Monster Hunting High School

After hearing Kolma's question, the gray-robed witch took a small breath, and it took a long time before she mustered up the courage to speak again.

But this time, her voice became much weaker, not as free and natural as before: "...I'm asking, do you want some Green Bee? Your face looks a little bad..."

She originally wanted to ask where Kolma's beautiful long silver hair was dyed and what the mysterious rune on her forehead meant, but when the words came to her lips, she involuntarily changed to another question.

Korma lowered her eyelids and tried hard to contain some of the aura escaping around her body. Although the magicians were not as uneasy as the school wizards when facing her because they were not sensitive enough to magic, they could also feel the increasingly oppressive atmosphere in the hall. This was not the outcome Kolma wanted.

The witch's self-restraint worked quickly.

The morning glory in the flowerpot was the first to react, quietly opening its petals and humming softly again:

"...

At the mercy of fate,

Fight back without overestimating your ability,

Till death do us part

…”

"Katherine, let's all assemble," the owner of the Gini House took a deep breath, his hair not blowing in the wind, and his eyes a little more determined: "I have an experiment that requires cooperation."

Catherine is the female juggler in gray robe and one of the jugglers with the highest "magic skills" in the Guini House. When Colma is not at the club, she will be responsible for the daily operation of the Guini House.

It is the duty of these magicians to cooperate with Kolma in doing some "grey experiments".

This is also the established rule of most similar clubs in the North District of Beta Town. After all, knowledge is priceless, and even if you do charity, it will never harm yourself or benefit others. However, compared to other clubs, the experiments conducted by Colma on weekdays are very mild, and there are very few unethical behaviors such as human body modification, species hybridization, soul analysis, and new magic human experiments.

The gray-robed witch immediately cheered up: "Copy that!"

Soon, the young magicians who had been sitting loosely in the hall gathered together and sat in a circle. Kolma was behind the bar preparing materials for later experiments, while Catherine presided over the ceremony.

"According to the requirements of the owner of the Gini Cabin, we are now selecting assistants for the seventy-ninth test." The girl in gray robe held a ponytail similar to Kolma's and carried an old piece of sinan. She walked to the center of the circle and looked around, her voice severe:

"The old rule is, whoever points to the handle of the spoon, it's his turn... If anyone wants to quit, it's still too late."

The people sitting around looked nervous, and a few girls were even trembling slightly, but no one left.

Because quitting means leaving the Gini Hut and losing the opportunity to learn magic knowledge for free, this is a consequence they cannot bear.

But everyone also knows the dangers of participating in magic experiments. Even though the magic experiments in the Gini Hut have always been known in the North District as being mild and with low negative effects, it does not mean that there are no risks. Just last month, a male juggler burned out his brain because of participating in a magic experiment, and was eventually sent by his family to work as a bonded worker in the Bilgewater Alchemy Workshop - it was an alchemy workshop run by goblins. Once you enter, you will use your remaining life. In exchange for copper coins, no one expects him to come out again, not even his family.

Korma knew these things.

She always knew.

But she didn't stop it, nor did she intend to. If she didn't change the weak spellcasting ability of the magicians, even if she saved a thousand bonded workers in the Bilgewater Alchemy Works, she wouldn't be able to save the one thousand and one.

As the saying goes, ‘It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish’.

This kind of story can only strengthen what she is doing now and the path she has chosen.

Si Nan was placed on a maroon high stool, and the shiny spoon that was being rubbed lay quietly on the smooth copper plate. Black oxidized copper and green patina were mixed together, filling the copper plate with many Tiny ravines. Those ravines are traces of formations and runes on Sinan.

Catherine twirled the spoon vigorously, then flew back to the edge of the circle and sat on an empty seat. She is also one of the magicians and needs to participate in this 'luck draw'.

Different from ordinary Sinan, this piece of Sinan is actually more appropriately called 'Si Qi', because it is not an instrument for measuring orientation, but an alchemical tool for measuring luck. It will look for the wizard with the most ‘luck’ in a specific period of time according to the user’s request. This is one of the reasons why Kolma’s experiment had less negative effects.

The magicians sat together, leaning on their hands, lowering their heads, and praying softly:

"We are all mortal..."

"From the moment you are born, you are heading towards death..."

"Those who travel far away..."

"Why not leave earlier..."

"Every moment of my life I am being looked down upon..."

"Only death can make us equal..."

"All roads in the world have been traveled..."

"Only the last stretch of pure snow remains, beckoning us behind the swamp of death..."

"It's my turn..."

"It's my turn..."

"It's my turn..."

At first, the prayer sounds were low and somewhat chaotic, but with the buzzing sound of the handle of Sinan's spoon, and as the prayers gradually cleared their minds of distracting thoughts, the prayer sounds became more orderly and louder.

Until the end, the sound waves echoed in this empty hall, shaking the door and window glass to buzz and tremble.

Kolma held a bowl of prepared concoction and stood outside the circle, quietly looking at the pious expressions of the young magicians. Compared with the increasingly intense sound waves, the originally undulating magic fluctuations around her became lighter and lighter. The strong wishes of her companions were like a tranquilizer, completely calming down the witch's heart.

finally.

The spinning spoon on Sinan's copper plate stopped.

Ding, a crisp sound came from the copper plate, and the originally loud prayer stopped abruptly.

Magicians can look up.

Some people bravely raised their heads and looked directly at Simon; some people kept their eyes closed when they raised their heads and were still praying softly in their mouths; some people did not dare to raise their heads and still leaned on their arms and clenched their fists against the Forehead, just prick up your ears and listen to the low-pitched exclamations of your companions next to you.

Catherine was certainly one of the bravest of the magicians.

She raised her head and opened her eyes, and then she saw Simon's slender spoon handle pointed directly between her eyebrows.

The young female magician stood up calmly and announced with a slight tremor in her voice:

"The selection of assistants for the seventy-ninth experiment has been completed."

"The elect, Katherine Stewart."

There was a low intake of breath around the circle, some were shocked, some were uneasy, and some were relieved. The high stools sitting under the jugglers made an ominous creaking sound. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the female juggler who stood up.

She held her head high, exposing her snow-white neck, like a brave swan.