Monster Hunting High School

Compared with other corners of Beta Town, the night in the North District seems particularly dark. Because there are rarely swarms of light bugs staying here. Even if a group of wild light bugs occasionally fly from the Silent Forest, they will be quickly captured by the poor magicians and sold to other areas of the town.

Not bad near the Gini Hut.

Because Kolma is there, Gu Diao Street is very lively now. Even though there is a lack of light bugs, many wizards in the North District have voluntarily donated their magic lanterns hidden at home to add a light to the promised land of the North District. .

But after leaving Gudiao Street, the two young wizards suddenly fell into a deep and shallow situation.

Fortunately, they are wizards.

What's bad is that as a boy, Zheng Qing has no way to take out his Dharma book and show off his talents at this critical moment. His Dharma book was still tied up with his belt and stuffed into the deepest part of the gray cloth bag.

So it was Jiang Yu who ended up casting the lighting spell.

"That moon was not tiny, and this day is not tiny!"

Jiang Yu held the Dharma book and recited the incantation. I saw a group of slender mushrooms lined up in a neat line, jumping out of the witch's book of laws, and the mushroom heads emitted golden fluorescence.

It was as if the primary school students after class broke up in formation immediately after leaving the school gate, and swarmed around them, filling the entire dark street in the blink of an eye. Blossoms of sunlight emerged from the heads of these mushroom creatures, like bubbles, floating swayingly into the air, and then shattered, scattering a small piece of golden light.

One sunbeam illuminates a square foot, and thousands of sunbeams illuminate an entire street.

The magicians in the North District who were accustomed to the dim environment at night shrank back into the shadows in panic, like hybrid vampires who only encountered sunlight. They stared with bloodshot eyes and looked uneasily at the streets full of sunshine and mushrooms. .

Abundant sunlight promotes the growth of these mushrooms, making them stronger and taller, and the sunlight they emit becomes larger and brighter.

Like the ravenous Ouroboros, these mushroom creatures are never satisfied. As long as there is still enough magic power flowing out of the Dharma book, they will dare to break through all the darkness and illuminate the infinite darkness.

The young wizards and witches stepped on the golden fragments of sunlight, with smiles on their faces and brisk steps.

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Oleg grabbed a bottle of Kraken Rum and staggered over from the other end of the street.

Wearing a shabby gray robe, he is tall and has thick hair. His broad chin is hidden under his fluffy beard. From a distance, he looks like a brown bear walking upright.

This is not a sarcastic remark - on the contrary, Oleg likes it very much when others praise him for looking like a bear - because according to the legend passed down from his grandfather's grandfather, their ancestors lived in the large forest to the west of Xianbelia. , has a trace of Slavic Ursine blood, and is blessed by the great forest.

"The Slavic Ursine is the most powerful warrior in the wizarding world." Every time he was drunk, he always liked to drag his companions and spray them with the smell of alcohol: "Every Slavic Ursine can challenge one person alone. The entire werewolf tribe! No doubt about it!”

As for why Oleg's branch ended up in Phuket Island, lost their precious Slavic Ursine blood, and ended up in the northern area of ​​Beta Town, he didn't know the specific process. But this does not affect his role as the eldest brother among the North District magicians.

Yes, brother.

Although without the Ursine blood, Oleg's magic talent is very poor, but his strong body and intimidating appearance, as well as the "blessing of the big forest" that may actually exist, allow this young magician to earn a living in the North District. Enough prestige.

He can carry a thousand kilograms of sacks in one breath and unload a full cargo ship in ten minutes; he can also carry flint and a woodcutter and wander in the silent forest for a whole week; he can also let the wizards run wild. Sometimes, stand in front of those weak companions so that they will suffer less harm.

But all this - the prestige accumulated over more than ten years - has been put in jeopardy in just two days.

"Gudu, Gudu."

Oleg raised his neck and drank a lot of Siren Rum. The spicy wine stung his eyes red, and the turbid wine dripped down his messy beard, staining his already somewhat worn gray robe.

Kraken Rum is one of the favorite drinks among North End jugglers. It is said that this kind of wine is brewed by the Kraken clan in the depths of the sea, using the blood of the Kraken mixed with aged seaweed - of course, this is just a beautiful lie fabricated by the unscrupulous wine merchants in the North District. In fact, the legend is only half right.

Kraken Rum does have aged seaweed in it. That's all. It is made from seaweed juice squeezed from seaweed as raw material through fermentation and distillation. But with the addition of the rumor of 'blood of the siren', it adds a bit of magic to this wine.

People from the North End like things related to magic the most.

This makes Kraken Rum a perennial bestseller in this community. The wine tastes very similar to Green Bee, a drink favored by wizards. Oleg had drank Green Bee, and he felt that the clear, green drink was like something a baby would drink, too soft and boring. This feeling gave him some inexplicable courage when facing the wizards outside the North District.

But courage is just courage.

The effects of courage pale in comparison to real magic.

Albon, that little French boy with beautiful golden curly hair, because he received a curse seal given by the great sage Colmar, he actually refused the job arranged by his employer in public today.

"I am already a wizard and cannot do this kind of work." Alban stood in front of his employer, trying to straighten up, holding a frog in his hand, trying to be braver: "Oleg, carry this kind of work." The hard work should be left to guys like Oleg.”

Albon has always been like this.

When doing things, I like to be sneaky and clever. When he goes to work every day, he always wears a worn Dharma book on his waist to show his difference from other magicians. It is said that the Dharma book has been passed down in their family for many years and is a real family heirloom.

It's just that until now, Alban is the only one left in the family, and he has never found a real owner for this Dharma book. Albon once approached the wizards who occasionally passed through the North District and tried to sell this book. But no wizard was willing to pay more than two silver cents.

This was a humiliation to the Albon family - the magician whose ancestors came from the Loire River cursed behind his back and put the book of law back into his belt dejectedly.

It's not like he didn't try to copy spells into this book. Every magic he learned in Gini's hut was copied very carefully into the book. But no spell could be used.

Until Sister Kolma put a black curse seal on his forehead.

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