Monster Hunting High School

Compared to the Wandering Wizard's troubles which only lie in the possible search warrant from Dan Hager and the smashed ceiling and glass windows of the Wandering Bar, the Rat Fairy's troubles are much more complicated.

Its lover is imprisoned in the depths of the Black Prison.

Its children are lost in the corners of the mirror world.

Year after year, it wastes half a year locking itself in the laboratory, looking for the antidote for his wife, and then spends the remaining half a year traveling around every corner of the mirror world, looking for traces of Juice.

But there was still no result.

Until he learned from an old friend that an ancient tree in the black prison was about to bloom.

This is an opportunity.

The Rat Immortal told himself. The fruit of that ancient tree not only helped him go further on the path of magic, but the turmoil caused by the fruit also allowed him to see the dawn of rescuing his wife.

The First University has many favors for it, but now it has to choose to betray the school - such as making a deal with the Dark Council and Terry Duzem - although in its view, its choice is only some kind of disagreement with the school. , but it believes that in the eyes of Shi Hui or Ruoyu, it is betrayal.

All kinds of complicated emotions were mixed together, making the Rat Immortal feel painful.

Especially last night, it dreamed of juice again.

The daughter screamed and stumbled down a dark corridor, calling for her mother, with tears falling all over the floor. The black mist like a tide chased behind her, and there were disturbing sounds of chewing and unruly laughter in the mist.

After being awakened, the Rat Immortal put down his work and came to Wandering Bar at the risk of being caught by the civet.

The wandering wizard has a home-brewed wine, Golden Years, which can make people forget the troubles of the world and retrieve the most beautiful memories in the drunken life and dreams.

Now it needs those memories.

That could revive it.

But as I drank and drank, the bottle of golden years was emptied and replaced with a more mellow and powerful amber light. Beautiful memories can no longer save it from slowly sinking into the quagmire.

It requires stronger anesthesia.

…

Regarding the Mouse Fairy's suggestion that he could dig a hole and hide in it, the wandering wizard just put on his pointed hat again and pulled up the brim to show respect.

"You're a mouse, of course you can do that."

The owner of Wandering Bar spoke the ugly truth with a slightly sarcastic tone: "But you are also a wizard... Burying your head in the sand is the way of an ostrich. Besides, a mouse's brain should be bigger than an ostrich's."

The Rat Immortal drank wine without making a sound.

After pausing for a moment, the wandering wizard slowed down and continued: "Accidents always happen in this world. Let's take off our hats and observe a few seconds of silence. Then we put on our hats and life goes on..."

"Like you just did?" The big mouse finally spoke again, his voice full of ridicule.

The wandering wizard pretended not to hear the sarcasm in its tone, but continued to make chicken soup: "I remember a singer, a guy named Xin or something, said, 'Treat every day as the last day of your life, and one day you will achieve your dreams. That’s true, but I prefer to interpret it from another angle.”

"Many people have procrastination and like to put off today's things until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and on... So why can't you put off your bad mood for another day before it attacks again? 'Oh, I just want to work now, there will be tomorrow It's time to be depressed. You have more important things to focus on now. Don't let that bad mood bring you more bad future. Maybe you can drag that badness until the day you go to the grave... "

The Rat Immortal finally put down the bottle.

He stared at his round eyes, and the beard at the corner of his mouth curled up a few times, showing a bit of dissatisfaction: "People often say that peace is rare after death... Do you want me to have no peace of mind after death?"

"We have a good relationship with Death." The wandering wizard winked at it.

"Shit." The Rat Immortal bit the wine bottle, took a few sips of wine, and muttered: "A certain old guy even said that he had an affair with the goddess of fate... and I didn't see fate favoring him!"

If that didn't count as favor, the wandering wizard moved his lips silently, wanting to refute, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.

No need to argue with a drunk.

But the Rat Immortal came to talk, waving his short arms, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have relaxed a lot:

"Do you know? Destiny has nothing to do with us!... Life is always full of variables. Just like me, I was born, entered the First University to study, got married, had children, stayed in school, did experiments... life seems to be a blur. The running rhinoceros has a clear goal and a clear future.”

"Suddenly, the rhino tilted its neck and glanced to the side."

"The whole world has become completely different...I became a mouse, without children, without a wife, only a group of newly created mouse families...Although I can still do experiments as before. But you know, there are What's different...Have you ever tried to look up at the sky from a new perspective every day when you pass by?"

Then its bottle was empty.

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

"Do you want to change the wine to another flavor?" The wandering wizard saw the Rat Immortal holding the wine bottle. He felt a little sorry for his own Amber Light and asked proactively: "What kind of wine do you want to drink? I can help you find it."

"I want to drink wine that goes back to the past."

"Magic can help you go back to the past, but wine can't." The wandering wizard shook his head, pulled out a well-covered Kraken Rum from the wine kitchen behind him, and stuffed it into the hands of the Rat Fairy: "Wine can only relieve your short-term pain. . When you take the first sip, the wine will help you, allowing you to take the second sip, and the third sip... Then slowly, you will be swallowed up by the illusion created by Dionysus... He allows you to see the past, and No more fragrant than a pillow of yellow rice."

The Rat Immortal bit off the cork of the Kraken Rum bottle and drank a few sips.

"This is the tears of God! This is the blood of the devil!" it shouted, as if every bite was helping it transcend the shackles of the real spirit: "This is the antidote! An antidote more powerful than any snake oil. ! Pain is a dirty prison, and this..."

It raised the wine bottle in its hand, and some light blue wine spilled out:

"And this! It's a paintbrush! It can make that dirty prison beautiful and clean...just like it was at the beginning."

"But that's not true." The wandering wizard said softly: "A prison is still a prison after all."

"What's the difference between real and fake?" Light blue wine dripped from the corner of Mouse Immortal's mouth, but his expression was calmer than a few minutes ago: "This world is originally a prison."

The wandering wizard looked at it, and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally.

"Although I am the owner of this bar." He laughed dryly: "But I must admit that in a sense, you are more suitable to open a bar than me."