Monster Hunting High School

Katherine Stewart stood in the crowd, her heart trembling slightly. Her mind went blank. Even if you are fully prepared mentally, when it is your turn, this feeling is still disappointing.

Her father broke his leg in the Silent Forest some time ago, and her mother earned a hundred cartons and a copper at the dock in the North District. She also has two young brothers who count on her to bring scraps from the Keeney Hut. go home.

"Katherine's family needs her more, let me go." A male magician who usually had a crush on the girl in gray robe stood up and said tremblingly: "I still have a brother at home, he can take care of my parents."

The gray-robed female magician, Catherine, glanced at the rash young man gratefully and helplessly.

"This is not something you can decide." Outside the circle, the owner of the Gini Hut coldly and cruelly rejected the boy's request: "Every choice in the world has its reasons. All we can do is work hard after making the choice. do the best."

"It's okay, I can do it." Catherine took a deep breath and nodded to Colma.

Then she reached out and took off the headband from her hair, throwing it towards the rash young man: "Colin, if something unexpected happens, I hope you can..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped talking, looked at the floor blankly, and laughed dumbly.

"Help take care of my two younger brothers," she finally said what she had not finished saying: "...three months, just take care of them for three months."

After three months, my father's injured leg should be healed.

The girl thought silently, walked out of the circle of people quietly, came to the owner of the Gini hut, raised her head, and looked at her bravely:

"I am ready."

Behind her, the neat and low prayers of her companions came:

"May Merlin bless you, our sister."

Kolma held the prepared potion and motioned for others to leave the hall temporarily.

Until the last person leaves and closes the heavy wooden door, completely cutting off the noise and life.

The sunlight could not penetrate through the turbid glass, and the fireflies were all resting. Although it was daytime, the room felt strangely dim and quiet.

Korma looked at the female magician kneeling in front of her, moved her lips slightly, and said in a small and clear voice:

"Being born in the North District is our common sorrow. There are only two roads before you...either to be abandoned by the world in obscurity, or to adapt to the world and change yourself."

“This has always been the philosophy of Keeney Lodge.”

"Now I need you to repeat it again to make sure you agree with this idea in your heart."

The female magician in gray robe repeated Kolma's words in a low voice, and at the end, she added: "...This is my true thought. If there is an opportunity in front of me to get rid of my identity as a magician, no matter what, , I am willing to give it a try, there is still a glimmer of hope in the future.”

Korma thrust the medicine bowl into the conjurer's hand.

"The taste is a bit bitter." Catherine took the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then smacked her lips. Her face showed some relief, and she also regained some of her usual playfulness and boldness: "What kind of medicine is this? I feel my tongue I’m already feeling a little numb…”

"Tranquilizer." Korma glanced at the female magician, raised her hand to disperse the tables, chairs and benches around her, then lay on the ground and started carving the magic circle on the hard oak floor with her fingers.

While carving, he explained without looking back: "...Experiments that directly act on the soul are a very painful process. Reducing the intensity of your struggle in the magic circle can maximize the success rate of the experiment."

"...The tongue is the first part to lose feeling, then the cheeks, neck, internal organs, hands and feet...sight and hearing will be retained, ensuring that you always comply with the requirements of the magical ritual in your heart."

After outlining the general outline of the magic circle, Korma wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at his experimental assistant.

I saw a female magician in a gray robe with her head in her hands, kneeling quietly under the shadow of the bar, motionless.

Like a statue.

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There are nine schools and dormitories in the mountains.

403 dormitory.

The red sun hangs in the sky, and a warm breeze blows into the house through the narrow window cracks.

There was no one in the dormitory, and it was quiet. The curtain on Dylan's bed was blown up by the wind, revealing the dark coffin inside, and a slight snore could be heard faintly from the coffin.

The fat cat was curled up on Fatty Xin's pillow, snoring, the tip of its tail rising and falling slowly in the breeze, looking very comfortable. Several elves lay on its belly, wrapping their wings, and slept soundly together.

Suddenly, the warm wind subsided.

Tuantuan, who was taking a nap with his eyes squinted, twitched his ears and raised half of his eyelids.

Then it saw a familiar figure squatting on the edge of the desk not far away.

It's a civet.

He has a round face with golden eyes, gray fur, and a transparent ball floating on the side of his shoulder, with the faint shadow of a small tree inside.

The fat cat, who was always very excited to get out of bed, jumped up with his tail between his legs as soon as he saw the visitor from the corner of his eye. The little elves who were originally hanging on it for a 'lunch break' rolled down and landed on the fat man's soft quilt. Although they didn't fall unconscious, their nap was interrupted, and they all looked angry. stand up.

The fat cat quietly raised the tip of its tail and blocked the mouth of the elf with the loudest voice.

The yellow tabby was condescending, overlooking the fat cat's every move. It wasn't until the dormitory became quiet again that it asked in a rough voice: "Have you ever seen two mice? One is about the size of a fist, like a volleyball; the other usually sits there. On the wooden chariot, his face was wrinkled and he was out of breath while talking..."

Although this description is vague, it is very clear to those who know their identity.

Tuantuan sat up obediently and shook his head: "I haven't seen you before...I am very obedient and have always stayed in this dormitory!"

While speaking, it raised a paw and swore fiercely, as if it wanted to take out its heart and show it to the ancestor in front of it.

The elves were very interested in listening to the two tabby cats standing opposite each other and meowing to each other.

Some of them felt something familiar about the newly arrived yellow tabby, so they bravely flew over, landed on the tabby, and helped groom it.

Tuantuan felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

The ancestor, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about the actions of these elves. He just frowned and shook his ears, stopping one of the elves from rubbing its ears, and then nodded: "I know... next time I see that... You two rat cubs, remember to inform me that I’m going to peel off their rat skins...barks...barks!"

Before he finished speaking, the yellow-flowered civet flicked its tail, turned around and disappeared into the dormitory, leaving only intermittent lingering sounds in the air.