Hunting High School

Before convincing Zhu Si, the forgiveness hunting team has another choice.

That is Professor Montelia of this rune class.

If Professor Montelia can be invited to be the instructor of forgiveness, he will be more reliable than that girl Zhu Si, and maybe he can grind some good things from the professor's laboratory.

Although the professor has repeatedly expressed his attitude of not participating in the school hunting competition to the hunting team who consulted him, but as the saying goes, a good girl is afraid of being entangled. Uncle Liu Huang asked Mr. Zhuge to visit the thatched cottage and never give up. What's so embarrassing about asking more questions in the end?

What if the professor is just Tsundere, testing the resolve of these young hunters?

With this naive idea, Zheng Qing and others took a rare positive step. Before class, they moved their seats forward a few rows, faced the strange eyes of other students in the class, and acted positively and seriously throughout the class. Including Xin Fatty, the four raised their hands to answer questions even more than Downton.

It's a pity that Professor Montelia was perfunctory in teaching, and the positive attitude of Zheng Qing and others was winking at the blind. He doubted that the professor might not even realize they had switched seats.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the professor can feel their "enthusiasm and eagerness to learn", even a little bit of kindness in the later "negotiations" is good.

The bell rang, and just as the professor called out the word 'end get out of class', the quartet of absolutions sitting in the front stood up in unison, looking at the professor who had started to sort out the lecture notes.

But someone is faster than them.

"Professor Montelia."

Matthew Karen seemed to have oiled the soles of his feet, and slid to the front of the lecture table before Zheng Qing jumped out of his seat. The smiling professor slightly bowed: "I am Matthew Karen, the captain of Karen's hunting team... "

"Not participating." Professor Montelia interrupted Matthew's words in a muffled voice without raising his head.

Zheng Qing smiled secretly, and obediently lined up behind Matthew, planning to attack in the second wave.

Many students in the class also knew about the selection task of the school hunting fair that has been raging recently, and they stretched their necks one by one, watching this scene curiously and amusedly.

But what made Zheng Qing quite concerned was that Downton and Nicholas didn't come forward. Could it be that they have already found a suitable instructor?

The sense of urgency in the young public finance student's heart has once again increased a lot.

Matthew obviously had expected the professor's rejection for a long time, without any embarrassment on his face, he just seized the opportunity to offer own conditions: "If the professor is willing to serve as the instructor of our hunting team, the Karen family is willing to provide certain private sponsorship for the professor's laboratory ..."

First University's laboratory named after the professor's surname has the right to choose partners outside the school, and the capital of the wizarding world is also willing to sponsor such laboratories, but any choice is two-way, based on Zheng Qing's understanding of Professor Montelia , he is not like a wizard who lacks jade coins.

Sure enough, after hearing the young blood's first words, the professor raised his head, the gray hair on his forehead was slightly brushed, revealing two sharp eyes.

"The Karen family from the New World?"

His eyes fell on Matthew's red robe: "I actually saw people from the Karen family at Jiuyou College... I don't need sponsorship, but if John is willing to lend me the Holy Grail for a while...well...for one night, then I will accept your invitation."

The full name of "John" in Professor Montelia's mouth is "John Hugh Karen". He is the ancestor who led the Karen family to the upper-month parliamentary seat. He left Europa three hundred years ago and created a huge family business in the New World of North America.

The 'holy grail' mentioned by the professor is one of the sacred artifacts of the vampires. It is rumored that the original blood of the vampires can be accumulated in the cup to help the old vampires whose qi and blood decline to prolong their lives.

Any wizard with a little common sense can tell that the professor has raised a condition that cannot be fulfilled. Matthew knew this too—regardless of whether his cub had the right to make such an agreement with a wizard outside the family, just lending the holy artifact might cause some radicals in the family to tie him to a thorn and burn him to death.

And it is said that the Holy Grail is sleeping with Patriarch John

In the huge group of coffins in the basement of Karen Castle, God knows if those ancestors would be pulled out because of such a trivial matter.

The young vampire's face was pale, and his smile became much stiffer.

This is more in line with his vampire temperament.

"The Holy Grail is the most precious holy object of all blood races. I am sorry that I cannot agree to your conditions." Matthew first clearly stated his own position, then gritted his teeth, and added: "If you need to use the Blood Essence of blood races in your experiments, I can hunt them in school. After the game, I will assist your experiment as an assistant researcher."

This is euphemistically telling the professor that he can act as a blood bag.

This determination is surprising.

The sternness in Professor Monteria's eyes faded a little, and he nodded approvingly: "That's not... I haven't degenerated to the point of drawing the blood of the little devil for experiments... Instructor, I really don't have time. The laboratory is at a critical juncture... But if you are really interested in bloodline research, you can take the time to apply to join my laboratory. That's it."

After finishing speaking, he put the organized lecture notes under his arm and prepared to walk out of the classroom.

Matthew sighed in frustration, glanced at Zheng Qing and his group who were about to step forward, lowered their eyelids, and left the podium with heavy steps.

His sigh was like a heavy stone, pressing on Zheng Qing's heart.

Although the conversation between Matthew and Professor Montelia just now was brief, the determination of the young vampire and the attitude of the professor were clearly displayed in front of his eyes. Zheng Qing didn't think he could offer a more sincere condition than 'Matthew's own Blood Essence'.

Xu Shi noticed the hesitation of the wizards, and Jiang Yu, who had just come to the side, took a step forward, following in the steps of a professor, and followed him to the outside of the classroom.

Several boys looked at each other in blank dismay, followed closely behind.

"professor."

The witch smiled sweetly, and raised a stack of parchment in her hand: "This is the homework that was received after class. I have already checked it on my own initiative. The mistakes that students often make are also marked and listed on this piece of paper. ..."

Professor Monteria stopped in his tracks, looked at the witch in surprise, and rarely showed a smile. Zheng Jing almost bit his tongue out in shock, it was the first time he saw this cold-faced professor laugh.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The professor took the stack of parchment, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about how to reward this outstanding student who solved his troubles: "Well, if you have any difficulties..."

"We have an excellent hunting team, and we want to participate in this school hunting competition." The witch blushed slightly, with a shy smile, as if she was very sorry for her embarrassment to the professor, and added in a low voice: "It's the Forgiveness Hunting Team, those who have participated in the Battle of the Black Prison... won't cause you any trouble, we can solve it ourselves."

The wizards behind her nodded like chickens pecking rice.

It should be pretty sure now.

Zheng Qing thought secretly, looking at the back of the witch in front of him, his face was full of gratitude, wishing he could rush up now, cheering and lifting her into the air.