Monster Hunting High School

Several similar but completely different sounds came from the newly opened mouths on the tentacles, echoing in the ears of the young wizards at the same time, appearing muddy and noisy. At the same time, those dark eyes were grunting aimlessly, making the noise a little more strange.

Zheng Qing refused to believe a word of what this tentacle said.

As the old-school wizards used to say, 'If you can't see where its brain is, never trust it to think, and don't trust everything it says. ’

Zheng Qing didn't think there was a brain on this tentacle.

And he never saw where the brain of the old house owner behind the door was.

"Patients usually think that they are not sick, so just thinking that you are stable doesn't mean anything." The young public-funded student implicitly but resolutely rejected the tentacle's plan to continue to sit in on the hunting team meeting, pointing with a rune gun and signaling It retracted behind the door: "Besides...if you don't mind, we hope to have a little private space."

"I just came out to see if the soup was ready." The tentacle retracted the eyes and mouth that had just grown on it very politely, and retracted it calmly.

When passing by the crucible, the tentacles reached into the mushroom soup again and stirred it.

The sound of gurgling soup was silent for a moment, and then sounded quietly again. There was an alluring smell in the air, the aroma of mushrooms and meat mixed together.

Zheng Qing looked away with a straight face, trying his best to block the rustling sound that was about to sound behind the door. He was very curious as to why the owner of the old house had such a deep obsession with mushroom soup.

He was also curious whether the boiled tentacle would be chewed and eaten by the owner of the old house when it returned to the door.

After all, it looks delicious and should be almost done.

The wizard shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of those horrifying thoughts in his mind. He felt that he should also drink a bottle of Lourdes holy water to wash away the bad luck in his head.

"...Although I don't agree with what he said, I must admit that what he said makes sense." Xiao Xiao cleared his throat and reopened the meeting in the small circle: "The risk of using the Forgetting Curse is too great, we can't afford it."

"Even if we can afford it, which one of us has the ability to erase a certain memory of a great wizard?" Zheng Qing agreed with the doctor's point of view and gave up the idea: "The possibility of beating him into an idiot is higher. a little."

"Physical forgetting method?" Xiao Xiao pinched his chin thoughtfully and nodded: "It can indeed be included in the options... The only disadvantage is that this method is too uncertain - which part of the memory There is uncertainty in the uncertainty of being eliminated, as well as the backlash when the operation is eliminated.”

This suggestion unexpectedly triggered a heated discussion in the small circle.

"The fat man just needs to make his fist a little bigger, then grab a rock from the mountain and hit it with all his strength."

"...I doubt if his head still has the option of dizziness."

"Don't be a coward... Never act like a weakling in front of the enemy. That will make you lose your last hope of victory. We are the hunters of forgiveness! We are students of the First University! We are invincible!"

"Sounds really encouraging." Fatty Xin commented absentmindedly: "But we have to come up with a comprehensive plan... After all, we are also students of the First University, not minotaurs whose muscles have grown into their brains."

Zhang Jixin raised a finger and waved it in front of the fat man's nose: "Don't pretend to be smart in front of the dark wizard. Be stupid and just take action. That's the smartest way."

The fat man was unmoved and still tried to use his brain: "Then what do you think we directly discuss with him about knocking him out? This is also for his own good."

"What a good idea." The red-faced wizard glanced at the black crucible not far away: "If you are willing to be thrown into the crucible by him and take a hot bath with the mushrooms... If you are lucky, you can still be mature. Help us fish out the golden bean before."

"According to the general memory principle, the more profound the memory, the less likely it is to be erased." Jiang Yu also joined the discussion, but she was not optimistic about this reckless suggestion: "Even if he doesn't resist... we beat him until he has amnesia. , I don’t think those memories from the stars will be erased, on the contrary, they will completely descend into this world due to the loss of conscious control.”

"Become a true starry sky dependent." Xiao Xiao nodded: "This is indeed a very possible thing to happen."

Zheng Qing listened to these increasingly weird conversations, and finally couldn't help but speak out, interrupting the discussion among several teammates.

"Are you all serious?" The young public-funded student opened his eyes wide, looked at the doctor, and then looked at the others: "I was just joking!"

"But we are not." Zhang Jixin glanced at the wizard in surprise, as if curious that he would joke about such a thing: "We are very serious."

"As long as there is a one in 10,000 possibility, this suggestion is not a joke." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and added with a serious expression: "...We need to grasp as many possibilities as possible."

With that said, the diviner of the Exoneration Hunting Team wrote down the second plan on the parchment, the physical amnesia technique, briefly described the contents of the plan, and drew a pentagram after the plan.

Zheng Qing saw two five-pointed stars drawn behind the first plan, 'Forgetting Curse'.

It seems that those five-pointed stars should represent the difficulty of executing the plan.

Then the quill pen wrote the words 'Plan 3'.

"Do you have any other suggestions?" Xiao Xiao looked around, especially looking at Nikita: "Anyone can give any suggestions... We are now a whole. We share weal and woe."

The banshee lowered her eyelids and covered her scarlet eyes, pretending not to see the questioning look in the little wizard's eyes.

She wished these young wizards could not find their way home.

There was a brief silence in the small courtyard. This time, there was no sound of the young wizards breathing heavily, the sound of ampoule caps being pulled off, nor the sound of the old house owner rustling his tentacles behind the door.

Everyone could only hear the mushroom soup boiling in the crucible, and the slight crackling sound of bubbles colliding with the pottery wall.

Fatty Xin let out a light sigh.

"Hey, how could I forget this." He turned over his watch and took out a small jar of clear liquid: "Veritaserum can make a wizard lose consciousness and then fall into a special state of sedation... and this."

As he spoke, he swiped the menu projected by his watch, and soon another small bottle appeared, which also contained some clear liquid.

"The peaceful whiskey, the neutralizer that eliminates all conflicts - the water of La Plata." He raised the small bottle in his hand as if toasting to the air: "Now, all I need is a little Tochi flower. "