the only wizard in my family."

Regarding this point, Zheng Qing has never concealed it: "Like you, this Dharma book was also bought at Xiayuan Bookshop, but at that time there was a discount for public students, and it was customized by the bookmaker."

When he said the last sentence, the young wizard was still a little guilty.

When he ordered Dharma books at Xiayuan Bookstore last year, he chose private order for the lowest price discount of one golden bean. As a result, the maker of the Dharma book named Old Payne seemed to have misunderstood something and made a Dharma book for him.

This made Zheng Qing feel like he was taking advantage.

However, when this Dharma book is in use, it feels really good. The incantations are transcribed smoothly, and there will be no situations where many dharma books cannot display some key spells (for example, the Paris bound edition requires the blessing of the church, so it is forbidden to transcribe the spells involving the devil; the Ashmolean bound edition uses sharkskin paper, It is difficult to keep fire spells), and there will be no ink swallowing (dharma books absorb a large amount of magic ink when writing spells to reduce the pressure on the operation of the spell), and the mana consumption is also low when used.

When Dylan mentioned the origin of the book, the young wizard couldn't help recalling the purchase of the book last year, and also recalled many scenes at that time. He suddenly realized a problem that he had overlooked.

But before he could think about it carefully, his train of thought was interrupted by Xin Fatty's voice.

"Private order...it's really an unequal society." A sour voice interrupted Zheng Qing's memory, and Fatty complained full of complaints: "Public fee students only have better grades, why are there So many perks!"

"Good grades are enough, what kind of Persian magic carpet do you want?" Zheng Qing was very dissatisfied with the guy who interrupted his train of thought, and replied angrily.

"This is the system." Dr. Xiao Da commented sharply.

This slightly cruel answer caused the entire dormitory to fall into silence.

Zheng Qing cleaned up the ashes on the table, combed the long hair on Fatty Cat's back, and wiped the wings of the elves, finally came back to his senses and turned to look at Xin Fatty.

He remembered Fatty's suggestion from the beginning of this conversation.

"Why did you ask me to save money?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Fatty.

When he just woke up, Fatty's first suggestion was to ask Zheng Qing to save money.

"Save some money, so that when others ask you for personal injury compensation, mental compensation, or property damage compensation, or you go to a senior therapist to treat sleepwalking, you don't need to borrow money from us." Fatty replied a little grumpily As he spoke, the notebook in his hand clattered.

He was packing up his quills and draft paper, whether he was going to the library or the editing room.

Dylan had already retracted silently into the coffin.

After hearing Fatty's answer, he popped his head again and reminded in a low voice: "Beforehand, I am also poor... As a vampire, the worst thing is that it is difficult for you to wait until the day you inherit the inheritance. Unless you're pawning antiques."

This is a very cold joke.

Zheng Qing laughed dryly in cooperation.

"Speaking of the hospital," Xiao Xiao didn't smile. He had a thoughtful expression on his face: "Nicholas is still in the school hospital. Shall we go and visit him?"

The dormitory fell into silence again.

Fatty loosened his grip on the notebook, and the notebook fell to the ground with a 'clack'. And Dylan seemed to have forgotten about being retracted into the coffin again.

A moment later, Zheng Qing's slightly confused voice sounded in the dormitory: "The school hospital? What is Nicholas doing in the school hospital? Is he sick?"

He was out of school all day yesterday and went to bed when he came back, not knowing what happened at school.

"We can talk about this matter during dinner." Xin Fatty pushed Zheng Qing roughly, and pushed him into the bathroom: "After you clean yourself up, let's go to lunch...while eating Let's talk about this again."

"Your appetite is really good." Dylan taunted, swished back into the coffin, and closed the coffin lid of Own very hard.

Fatty looked at the black coffin angrily, and began to think about whether to draw a few suns on it.