Hunting High School

Memory is a high-level mental activity based on thinking.

Also a drink.

This drink is very popular among high rank goblins, much like a wizard's favorite drink. It's just that it's different from real wine, it's not brewed with honey or fruit, but with the information flowing from the warm human brain stimulated by Monster Qi.

The captain of the Misty is very fond of this drink.

As the cook on the Misty, Nikita prepares ingredients anytime and anywhere, so she has this jar of 'memory' - this is the memory of the aborigines in the dreamland she collected, full of exotic flavors, because the fantasy The law difference between dreams and reality, the banshee is not sure whether she can bring back the brains of the aborigines, so she brewed these drinks in advance and stored them in jars.

For now, the can of drink will be offered as a tribute to the temple in Uzzah.

Dreamland is a world built on the basis of fantasy and dreams. In the deepest part of this world, what flows are the memories of thousands of creatures in the real world. Therefore, the can of drink offered by the banshee can be regarded as the treasure of this world. Origin, will naturally obtain the joy of the gods.

Priests are the mouthpiece and hands and feet of the gods.

The gods will speak their joy through the mouthpiece of own, and distribute their rewards through the hands and feet of own. Even if the high priest doesn't like the banshee's evil offerings, he will still be amiable under the gaze of the gods.

"So," Elder Atal, after patiently listening to the requests of the guests, concluded, "You want to find your way home?"

The old man sat behind the ivory-colored podium, looking at the young wizards and demons sitting around the podium with burning eyes, and there was a wooden cup filled with Amber's light in his hand.

The young wizards nodded in agreement.

Nikita and Zhu Zhu did not nod, but they did not have the right to choose.

"Although the dreamland is remote, it is not closed." Elder Atal seemed to be a little confused about the needs of the guests: "Wanderers from outside the territory often break into this world by accident, and some of them take big white boats. , Some people came to this world through the wilderness, some people came to this world through tree holes, clocks, or even a mirror... But as long as you are not deluded by the dreams and fantasies of this world, remember that you own Identity, it should not be difficult to go back."

As he spoke, he carefully looked into the eyes of several young wizards.

"Your eyes are still clear, and you still know who you are." He nodded and raised the wine glass in his hand: "...So, go back from where you came, and return to the original place as you came to this world. The world of . . . Good luck on your journey."

Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao, then at Jiang Yu, unconsciously playing with the cat's tail with his fingers. The tip of the tail struggled between his fingers, clearly not enjoying the game.

Finally, he gave a forced smile to the Elder Atal who sat behind the ivory podium.

"There was a little accident," the young public fee student cleared his throat, and tried to explain in a tactful way: "Because of some irresistible reasons, we had to release a powerful magic... In that Enchanted Forest...then accidentally destroyed my tree hole."

"And my water eyes." Xiao Xiao added with a straight face.

The cat ears in Jiang Yu's hair drooped carefully.

Zheng Qing laughed twice: "Yes, and his watery eyes... That is to say, the way we came to this world was gone at that time. I need your help to find a new way."

"A new way." The old man picked up the wooden cup at hand, as if he wanted to moisten his throat with wine, but in the end he just dipped his lips and put it down again.

"And it must be wide enough and big enough," Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing, and added: "For some indescribable reasons, some of our members have become more 'bloated', and ordinary tree holes cannot be drilled through. Yes...my watery eye was blown out after a wrong attempt."

"That was just an accident." Zheng Qing muttered, aiming the sight of the rune gun viciously at the banshee beside him.

Nikita blinked innocently.

"The physique that can support a channel is no longer 'bloated'. Hey, this is really a problem." Elder Atal shook his head: "The way is the way. I want to find a way that suits everyone. Dao, it's not that easy..."

"So we want your help."

The old man looked over the shoulders of the young wizards, the empty and tall auditorium, the exquisite murals, the bustling streets, the vast fields, and finally landed on a tall mountain.

Then he withdrew his gaze, looked at the guests in front of him gently, and told a short story:

"A long time ago, there was a farmer who built a small house on a piece of open land. After the house was built, he felt that the front and back of the house were a bit empty, so he opened up a small garden...because the house was built in a very remote place. There are no neighbors to disturb, so the farmer did not fence his own small garden."

"And then, spring came."

"The garden is full of flowers of various colors, red, yellow, and pink. The flowers attract bees, buzzing; the bees attract grass sperm and flower sperm, play with them, and the flower sperm They also like to trade honey with the bees for dewy delicacy."

"Then, the mouse that steals honey comes, the weasel that catches flower sperm comes, and the wild boar that likes to chew peonies comes... The food chain in nature is always intertwined. When the wild boar appears in the garden, the tiger and the wild boar come. The wolf is not far away."

"One day, after returning from the field, the farmer found his own garden in a mess."

"Colorful flowers are lying on the ground, dead bees and flower sperm have dyed the soil emerald green, a wild boar has only half of its body left, still panting, and refuses to close its eyes, a tiger's belly is round, like a cat Lying in the sun and snoring."

"The farmer stabbed the tiger to death with a fork, and then spent the whole night erecting a fence and smearing the tiger's blood and bones on the fence to warn those prying eyes deep in the forest."

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"In this way, the garden regained its calm."

"But the existence of the fence is just a silent warning. It can't stop those guests who really want to come to the garden to see the flowers. Bees vibrate their wings and fly over the fence; mice dig holes in the ground and get into the garden. When a few storms Afterwards, the tiger blood and bones smeared on the fence disappeared, and the new wild boars opened the fence again..."

Zheng Qing listened carefully to the stories told by the old man.

The story is very simple. Combined with the situation in the dreamland, it is not difficult for the wizard to determine the identities of the garden, the fence, and the guests who came without warning. But it was precisely because of this that it confused him even more.

Shall they wait for a new wild boar to break through the fence before they can leave this beautiful garden?