Monster Hunting High School

The morning in early May is no longer so cold.

There may still be a bit of coolness in the air, but the budding flowers on the branches and the chirping of birds in the woods shatter the coolness, giving people a little more courage to face life.

Jiang Yu still got up very early today.

But unlike in the past, today she did not put too much thought into her attire. Instead, like other students of Jiuyou Academy, she wore a bright red robe and a three-finger-wide black belt around her waist. There are no forbidden steps, no jade ornaments, no hairpins, and no long gloves made of crocodile silk.

This kind of overly sober dress is very rare for any witch from a noble family.

But today it is very necessary.

Because Jiang Yu promised Elena that today she would participate in a magic ceremony of the Gypsy witch as a supervisor. She had to ensure that no one at the ceremony could identify her because of her attire.

The curtains haven't been opened yet, so the light in the room is a little dim. Li Meng's slight snoring came from behind the tent, looking satisfied and comfortable. Normally at this time, Jiang Yu would unceremoniously pull open the curtains, lift Li Meng's quilt, let the cold wind and sunshine wake up the sleeping little witch, and then drag her to the library to do her homework.

But today, Jiang Yu pressed her fingers on the test tube containing pink blood in the corner of the dressing table, sighed slightly, and decided to give Li Meng a holiday.

"Just this once, never happen again."

The witch muttered silently to herself and stuffed the test tube into the compartment of her handbag. When she took her hand out, her fingers touched a cold metal in her handbag, making her shiver involuntarily.

It was a Beretta double-barreled rune gun. Although it looked a bit old, the formations on the gun body and the runes on the barrel were intact. It had also been maintained recently and was coated with holy oil. It felt good to the touch. Gives a very reliable feeling.

This rune gun was given to her by Elena yesterday afternoon.

Along with this rune gun, there was also a rune bullet with a bright red tip.

"Although we have made complete preparations, we must consider the unexpected under any circumstances." When the Gypsy Witch said these words, her tone was very relaxed, as if she was completely unaware of how terrible the content revealed in her words was: "If If the magic circle loses control, use this gun to attack the door in the center of the magic circle; if I lose control, use the gun to hit me... you know, that is the right choice."

"The rune bullets are specially made. This is the only one. You must seize the opportunity when using it."

Recalling this point, Jiang Yu seemed to feel that what her fingers touched was not the cold barrel of the gun, but hot coals, and she suddenly retracted her hand. His face looked a little pale in the dim light.

"Is it that dangerous?" Jiang Yu's face was also so pale yesterday afternoon when he was talking to Elena: "If it is really dangerous, can you be prepared before doing it? Don't make unnecessary sacrifices with your own life ”

"Preparation? Always prepare... Even the best diviner cannot always find the most suitable time to do something. And today's ceremony is actually part of 'preparation'. If it were that simple I have to keep putting off all my tasks, and there is never any possibility of success in what I want to do.”

Elena's answer was very serious, and her eyes were very determined - anyone who looked into her eyes could read her inner determination: "I am ready to sacrifice everything."

Jiang Yu could read in the eyes of the gypsy witch that even if she refused to provide the blood of the spirit witch, Elena and her companions would not interrupt the ritual, and the consequences of her refusal would be the backlash of the silence contract. , will only make the success rate of that ceremony drop even more.

This is destined to be a dance on the edge of a knife.

The witch took a deep breath, calmed down her chaotic thoughts, and raised her hand to look at the time.

Six o'clock in the morning.

She finally stopped hesitating, reached out and grabbed a red mask placed in the corner of the dressing table, stuffed it into her handbag, stood up and walked out of the dormitory. It was a smooth red mask. Except for a pair of eyes, there were no more decorations on the surface of the mask.

"boom."

The door of the dormitory closed softly, not loudly, but it unexpectedly disturbed a sleeping little witch.

"Huh? Did anyone go out just now?"

Li Meng, who had been sleeping in a mess, suddenly sat up, rubbed his eyes and murmured. Then she vaguely realized the dim light in the room:

"Well, my cousin hasn't woken me up yet... yet."

Before she finished speaking, the little witch flopped down on the bed again, seizing her precious weekend time to play chess with Duke Zhou again. The stuffed bear curled up in the corner of the little witch's bed, opened its mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but the moment it was about to speak, a white little foot came out of the bed and blocked its mouth viciously. .

The stuffed bear decisively chose to continue paralyzing.

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Also on this morning, in a small gray dormitory, Nicholas stopped writing pen of confession.

Compared with before, this room seemed much messier.

But the colors are also richer

A pot of lush green grass is placed on the desk, with some lazy fireflies lying on the thick leaves, shining with green light. The light bugs, who had worked hard all night, could only cast a light the size of a soybean, illuminating an area less than one foot around.

But it doesn't matter, the cold white light of the early morning has already passed through the narrow window and fallen into the room, providing the owner of the house with more abundant light.

Nicholas straightened the thick stack of letters on the table and stuffed them into a huge envelope.

Last night, he spent the whole night writing letters to his mother.

Repent for his recklessness, repent for his incompetence, repent for his sadness. Just like the situation he faced when he entered First University in his first year, when he heard the words coming out of the alpha student's mouth yesterday, he waved his fist without hesitation.

Originally, he thought that after two years of college life and the school's reprimands and punishments, he had matured and could face this situation and no longer lose control.

But the moment he punched his fist yesterday, he finally realized that he was wrong.

"No one can insult you in front of me."

"Even if I make a third choice, I will continue to shake my fist, mother." He wrote at the end of the letter: "You gave me my first life, let me be born; you also gave me This second life freed me and Liz from the life of a magician. I have nothing else to repay you with except my life.”

"May Merlin always bless you."