Monster Hunting High School

Beta Town, pedestrian street.

Wandering bar.

In a secret reception room on the second floor.

Soprano stood behind the small bar and picked a bottle from the bartender behind him. The bottle contained a grass-green liquid. Even without heating, it was still bubbling.

The reception room is not large in area, but it is well-equipped with black date wood wine and kitchen, exquisite bar counter, glass coffee table, large dragon leather sofa, Persian shag carpet, and high-quality dragon blood vine hanging between the wall and ceiling. Fireflies.

Compared with the light bugs outside the living room, the light bugs here are much stronger in size and brightness. Moreover, they are quieter and know how to lie down on the spot and suck the vine juice. They will not crawl around on the tree vines and affect the lighting effect.

Soprano was entertaining a guest.

Behind the glass coffee table is classmate Arthur Ness who is fidgeting at the moment.

Although many people in the school thought Arthur Ness was a fool - in fact he was only slightly 'reckless' - that didn't mean he had no brains.

As an old student who has been at First University for two years, and as the heir of a small family, Arthur Ness may not have much talent in magic, but he has a very keen sense of smell in some aspects.

For example, self-positioning.

It is true that he sometimes feels that he is still a figure, but this confidence is mainly aimed at those wizards with no background, or those who have just entered school for more than half a year. Even if he stumbled on Zheng Qing twice in a row, it did not consume much of his confidence.

Because there are only a few students like Zheng Qing after all - how many students will be included in the Major Arcana list by the magic wand in the first grade? For hundreds of years, there hasn't been one.

Therefore, there is no shame in falling under Zheng Qing's hands.

Arthur Ness also has a very clear positioning of himself: less than above, more than below, the ‘middle class’ of the wizarding world. To use a more vivid metaphor, he is probably like a 'country squire' or 'minor official' in an ancient feudal dynasty. He can rely on the needs of the 'ruling class', but he is definitely not a 'ruling class'.

The 'ruling class' here, placed at the First University, is the small group of students of Lei Zhe, Augustus, and the three heroes of will, Friedman and Soprano.

It is precisely because of this 'self-knowledge' that Arthur Ness is restless at this moment.

Because he didn't know what the famous Cheung Kei Club leader, Mike King Soprano, wanted to do when he called him into this reception room. Theoretically, he didn't have the capital to be Seprano's guest, nor did he have the capital to let Seprano personally mix drinks for him. If it were Sir Friedman, perhaps he could have such dignity.

In addition, although both were students at the Alpha Academy, Arthur was Sir Friedman's man from the beginning, and the students in the castle knew this.

What if Soprano wants to betray the Jazz?

Thinking of this possibility, Arthur Ness couldn't help but feel a sense of depression. On the one hand, he was excited that he could gain such 'favor' from Soprano; on the other hand, he was also terrified of his abilities. He feels that he is not the kind of guy who can be a 'cham'.

He couldn't help but curse Kitano Gen in his heart. If it weren't for the wizard from a ninja family who wanted to sell something in the Wandering Bar, he wouldn't have followed him, and naturally he wouldn't have been caught by Serprano.

Speaking of which, Arthur Ness vaguely remembered that Kitano Gen had a brother named Kitano Kiri, who seemed to be a subordinate of Serprano. For some reason, he owed a large sum of money to the Cheung Kei Association, which caused Kitano Gen to follow him in recent days. Very tight.

Is this why Soprano detained himself here? Then he must clarify that Kitano Yuan is just his subordinate, and his debt has nothing to do with him.

While Arthur Ness was thinking wildly, Serprano, who was standing behind the small bar, was not idle either.

He poured the bottle of bubbling green wine into two transparent glass wine glasses, took out the dry short-handled stainless steel colander from the cupboard, placed it on the wine glass, and then placed a white square in the middle of the colander. sugar.

Then the Fat Wizard stuffed the two wine glasses under a tall glass drip pot placed at the end of the bar, and unscrewed the two small faucets at the base of the drip pot.

The ice water in the pot fell slowly drop by drop under the influence of gravity, soaking the white sugar cubes and slowly seeping into the wine glass under the sugar. The bubbling green wine turned layer upon layer of fish belly white under the stimulation of the ice water.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

Soprano's slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in this small reception room, startling Arthur Ness who was thinking randomly, and he sat upright immediately.

"I have no money!" he shouted reflexively.

The fat wizard glanced at him in surprise: "I didn't want to ask for your money... I just invited you to come up and have a drink. I also listened to the chatter of a senior Alpha."

Arthur Ness just realized what he had just said. He was immediately ashamed and closed his mouth tightly.

Soprano twitched the corners of his mouth, unbuttoned his collar, and twisted his neck.

He felt that the air in the room was a little stuffy:

"I don't like Green Hornet because it's too frivolous."

"I don't like amber light either, because it's too precious... I'm a layman, a layman who is incompatible with Alphaburg."

"Although you are not from the Cheung Kei Association, as a second-year student, you must know my ideals."

"The Blood Friends need to change, Alpha needs to change, and our wizarding world also needs to change."

"Change is not the sweet and sour green wasp, nor is it the richness of amber light. Change is a bitter, unpalatable glass of absinthe."

"That's why I like this wine."

The ice water in the dripping pot dripped faster and faster, and the absinthe in the two wine glasses gradually turned milky white. Soprano snapped his fingers, igniting the last cluster of sugar in the spoon, then tilted the spoon and stirred it straight into the milky white liquor.

"...Actually, I prefer the rough way of drinking of Bohemians," Serprano pushed a glass of prepared absinthe in front of Arthur Ness: "But since we are treating guests today, it is natural that we need to A little more solemn."

"hope you do not mind."

Arthur Ness held the wine glass and shook his head crazily, fearing that if he moved a little slower, Serprano would think he minded.

The fat wizard twitched the corner of his mouth again, took out the spoon from the cup, and knocked on the wooden bar table. While knocking, he chanted softly to the rhythm of the knock:

"Albertson, Albertson, those little green elves."

"Dancing on the ice and being wild in the wine."

"Indulge their deepest desires and pursuits."

"Unbridled by the fiery passion deep within their contents..."