Hunting High School

Compared with the vagabond wizard's worries only about the possible search warrant from Dan Hager and the smashed ceiling and glass windows of the vagabond bar, the rat fairy's worries are much more complicated.

Its lover is imprisoned in the depths of the black prison.

Its children are lost in corners of the mirror world.

Year after year, it wastes half a year shutting itself in the laboratory, looking for his wife's antidote, and then travels the rest of the half year to every corner of the mirror world, looking for traces of Juice.

But there is still no result.

Until he learned from an old friend that an ancient tree was about to bloom in the black prison.

This is an opportunity.

The Rat Fairy told himself. The fruit of that ancient tree can not only help him go further on the road of magic, but also the turmoil brought about by that fruit allows him to see the dawn of saving his wife.

The First University has a lot of favors for it, but now it has to choose to betray the school - such as making a deal with the Dark Council and Terry Duzem - although in its view, its choice is just a disagreement with the school , but it believes that in the eyes of Shi Hui or Ruoyu, that is betrayal.

All kinds of complicated emotions were disturbed together, which made the mouse fairy feel painful.

Especially last night, it dreamed of juice again.

The daughter screamed and ran down a dark corridor, calling for her mother, tears streaming down the floor. The tide-like black mist chased after her, and there were disturbing chewing sounds and jerky laughter in the mist.

After being awakened, the Mouse Immortal put down his work and came to Wandering Bar, risking being caught by the yellow raccoon.

The wandering wizard has a kind of self-brewed fine wine, which can make people forget the troubles in the world and retrieve the best memories in the drunken life and dreams.

Now it needs those memories.

That can revive it.

But drinking, drinking, the bottle of golden years is empty, replaced by a more mellow and powerful Amber light. Good memory has been unable to save it slowly sinking in the quagmire.

It requires a stronger anesthetic effect.

...

Regarding the Rat Immortal's statement that he could dig a hole to hide, the wandering wizard just put on his pointed hat again, and pulled the brim of the hat to show respect.

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"You're a mouse, of course you can do that."

The owner of the vagabond bar spoke the harsh truth, with a slightly sarcastic tone: "But you are also a wizard... It is the style of an ostrich to bury your head in the sand. Besides, the brain of a mouse should be bigger than that of an ostrich."

The Rat Immortal gulped down the wine, but did not make a sound.

After a pause, the wandering wizard slowed down and continued, "Accidents always happen in this world. Let's take off our hats and observe a few seconds of silence. Then put on our hats, and Life continues..."

"Like what you did just now?" The big mouse finally spoke again, his voice full of ridicule.

The wandering wizard pretended not to hear the sarcasm in its tone, but continued to cook chicken soup: "I remember a singer, a guy named Xin who said, 'Treat every day as the last day of your life, and one day you will dream Really'...that's a good statement. But I prefer to read it from another angle."

"Many people procrastinate, and they like to put off today's things until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and keep procrastinating... So, why can't you put off your bad mood for a day and then attack it again?" Oh, I just want to work now, and I will have tomorrow Time to be depressed' you have more important things to focus on now, don't let that little bit of bad mood get you more bad in the future. Maybe you can keep putting off that bad until the day you go to your grave...  "

The Rat Immortal finally put down the wine bottle.

Staring at the small round eyes, the beard on the corner of the mouth raised a few times, showing a bit of dissatisfaction: "People often say that it is rare to be quiet after death... Do you want me to live in peace after death?"

"We have a good relationship with Death." The wandering wizard blinked at it.

"Shit." The Rat Immortal bit the wine bottle, gulped down a few sips of wine, and muttered: "A certain old guy said he had an affair with the goddess of fate... I didn't see that fate favored him!"

If that's not a favor, the wandering wizard wriggled his lips silently, wanting to refute, but he didn't open his mouth in the end.

No need to argue with a drunk.

But the Rat Immortal came to chat, waving his short arms, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have stretched a lot:

"Do you know? Fate has nothing to do with us!... Life is always full of variables. Just like me, I was born, entered the first university, got married, had children, stayed in school, and did experiments... A running rhino has a clear goal and a clear future."

"Suddenly, the rhino tilted its neck and glanced sideways."

"The whole world is completely different... I became a mouse, no children, no wife, just a newly created family of mice...Although you can still do experiments like before. But you know, there are What's different... have you ever tried to look up at the sky every now and then on the way you pass each day? That new perspective..."

Then its bottle was empty.

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

"Would you like another wine?" Seeing the Rat Immortal holding the wine bottle, the wandering wizard felt a little distressed about owning Amber, and asked, "What kind of wine do you want to drink? I can help you find it."

"I want to drink wine from the past."

"Magic can help you go back to the past, but wine can't." The wandering wizard shook his head, pulled out a hardcover Siren rum from the wine kitchen behind him, and stuffed it into the hand of the Rat Fairy: "Wine can only relieve your temporary pain .You take the first sip, the wine will help you, let you take the second sip, and the third sip... Then slowly, you are swallowed by the illusion constructed by Dionysus... He let you see the past, and It smells better than a pillow of yellow beams.”

The Rat Fairy bit off the cork of Siren Rum and took a few sips.

"This is the tear of God! This is the blood of the Devil!" it shouted, as if every mouthful was helping it to transcend the shackles of the real spirit: "This is the antidote! It is more powerful than any snake oil (snake oil). Medicine! Pain is a dirty prison, and this..."

It raised the wine bottle in its hand, and some light blue liquid spilled out:

"And this! It's a paint! It can paint the dirty prison beautifully and clean... just like it was at the beginning."

"But that's not true." The wandering wizard said softly: "A prison is still a prison after all."

"True or fake, what's the difference?" The mouse fairy dripped light blue liquor from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was calmer than a few minutes ago: "This world was originally a prison."

The wandering wizard looked at it, and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally.

"Although I am the owner of this bar." He laughed dryly: "But it must be admitted that in a sense, you are more suitable to open a bar than me."