Hunting High School

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

There were scattered and orderly footsteps outside the door, from far to near.

Henry Eric moved his ears, got up from the table, rubbed his sore eyes, put the gold-rimmed monocle on the bridge of his nose, and spread out the registration book in front of him.

He graduated from First University for less than a year. Although he was a registered wizard, because of his poor grades, he couldn't join the famous hunting groups in the New World, and he couldn't stay in school. In the end, he could only enter the Wizarding Union.

Then he was assigned to the black prison and became an honorable registrar.

Responsible for the registration of prison visitors and persons entering and leaving.

Still in the internship period.

According to the old people in the prison, the work of the registrar is easy most of the time. Because apart from the hunting team on duty, there are very few outside visitors in this dark world.

However, everything is afraid of the word "but".

But since Eric became the registrar of this ancient castle, the number of guests entering and exiting the black prison has suddenly increased dozens of times. Almost every day, more than a dozen or even dozens of wizards come - including researchers who are studying at the First University, professors, teaching assistants, school workers at the First University, and the famous hunting groups in the New World. There are many old fellows of the next council.

Even the old guards who have spent their entire lives in the black prison have never seen this kind of 'grand event'.

It's clear that something big is going to happen in Black Hell.

Specifically, the staff in the prison have also discussed in private. Some people said that the Xianqin Hunting Group ambushed the teams that entered the new century on the Misty some time ago, and captured four or five quasi-big monsters at the captain level. It will cause a new war between wizards and demons; some people say that the execution day of the famous archlich, Sister Shipton, the Prophet of Death, is approaching. In order to avoid the Lich King's troubles, the alliance has strengthened the security of the black prison.

And the most widely circulated and most reliable one is the rumor that the old tree deep in the Hell Castle is about to blossom and bear fruit. It is said that the old tree was grown by watering the flesh and blood of demons, and its fruit can help demons transform their bloodlines.

This is why more and more scarlet eyeballs have gathered near the Hell Castle recently.

Although the black prison is called 'prison', a more accurate term should be 'black domain', because this is a world that is always shrouded in darkness. Without the sun, without starlight, no natural life could survive in this environment.

The wizards covered the whole world with a huge magic circle to isolate the inside and outside, and then threw all the captured monsters into this world, letting them struggle in this desert-like The Underworld.

Of course, there are certain risks in letting those monsters run amok in this world.

In order to avoid those extremely unlikely risks, the wizards have established many strongholds in the black prison, the largest and most core of which is called the black prison castle.

Henry Eric is one of the registrars at the entrance of the Black Hell Castle.

Because there are more than one entrance to the Black Prison Castle, there is an entrance connecting to the prison of the Danhag Supreme Court upwards, there is also an entrance directly to the First University, and there is an entrance leading to the outside of the Black Prison world.

What Eric was guarding was the smallest in the black prison castle, and it was also an entrance opened in the black prison.

The entrance was only for registered wizards and below - having said that, Eric had never seen anyone below registered wizards visit this dangerous world.

So this entrance can be regarded as a dedicated entrance for registered wizards.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer.

Henry Eric rubbed his swollen face from sleeping on his stomach, trying to pull out a kind smile. Then he looked down at the arrangement on his desk.

Obliquely in front of the registration book, his seventeenth-century Venetian-bound Dharma book was opened silently without any wind. The Five Aggregates exorcism spell on the title page shone charmingly in five colors under the dim candlelight.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

Eric glanced at the charming color, and tapped the table with his fingers bent.

Boom boom boom.

An old quill, like a bird just woken up, fell off the pen stand in a panic, jumped into the ink bottle next to it, dipped it, and then hung in mid-air in the late stage, as if wanting to use this kind of quill. The effortful attitude conceals the dereliction of duty a moment ago.

Eric ignored the gallant quill.

He tilted his ears and listened carefully to the footsteps outside the door.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

There was a trace of fatigue and a trace of heaviness in the footsteps. It appears to be a hunting party that has just come off patrol. It's just that under normal circumstances, a hunting team should have five hunters, that is to say, there should be five footsteps.

But right now, he only heard four footsteps.

The trainee registrar began to imagine a fierce battle, a group of sad hunters, and a hunting party returning to the castle with the corpses of their comrades.

The two steps are heavier, it should be a wizard; the two steps are lighter, it should be a witch.

I don't know who the 'dead' hunter is - Eric tried to squeeze a trace of sadness on his face, which was a bit difficult, so he tried to keep his face - this kind of guessing game is the young intern registrar One of the few joys in this boring life in this prison.

After guessing, he touched the crystal ball next to the book.

The crystal ball was silent for a moment, then flickered dark red. The intern registrar had a disappointed expression on his face. The divination conclusion showed that his guess was not ideal.

crunch!

The heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside, making an unpleasant noise.

The knocker beast and door god on the iron gate had long been used to the sound, and even enjoyed it a little, but the young wizard who had just arrived could hardly bear the noise. That kind of sound is like someone scratching a blackboard with nails, or scratching a glass with a wire. If you hear it too much, it will easily drive a wizard crazy.

He proposed improvement measures to the black prison management more than once, such as dripping some lubricating oil on the hinges, or engraving two light-weight amulets on the iron door, but there was no news.

Until later, at a certain lunch, he complained about this to his colleagues. The old wizard who had worked in the black prison for a long time told him with a smile that none of the gates in the prison would be oiled, and the noise was kept in order to let everyone A person who enters and exits the gate is in the sight of others.

Creak... blah blah.

Four figures wearing large cloaks came in from outside the iron gate, with the heavy black shadow outside the castle under their feet.

The leader was a tall wizard, with a dark red face and a strong figure. He seemed to be holding something in his arms, but because of the cover of the cloak, he couldn't see clearly.

Following her was a tall witch with her eyes closed and her steps were light; half a body behind her was another thin wizard with a black royal robe under her cloak, holding a handle long sword.

The trainee registrar finally knew where he was wrong.

Not all light-footed wizards are witches, but wizards who walk the agile route.

At the end of the team was a dwarf with a bare head and a shaggy beard. He was not tall, but his footsteps were the heaviest in the whole team, even surpassing the wizard at the head of the team.