Hunting High School

"October 16, 2009 - Work Log."

After filling in the date, Andrew stopped writing and looked out of the window - at this moment, he is sitting in the office of the Trident Sword's office in Beta Town. His desk is close to the window, with a wide view, and he can see a small square , three converging streets, and a patch of sky.

It is now October, the season of autumn, when First University holds a moon hunt.

In the impression of the chunky wizard, the weather was always good during the days when the school held moon hunting, and the officers of the meteorological watchman could always use the good weather balloons that had been saved for a long time during these days, just like now, he looked up Looking out of the window, you can see the clear and blue sky, like a piece of translucent sapphire, the fluffy and soft clouds floating forever, the crisp autumn wind welcomes every life on Phuket Island, and you can see yellow or red from time to time Fallen leaves swept across the street.

A priest with a sacrificial robe on his shoulders passed by the window with a serious face, maybe he was going to attend someone's funeral; a drunkard with a sallow face squatted at the corner of the street, holding a half-empty bottle of siren rum, and he didn't know where he was. Say something; a two-tailed squirrel flashed by under the eaves, and a few grass sperm chased after it cursing.

Andrew guessed that the squirrel should have stolen the chestnuts saved by the grass sperm.

He looked enviously at the figures of those little guys going away, sighed heavily, picked up the quill again, dipped it in the ink bottle, and smoothed the parchment on the table:

"...The death incident of the ogre tribe that happened somewhere in the Silent Forest (coordinates 3214, 6438) on the evening of October 13th cannot be traced to more details... The remains at the scene show traces of the second-order battle formation... All suspicious targets within the scope of the First University have been investigated, and the hunting team (forgiveness hunting team) with the ability to deploy second-tier battle formations has been checked, and no relevant clues have been found... The inspection of the key monitoring unit "Wandering Bar" It's still going on... The Northern District Wizard Group is endorsed by the Great Wizard of Korma to temporarily rule out the suspicion... The safety committee of the school work committee does not approve of the investigation of the three-pronged sword, saying that the school's guardian circle is not within its jurisdiction. The son of a bitch (strike out)..."

Mr. Commissioner hastily crossed out the last sentence—I just wrote it smoothly, forgetting that this is not an own notebook, but a work record to be filed—Since Ms. Shi Hui left the First University to serve as the speaker of the Great Wizarding Conference, the three-pronged sword The work within the scope of Phuket Island is getting more and more difficult. If the old man Yu's school work committee is perfunctory with the investigation letter of the three-pronged sword, it will be delayed as long as it can, as if to find out an unknown death case that happened in the silent forest. It seems that it can bring much performance to the three-pronged sword!

"These sons of a bitch!"

After Andrew signed his name at the end of the work report, he took another look at the line that was crossed out by himself, and cursed again in a low voice.

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"Tuesday night in the Forest of Silence, a tribe of small ogres was massacred, and thirteen ogres, large and small, died." Having said this, Zhang Jixin paused and shook his head: "...Tsk, it's really bad numbers."

Xin Fatty corrected in a low voice: "It's not thirteen... The news from my side says it's seven, because except for one ogre shaman in the tribe, the remaining six are two-headed ogres. So the preliminary statistics I counted an extra six heads."

"That's not the point."

The red-faced wizard waved his hand: "In short... Death found traces of the second-order battle formation at the scene, of course it is not the second-order of Bofu's family... But my brother also said, let us keep a low profile recently and ignore the "Beta Town Post" any interview invitation from the newspaper.”

"Even if your brother doesn't mention it, none of us will answer the post." The fat wizard was indignant, and at the same time looked around expectantly: "...Why can't you tell me about it? Right!"

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and added: "...Three-pointed sword sent a coordination letter to the school, but because the incident happened outside the school, and a group of ogres died, and the final of the school hunting meeting was about to take place, The school council is very understaffed, so it's trying to play down the story...you can see that it's almost completely ignored in the papers."

Zheng Qing had a sullen face, listening to the supplementary words of his companions, feeling terrible.

After the alchemy class in the morning, Zheng Qing was alarmed by the behavior of Andrew from the Trident Sword blocking people at the door of the classroom, so he immediately arranged for his teammates to look around.

Fortunately, there are a lot of news channels for apologizing - Zhang Jixin went to find his big brother who is "Lei Zhe", Xin Fatty went to the school newspaper editorial department to talk about Dashan, and Dr. Xiao Da, under the reminder of Zheng Qing, frowning I went to the office building and entered the history teacher's office.

By the time of class in the afternoon, the young public-funded student had already sketched out the general outline of the matter based on the information collected from various parties.

It can only be said that some things are better not to know than to know.

Whether it's the word 'slaughter', the suspicious double-headed ogres, or the so-called 'traces of the second-tier battle formation left at the scene', Zheng Qing's mood is now particularly bad.

"Excuse me for the 'super freshman hunters', please look up at the blackboard!"

On the podium, assistant teacher Hilda grabbed the pointer in her hand, tapped on the blackboard, reminded the few wizards who deserted in the back row of the classroom, and half-jokingly said: "...Although I know that you are the protagonists of today's practical class, and you are the main characters of the second class. The understanding of the high-level battle formation is deep enough, but before you share your experience on stage, I am still the lecturer of this class...so, be serious!"

There was a slightly mocking chuckle in the classroom.

Many students turned their heads and looked at the four wizards in the corner with envious and curious eyes—Zheng Qing looked at his nose and heart, sitting upright, but a flash of light flashed in his mind.

Combining the information collected by his companions, he suddenly understood why today's practical class was held in the classroom. Even though the school is very excited about the Trident Sword's coordination letter, it doesn't mean that they will ignore the risks brought about by the unknown Death event. Last year, just because of a riot caused by a group of sand bugs, the school canceled all classes for one afternoon and arranged for all lower grade students to enter the first hall for safety training.

It is already very slack to change the practical class to be conducted indoors now.

"Very good, now that the students who have deserted have come to their senses, let's continue to analyze the selection method of the magic power node in the second-level advanced change process of the first-order battle formation..."

On the podium, Hilda's teaching assistant changed her usual style and drew a large and complicated demonstration formation on the blackboard. The impact on work is positive and positive.

But Zheng Qing bets that more than half of the class can't keep their eyelids open.

You may have never taken such a boring practical class.

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ps, as can't display 'strikethrough', so I had to add the word 'crossed out' in brackets.