Hunting High School

As the vice-principal of First University, Ruoyu needs more wizards who understand art, because the wizarding world is like a towering spire, the higher you go, the less room you have to move around, which requires the wizards occupying the upper floors to learn to compromise with each other .

But for ordinary wizards at the bottom, being content with the normal is the Life they are most familiar with. Quarrels in the streets and alleys, cursing on the curbs, treacherous peddlers, aggressive housewives, broomstick tails rubbing against the roll-up banners in front of the store, magicians who threw fireballs burned the white curtains outside the second-floor attic.

Robert Lee is now dealing with these trivial matters every day, witnessing the most common but most varied divisions in the world, but he never tires of it.

Because he was lucky enough to be transferred from the North District of Beta Town to the Pedestrian Street of Beta Town, he had no reason to ask for more. Moreover, regardless of the number or intensity, the noise on the pedestrian street is much smaller than that of the North District Wharf. The wizards here even use honorifics when they quarrel——

"Don't you have eyes when you walk? You stepped on my foot!"

"I said why my foot was pierced..."

Robert swiftly inserted himself between the two cross-eyed passers-by, skillfully put on a smiling face, and smiled and showed the silver-white badge of the Public Security Bureau on his belt, preventing the two passers-by from taking out the stupid plan of the book:

"Calm down, calm down, littering evil curses provoked the school patrol, everyone's faces are ugly, you know, the young masters in the school have been very annoyed because of the chaos in the past few months, thinking of killing chickens and monkeys...going out , It’s inevitable that bumps and bumps, no matter how big it is, there is no need to draw a book...Take a step back from each other, hello, he, hello, everyone, do you two think this makes sense?”

Generally speaking, for this sake, the two sides will naturally not be able to fight.

But it is inevitable to say a few harsh words to each other. One party said that he has three thousand brothers, all of whom are registered wizards; With a push, the two grumpy Lu Nus descended the donkey, cursing and walking away, disappointing the onlookers.

"Old Li, you have to let them fight and then call the police, in order to earn more merit." The uncle of the milk tea shop leaned half his body out from the counter, smiled and handed the sheriff a cup of pearl milk tea.

The warm paper cup was carried by two elves, slid through an elegant arc in mid-air, and finally landed firmly in Robert's hand.

The sheriff took out a few shiny copper coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the cloth pocket hanging on the elf's body. The little elf smiled, and happily bent and knelt in mid-air, saluting and thanking him.

"Extremely extreme," the young owner of another talisman shop leaned against the door, hanging his book bag shaking his head: "Haven't you heard anything about Qinyue people?"

"Who are the Qinyue people?" A passing young witch asked curiously.

"It's Bian Que, a famous healer in ancient times." Across the street, Ling Guo sat on the back of the Alchemy Goat and replied loudly.

The witch turned her head and saw that the person who was talking to her was a beautiful young man with delicate features, a face like a crown jade, and a graceful appearance in a white robe. Her eyes lit up immediately, she forgot about the pickles next to her, pulled off her veil, and walked over with a smile:

"Are you a student of Alpha? Our classmates, I'm from Xingkong... How old are you this year? What happened to the therapist just now sounds very interesting. My sister bought you milk tea, can you tell her about it? Did you make this alchemy car yourself? It’s amazing! Our hunting team just needs a powerful alchemist! Come to our hunting team, there is no trial period, and you can hire them at the price of a registered wizard!"

Linguo shrank back skillfully, dodging the hand extended by the witch, and pulled open the curtain on the small truck beside her. While recommending her own products, she babbled on about the story of the three Bian Que brothers:

"Sister, do you want to collect alchemy items? Whatever you want, I can find a way here... The story of the healer is very simple. In ancient times, a king asked the healer who among the three brothers had the best healing skills, Bian Que Said, "The eldest brother regards the gods when he is sick, and removes them without form, so the name does not come from the family. The middle brother heals the disease, it is in the hair, so the name does not come from the lord. If the flat magpie, the blood

Pulse, poison medicine, vice skin, leisurely and well-known in the princes. 'This means that……"

The boy spoke clearly and coherently, and the witch listened carefully.

In front of the milk tea shop, several elderly wizards looked at the scene with a smile. The owner of the talisman making shop looked at the young girl on the opposite side, and then at the sloppy uncle beside him. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: " Old...really old."

The owner of the milk tea shop has long since lost the "spring ambition" of the young boss of the talisman shop, and his attention has long been diverted from the young wizards across the street. He took out a newspaper under the bar and shook it at Robert Lee:

"Hey, the newspaper you want!"

The sheriff's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward, took the "Beta Town Post", flipped it left and right, and soon saw a large upper body photo of Own on a page - that photo took up almost half of the page. In the photo, Robert Lee is staring majestically ahead, with his arms passing through the frame from time to time, making some powerful gestures.

Looking at this photo, he suddenly remembered something. He reached into his waist pocket for a long time and pulled out another "Beta Town Post" that was earlier - that newspaper also had a bust of Robert Lee, only However, because it has been too long, there have been a few clear creases on the robe in the photo, which is a little unsightly.

Mr. Sheriff didn't pay attention to the slight blemishes on his robes, he paid more attention to the smiles in the photos of himself in the two newspapers.

Mr. Sheriff in the old newspaper wore a blue tie like hemp rope, his expression was too serious, and his smile was very stiff. He looked very much like the photo of the old-school wizard in Europa embedded on the tombstone.

It was his first time in a newspaper, and he was unskilled in his actions, which made him feel annoyed for a long time. You must know that the sheriff of Beta Town is neither a young talent from the First University nor a highly skilled New World hunter. There are not even a few registered wizards. Broadsheet.

But his chagrin didn't last long.

In the second wave of black tide that hit the Silent Forest more than a month ago, Robert Lee "knocked by mistake", warned the whole town more than ten minutes in advance, blew the copper whistle in his hand, and won a section for Beta Town. Valuable reaction time.

Afterwards, he was rewarded for his meritorious deeds. The sheriff of the North District not only won a Merlin Brass Medal issued by the alliance, but was promoted to be the sheriff of the pedestrian street. Opportunities for the Post.

So there was this new paper and this new photograph.