Monster Hunting High School

The sunshine outside the window was dim, and the atmosphere in the lounge was depressing. The white ouroboros patterns on the black wall tiles seemed to particularly like this atmosphere. They originally stayed motionless on the wall tiles, but now they began to rotate quietly.

In the center of the lounge, on the coffee table, on the chessboard.

In Mike King Soprano's hand, a knight moved diagonally. Across the pawn on the opposite side was a cannon on the opposite side. Cole swallowed and looked at the cannon with some horror.

Rather than saying that he was staring at the cannon, it was better to say that he was staring at the Bible he was pressing.

Cole was horrified to find that the Ouroboros mark that was originally imprinted on his wrist was crawling off his wrist bit by bit as Serprano spoke. Without taking away a trace of flesh and blood, just an empty Ouroboros mark crawled down from the wizard's wrist and plunged into the cover of the Bible under his right hand.

Outside the chessboard, Seprano was still explaining his thoughts on playing chess unhurriedly:

"...As a horse, it cannot run too far. If it runs under the opponent's cannon like this, and is hit by a shot through the pawns, everything will be empty and nothing will be left."

"But, but, I, I didn't do anything, Your Excellency!" Student Cole's lips trembled, he murmured, and his tone was trembling. He noticed that only half of the tail of his Ouroboros brand was still hanging on his wrist. Most of the other body has been submerged in the cover of the Bible.

Soprano seemed not to notice the strangeness in the Bible, and turned a deaf ear to Cole's explanation.

"As a horse," the leader of the Cheung Kei Association stopped Cole from speaking with his eyes, and then said in a slightly more serious tone: "According to the rules, this chess piece cannot move in a straight line, because that is not its path. The rules It’s not allowed, and chess players don’t allow it. Just like me, when I play chess, I will never allow my chess pieces to run around on the board.”

While he was talking, a pawn on the edge of the chessboard moved one square horizontally. The fat on Seprano's cheeks shook, and with a flick of his hand, the unruly pawn was shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.

Cole swallowed hard.

At the same time, his right hand that was pressing on the Bible sank in little by little as Mr. Soprano spoke slowly. It was as if what he was pressing was not a hard-cover book, but a puddle of soft mud.

Or maybe it's a black hole.

"Tell me about what happened at Linzhong Lake last weekend." The leader of the Cheung Kei Association finally stopped torturing another 'chess player', suppressed the cold smile on his face, and looked at Cole expressionlessly: "I want to know why Friedman showed up at the venue with someone when Xiangqi was negotiating for the exclusive agency rights with the Fishman Tribe... You are the representative responsible for the negotiation of Xiangqi. I think, you Should know something."

Cole's face wrinkled up, like a rag that had been tightened, squeezing out a pool of snot and tears: "I swear, I don't know anything. I definitely never told anyone in 3A about this... Meeting arrangements The whole process is confidential, the time, location, and number of participants, I only told Iseni before starting at the last moment!”

Iseni is the young leader of the fish-man tribe, the main driver of negotiations with the Cheung Kei Society, and an unofficial member of the Ouroboros hunting team.

Andrew Taylor, who was standing in the corner of the lounge, heard Cole mention Iseni's name. He couldn't help but tremble, and his head hung lower.

Soprano frowned.

Because the Bible in front of him remained calm and did not react violently to Cole's answer. This means that what Cole said should be true.

If that's the case, then it's most likely that those stinking fishmen are behind this. This is not difficult to understand. After all, the degree of profit from long-term betting is much higher than hanging from a tree.

"A bunch of rats." Serprano snorted and crushed the horse chess piece in his hand.

"Do I need to warn those fish people?" A senior cadre of the Cheung Kei Association asked in a low voice next to him.

Soprano hesitated for a few seconds.

"No, let's take a look first and then talk." He shook his head, picked up another pawn again, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There is only one Linzhong Lake in First University, and there is only one fish-man tribe. It's like this It’s been so close for a long time, but now it’s easy to get beaten up.”

"It's not the fish-man we need to warn, but that Friedman guy."

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…

Also on this night, in the same depressing room, two groups of people were having an unpleasant conversation.

One of them was wearing a black robe, with a hood covering his face, making his face unclear. However, the silver triangular mark on his robe clearly showed that he was a representative of the First University.

On the other side of the room, there were a group of large rats about a foot tall, wearing vests of different colors and carrying a light carriage. Sitting on it was a fat but old rat. Judging from the description, it was the Rat Immortal.

"After the black tide, the five poisons breed in ten months." The representative of First University said in a rigid tone, with almost no emotion: "First University requires the Phuket Island rat tribe to do their best to clean up those pests."

"Humph." The beard at the corner of the Mouse Immortal's mouth trembled a few times, revealing a sarcastic smile: "If some people from the Alpha Academy had not used blood magic wantonly when dealing with the black tide, how could this year's five poisons have happened? Coming so early! Doesn’t Alpha intend to take the corresponding responsibility?”

The representative of the First University turned a deaf ear to the words of the Rat Immortal, and still said in the cold and rigid voice before: "...because the relevant projects have not been arranged in the annual budget, the Rat clan needs to raise relevant resources on its own, and it must not affect the normal operation of the First University. teaching order and environment.”

"I know." The Rat Immortal drooped his eyelids and agreed feebly. He completely lost the energy to ridicule before, and he didn't seem to have any intention of fighting for the interests of the Rat clan.

"One last thing, regarding the recent abnormal activities of the Rat Clan, the relevant departments hope that the Rat Clan can make a written explanation and submit it to the school for review." At this point, the school representative's tone showed a hint of hesitation for the first time, but soon he Covering up the past, he instead added: "Principal Shi believes that the Rat Clan needs to control the scope of its activities and its connections with forces outside the island."

"Vice Principal Shi." The Mouse Immortal corrected in a sharp voice: "The unknown old man is not dead yet! She has no other abilities, and she only uses one method after another to fight for power."

The school representative ignored the Mouse Immortal's scream and continued: "...In these aspects, Principal Shi believes that there is a consensus between you and the school."

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