Hunting High School

"Every 'Grand Arcana' has its own title. For example, the first-ranked Grand Arcana has the corresponding title of 'The Fool', the second-ranked 'Magician', and the third-ranked 'Magician'. Priestess'. Each of the twenty-two Major Arcana holds its own unique title."

"The 'Little Arcana' is divided into four major sequences according to different colleges. Jiuyou Academy belongs to the 'Scepter Sequence'; Alpha Academy belongs to the 'Star Coin Sequence'; Atlas Academy belongs to the 'Holy Grail Sequence'; The academy belongs to the 'sword sequence'. In addition to the sequence one to sequence ten, each sequence also has four special sequences of 'king', 'queen', 'knight' and 'squire'."

"Although the list changes every year, some positions basically remain the same." Xiao Xiao said, drawing a few horizontal lines on his notebook and pushing them in front of Zheng Qing.

"For example, the top three in the 'Grand Arcana' belong to our great principal and two vice principals respectively. The king in the 'Little Arcana' must belong to the student union chairman of the corresponding college. These positions are related to the corresponding identities Matching, almost never changes, is a kind of convention."

Zheng Qing looked at the nouns and order listed in Xiao Xiao's notebook, recalling his explanation just now.

"Just now they mentioned that the big brother of the wild monster in Daming Square is the Seventh Star Coin Sequence. That is to say, he is a small Arcana, and he was selected into the 'List of Persons with Special Influence on Alpha', and ranked seventh. That's what it means." Zheng Qing concluded.

Li Meng nodded again and again, showing a teachable expression of a child.

"Strange, I clearly remember that Fatty said that his big brother is a public servant of Atlas." Zheng Qing stared at Xiao Xiao's notebook, muttered softly, and scratched his hair.

He felt like his mind was a mess right now.

Across the dining table, Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows and picked up the orange juice in front of him.

...

The silver-white curtains were rolled up high. Outside the window, there is an endless sea of ​​rolling clouds. Pale golden sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, projecting on the floor of the restaurant, as if giving the floor a layer of orange glaze.

Stepping on this layer of glaze, a green elf ran in fear on the smooth floor, screaming. The pair of transparent wings on her back seemed to have been rubbed vigorously by someone, and the folds were broken.

In the cafeteria, the students walked back and forth casually, no one paying attention to this tiny guy under their feet. Until she ran into a little fox who was having fun.

The fox rubbed its pink nose against her face and looked at her curiously.

The elf stopped, hesitated, stretched out his slender hand, and scratched the little fox's ear.

The fox narrowed his eyes comfortably.

The elf jumped onto the fox's back and buried himself in its soft fur.

...

Lunch time is more than half past. Adhering to the principle of helping the wall to enter and helping the wall to exit when eating buffet, Zheng Qing and the others insisted on sitting at the dining table, waiting for the food in their stomachs to digest a little.

On the dining table, pigeons with snow-white feathers are cooing, picking up fragrant rice grains from the palm of the young master. The old tortoise huddled in its own shell, no matter how teased Xiao Xiao was, he would not stand up.

In order to let own pets eat more, these owners also worked hard.

Zheng Qing lazily leaned on the sofa and rubbed his stomach.

It is not good to eat too much, that is, it is inconvenient to move around. Zheng Qing felt that he was going to half lean on this sofa before getting off the plane.

"Where's your fox?" Li Meng kicked him across the dining table: "There are still a few small steaks, stuff them into its stomach quickly."

Zheng Qing wiped his greasy mouth with a paper towel, stuffed his fingers into his mouth, and whistled loudly. In his throat, a greasy belch surged up following the whistle.

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He quickly shut his mouth.

Not far away, the little fox ran back from the crowd.

"Little brat, where did you go!"

Zheng Qing grabbed the fox by its crest and carried it into his arms.

Then he found the trembling elf lying on the fox's back.

"There's an elf here that's injured!" He shouted at Xiao Xiao.

Li Meng dropped the white pigeon that was eating in his hands, jumped off the sofa and squeezed over: "Let me see, let me see! I know healing techniques, let me try!"

Pigeon Xiaobai made an angry cooing sound behind her.

...

"Stubborn wizards don't respect life like alchemy creatures, but they don't do such boring things either." Xiao Xiao brushed Poseidon's hair away and carefully looked at the injured elf with a serious expression: "This little thing Wing bruises are clearly human-induced."

The elf seemed to have been terribly frightened, and tightly grabbed the long hair on Poseidon's neck, buried his head in it, trembling, and refused to let go.

Li Meng took out a pure white feather from his own Xiaokun bag, and caressed the little guy affectionately.

Pigeon Xiaobai stood on Poseidon's head, cooing dissatisfiedly.

Shi Yuan little monk twisted the rosary silently, sat cross-legged in front of Poseidon, and prayed for the elf.

"It shouldn't be some dangerous person." Zheng Qing felt that the atmosphere was a bit dull, and comforted him: "Could it be some kid's prank? This little elf just got a little injured in his wings."

"But the question is, where are the other elves?" Xiao Xiao raised his head and looked at the entire restaurant carefully.

Zheng Qing was tongue-tied, and only then did he realize that it had been a long time since he had seen hordes of elves flying in the restaurant.

He glanced at the dining table not far away, and many empty dishes were still placed there; on the surrounding tables, used tableware and leftovers were mixed together, looking messy.

"Your question gives me an ominous feeling." Zheng Qing frowned, and pulled out a small gray cloth bag from his bosom. He clearly remembered that Li Meng just sneezed and squirted a little juice before, and a few elves rushed up to clean her up in a panic.

"The scent of the elf is so familiar." Li Meng originally buried her head on Poseidon's back, comforting the injured elf in a low voice. Suddenly raised his head and looked at the others: "You guys seem to have seen it somewhere before."

"Not a poodle," she added.

Zheng Qing forced a smile, leaned over, and smelled it.

He stood up, sniffing.

On the tip of the elf's broken wings, there was indeed a familiar fragrance.

"It's the flight attendant." He glanced at Li Meng with certainty, and said, "When she was doing our security check before, I was relatively close, and this smells exactly the same."

Li Meng coughed ambiguously twice, and looked at him narrowly.

"There may be some misunderstanding here." Zheng Qing pretended not to see Li Meng's smiling face, and turned to look at the other two companions: "Do you want to go over and ask?"

He pointed to the flight attendant lounge not far away.