Hunting High School

"True ancestor? Glory?"

After hearing Captain Misty's bewitching words, the old lich on the podium snorted: "We are a special group of wizards, not the lackeys of the true ancestor..."

"What about your reverence for the True Ancestor?" Captain Misty raised his eyebrows.

"Awe?"

Sir Ulrich's body shrank more and more, and quickly shrank from a height of more than ten meters to the size of an ordinary person, but his voice was as loud as before: "We fear him, just like the little boy behind you The girl's awe of you...respect, fear, but not love him, right, little Nikki."

The Banshee stepped out of Captain Mist's shadow anxiously, glanced at the 'I' logo on the old Lich's chest, and lowered her head: "Mentor."

Sir Ulrich was the old lich who brought her out of the Sahara desert, and also the mentor who taught her to eat from dead bodies and gradually get used to the temper of demons.

Seeing Jazz, she could easily think of her own struggles in the desert, the pungent taste of the beetle still vaguely remained in her mouth, and then she thought of the experience in the captain's cabin of the Misty that day, and the despair and joy welling up on the tip of her tongue. sweet.

The banshee suddenly burst into tears.

The old lich walked up to the banshee, put his hand on her head, and said softly, "... any growth has a price. You have gradually become a real lich."

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Captain Misty watched all this silently.

As a native demon, it has always been difficult to understand the sensitive and cowardly heart knot of liches. In its view, it is a natural thing for demons to eat wizards, just like wizards drink water and eat meat, and there is no reason to get in trouble for such a trivial matter. But as a big monster, Captain Misty is also wise enough, it will not say wrong words to wrong people at wrong time, wrong place.

After appeasing the banshee, Sir Ulrich turned his attention to today's main guest.

"Tell me why you came, Misty." He repeated the previous question, his tone and expression were a little more serious than before.

Captain Mist tugged at the brim of his own hat.

"There's no need to be so serious," he said with a fake smile on his face, his eyes as cold as ever: "I just want to remind you that mayflies are only safe when there are enough of them... and now, the wings of newborn mayflies have not fully unfolded , the old mayflies are being hunted too much by the hunters. The people of the True Ancestor are in danger."

"It's all nonsense." The old lich shook his head, obviously not satisfied with the guest's answer: "You are not young anymore, you should know that the war between demons and wizards has never stopped...the demons are always in danger."

"...We need to unite all forces that can be united," Captain Misty ignored Sir Ulrich's taunt, and continued: "The Kraken intends to launch an attack on the First University to liberate the compatriots trapped in the black prison. So, we need your help."

Ser Ulrich looked at Captain Misty with the look of a fool.

"Do I look stupid?" He raised the slender cane under his robe, knocked on the floor, and made a crisp sound: "The lich just likes to stay in the laboratory and do research, but it doesn't mean that our ears Don't hear anything outside the window... What's in the black prison, what are you going to do, what preparations are there in the school... It's not a day or two for some things to happen. Nikita still walked out of me. Why do you think we Will you pick chestnuts out of the fire for you?"

"No, this is not taking advantage, but a win-win situation." Captain Misty's face showed no embarrassment after the lie was exposed, and his eyes were as calm as ever: "We have your support, and your group can be supplemented by fresh blood from the school. The Elder may get the loot from the black prison, and you yourself can gain the appreciation of the true ancestor and the respect of the entire demon world."

The wrinkles on the old Lich's face did not tremble in the slightest, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

"That's not enough." The thin stick in its hand stomped on the floor, making a thumping sound: "If you are really sincere, you should have invited us half a year ago...not on the eve of preparing to leave .”

"Is there any difference?" Captain Misty showed just the right amount of confusion on his face, and at the same time responded smoothly: "Aren't you all prepared accordingly? If I remember correctly, the number of liches who have returned to the Withered and Yellow Land in the past six months Probably more than the total of the past ten years."

Nikita lowered his head, trying to reduce the presence of own, lest the two ugly bosses realize the existence of own.

After hearing Captain Mist's words, Sir Ulrich finally fell silent.

Holding on to the slender cane, it walked along the winding stairs to the second floor of the wizard tower.

Captain Mist followed it.

Nikita was last.

The voice of the old lich flowed from front to back like running water, gurgling and flowing into the hearts of the guests: "If you want to send troops to the withered and yellow land, it is not enough to convince me, I am just one of the king's staff...and I must warn you that your timing is a bit unlucky. There is a revolution brewing in the Withered Lands...a revolution of religion and heart...the other Elders are more concerned about it."

"Religious...revolution?" Captain Misty raised his eyebrows vigilantly: "Who is it to revolutionize?"

"We own." The old lich's answer is always somewhat unexpected: "Every year, every month, every day, when new liches are born, it is always difficult for them to adapt to their new identities... This is not good .The Blight is a huge laboratory, not a mental hospital. The old people are getting tired of this kind of thing."

For this, Nikita was deeply touched.

Back in the Withered Lands, she wasn't the only lich who had a hard time eating living wizards. There are many new-generation liches similar to her, and they are cast aside like the dregs of the clan.

"...So we are planning a gratitude ceremony." Sir Ulrich said: "You mentioned earlier that many of the liches who returned to the withered land actually came back for this matter. They don't know the black prison. what happens."

Captain Mist was more interested in what the old lich said than the purpose of those returning liches.

"Gratitude ceremony?" The corner of its mouth curled up slightly, and asked with great interest: "Can you explain briefly?"

"When a wizard eats meat, he will not repent at the piece of meat while eating it. If the new lich wants to change this mentality, then he can turn repentance into gratitude... a grateful heart can make the newly born lich They have the courage to be themselves."

Before the words were finished, the old man tapped the slender cane on the gate of the entrance on the second floor.

boom!

The two doors seemed to be pulled hard by the titan, and they were forced to open outwards, causing a draft to blow Nikita's robe.

In the hall on the second floor, an even colder atmosphere blew out along with the draft.