Monster Hunting High School

North District of Beta Town, Gudiao Street.

Sakura Tavern.

On the second floor, in the lounge of the Gini Hut, in front of the bar.

A black cat hunched over, stuffed its front paws into the basin, and scrubbed its paws vigorously. The pink bubbles overflowed the edge of the basin and almost submerged half of the black cat's body, but it did not affect its selfless cleaning work at all.

Behind the bar, the two witches were laughing so hard that they couldn't help themselves.

"Don't all cats like to lick their paws to clean them? Have you tried licking your own paws just now?" Kolma wiped the corners of her eyes with a cup of Green Bee. After listening to Elena's story about what happened to the black cat, she burst into tears from laughing just now.

"What a nightmare." The gypsy witch shuddered and glanced at the black cat with pity: "I bet that the skinned toad must have been rotting there for more than a week."

"I suddenly want to have some canned herring." Colma said, and started to giggle again.

The black cat had a dark face and continued to rub its paws, not wanting to talk to them.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the Keeney Hut is the busiest time of the day. During the day, young magicians who went to collect in the Silent Forest, worked as servants in the alchemy workshops, stood on the streets as clowns, and hid in the docks as coolies appeared in the hall in twos and threes, and began to pray together and exchange experiences on learning 'magic'.

The black cat's hearing is very sensitive, and it can easily hear that most of the so-called 'magic' exchanged by the magicians does not touch the real power. At best, it is the sparks generated by the friction of the fingertips when snapping the fingers - those young magicians all We were excitedly discussing the different shapes of sparks that appeared when we rubbed our fingertips at different angles.

Serious discussants will also take notes on the spot, drawing different spark shapes, fingertip movements, angles, etc. in their notebooks.

This discovery made him feel even more depressed.

The two witches behind the bar didn't seem to notice the black cat's depressed mood. They laughed for a while before they stopped.

"Let's get down to business," Korma cleared her throat, glanced at the black cat who was looking at the paw with its paws raised, and lowered her voice slightly: "You all know the news on the paper crane, right?"

"I don't know." Black Cat replied angrily. He carefully looked at the pink and tender paws that had been washed, and the urge to lick them kept coming from the bottom of his heart, but his reason told him that no matter how clean he was, he could not lick the paws.

He's a wizard, not a real cat.

This conflicting feeling repeatedly clashed in Black Cat's heart, making him a little irritable.

The owner of the Gini Cabin blinked.

"Okay," the witch was very good-tempered tonight. She took out a low-quality enchantment charm from the drawer under the bar and slapped it on the table. A thin layer of light spread out, covering the two people and the cat. , and then she calmly said: "It's good news anyway, I don't mind saying it twice more."

She couldn't help but laugh again.

Black Cat glanced at her suspiciously, wondering whether to suggest that she go to the school hospital to have her brain checked.

"Mr. Hamster sent a letter today, saying that he has received our sincerity, so he sent us the exact location of that place." As she said that, Kolma spread her hands as if she were doing magic. He took out a small roll of parchment, about the thickness of a little finger and an inch long, tied with a black ribbon.

It took the black cat a while to realize who the 'Mr. Hamster' Kolma was talking about was.

"Sincerity?" His cat eyes widened in surprise, and he didn't care to continue to debate whether to lick his paws. With a little force on his limbs, he jumped from the floor to the bar.

The owner of the Gini Hut very cooperatively put his palm under the black cat's nose.

Black Cat sniffed.

Indeed, the parchment roll was filled with the smell of Ferrena.

But I haven’t told him the news yet? The black cat was puzzled in his heart, his eyes lingered on the two witches for a moment, and he asked: "In other words, which one of you told the hamster the news about Dr. Duzem?"

The smile on Kolma's face finally disappeared.

She and the Gypsy Witch looked at each other in confusion: "Isn't it you? The two of us have been investigating for a long time, but there has been no result. Then tonight, the hamster suddenly sent a message saying that a reply had been received... We always thought it was you before Tell it."

The black cat had a sullen face, hanging its tail and pacing back and forth on the long and narrow bar.

At this moment, he felt a thorn in his back - if neither of the two witches knew Duzem's whereabouts, and Fei Rui said he got the clue from the three of them, then there was no doubt that the news was leaked from him. of.

Maybe the hamster just left a tracking mark on itself, maybe Fei Rui sent a professional rat agent to track him, maybe it used itself as an anchor point to perform third-party divination and calculated the whereabouts of Dr. Duzem.

Zheng Qing didn't know which situation was worse.

He only knew that some of his secrets must have been exposed under the noses of Fei Rui and the Rat Immortal. If these two mice were a little greedy, maybe there would be some new information in the wandering wizard's archives that could be sold for money.

Zheng Qing felt like he had been stripped naked and thrown into the street naked. He finally understood where the wizard's mentality of attaching great importance to privacy came from. In a magical world, respect for privacy means respect for the wizard's own safety.

"Where is the secret place? Shall we go now?" Black Cat lingered on the table for a long time and finally asked.

Kolma stretched out her hand and scratched the base of the black cat's ears: "Don't always keep a straight face, you will get old easily... It's too late today, and there are classes tomorrow. I plan to go next Saturday morning, as usual. The time and meeting place will be notified later.”

"Okay." Elena said, "Do you need us to prepare anything else?"

"It would be great if you could borrow our little boyfriend's rune gun." Korma made a face at the gypsy witch: "Now there are rumors in the school that his rune gun was made by a legendary alchemist. That’s why we were able to shoot Serprano half to death... If we had his rune gun in hand, I believe our expedition would be safer."

Meow meow meow?

Black Cat looked at Korma with a question mark on his face.

Created by the legendary alchemist wizard? I do not know how. And what the hell is ‘our little boyfriend’? !

A blush appeared on Elena's face.

"His rune gun has been confiscated by the school." The Gypsy Witch politely rejected Kolma's suggestion and emphasized: "This matter has nothing to do with him, don't get him involved... He is not your man either. ticket."

Black Cat squatted next to Elena and sighed deeply.

He had been involved, though not intentionally.

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