Monster Hunting High School

Sensing the enthusiasm in the assistant's eyes, a smile flashed in the old wizard's eyes.

"Of course, this is conclusive... The great wizard being questioned today is none other than Ms. Su Shijun from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, a member of the Yuexia Parliament."

He tugged at his beard reservedly, but his tone soon became stern:

"I know that one of your friends is a fan of Congressman Su, but today is not a good opportunity to ask for autographs... The alliance is very strict about the management of experiments involving dimensions, and members of the Moon Council are absolutely prohibited. Su The trouble caused by the congressman may lead to her being expelled from the title of congressman..."

"But I heard that the experiment she conducted has been reported to the First University Professors' Joint Meeting." Another assistant to the questioning committee member bravely interrupted the old wizard.

The old wizard glanced at his colleague, a middle-aged witch with a round face, with an unhappy expression.

The witch patted her assistant's arm to signal her to shut up, and explained with a smile: "Experiments involving dimensions need to be approved by the Grand Wizards' Conference of the Alliance... Although the Joint Conference of Professors of the First University has some permission rights, But it does not have full approval authority, otherwise it would be meaningless for us to hold this inquiry.”

"It's meaningless in the first place," the male assistant who spoke first murmured in a low voice - perhaps in the hearts of young wizards, there will always be pursuits that are more important and better than interests or trade-offs - completely regardless of the changes in the old wizard's mind. He had a gloomy look on his face:

"Everyone knows that at the alliance's grand wizard meeting, grand wizards from the first university account for an absolute majority, and there is almost no record of proposals involving the school being rejected..."

"Ahem!"

A skinny member of the inquiry coughed violently. He covered his mouth as if he was going to cough out his lungs. The loud voice interrupted the male assistant's whispers and stopped a tragedy that might be coming at any time.

The round-faced witch glanced worriedly at the coughing wizard.

"James, are you sure it's okay to participate in today's questioning?" She flipped the Dharma book in her hand, and a light green stream of light fell softly on the skinny wizard. The coughing in the room suddenly became much quieter, and then she continued:

"We all know that you have a bad relationship with little Fitzl... This shouldn't be the reason for you not to buy his potion. If you don't mind, I can ask old Fitzl to come out and sit down."

Little Fizl is the owner of Fizl's Magic Potion Company, which is the largest potion manufacturer in the wizarding world and has many highly skilled healers.

"Ahem...hiss." The skinny wizard coughed twice for the last time, took the hot tea from the assistant behind him, drank a few sips, and then replied slowly: "Thank you for the soothing spell, I I feel much better, but I need to correct one thing. My bad relationship with Little Fizzel does not affect my purchase of Fizzel's potions... The only reason why I don't buy them is because of the quality of their potions. Too bad, not as good as the finished product I made with my toes.”

The assistant behind the round-faced witch seemed to find this statement very interesting, and laughed out loud.

This earned her a stern look from her boss and a satisfied nod from the wizened wizard.

"Instead of discussing those meaningless topics, let's talk about something serious." The skinny wizard put down the teacup, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes fell on the gray-haired old wizard: "Findley, this time' Have you participated in the Black Hell Cup's betting? Which team are you more optimistic about? I heard that the odds of the 'Flamingos' are a bit low."

The so-called 'Black Prison Cup' is not a hunting competition with a fixed period, but because of the recent incident in the Black Prison, many hunting teams gathered in that dark world. The organizers of the alliance's hunting competition sensed the business opportunities and organized Several temporary hunting matches were held, which were collectively referred to as the "Black Prison Cup" hunting matches by the outside world.

Since the hunting teams involved all belong to the new generation of young hunting teams, and the objects hunted in the hunting competition are all the "unstable elements" wandering around in the Black Prison, which is very helpful in maintaining the stability of the Black Prison, therefore First University received the alliance After providing a huge amount of 'sponsorship fee', they turned a blind eye and allowed those energetic young hunters to have fun in the dark prison.

When the conversation among the wizards turned to hunting, the round-faced witch shook her head helplessly and muttered something silently.

The old wizard tugged at his beard carelessly.

"The Hell Cup," he said in a somewhat reserved tone, "it's just an enlarged version of the 'Academy Cup'. The participating teams are all new-generation brats... Our family has been fans of the Central-Continent Hunting Group for five generations and we don't know how to watch it. Such a low-level game.”

"The competitions that flamingos can participate in are definitely not low-level competitions!" The skinny wizard seemed to feel a little offended and raised his tone slightly. This move immediately made him cough violently again, but he still insisted: "Ahem... Flamingos, ahem, flamingos are recognized as the top hunting team in the Mesozoic era, ahem! "

Noticing that the two colleagues started to argue over meaningless things, the witch sitting in the middle immediately began to smooth things over: "Whether it's the Flamingos or the Central-Europe Hunting Group, there are very powerful hunters. You can discuss it later. This topic... I just heard the sound of walking in the corridor, is it an illusion? "

As she spoke, she flipped through the book again and threw a soothing spell on the skinny wizard.

The light green light once again silenced the violent coughing sound.

The entire conference room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone listened for a long time, but never heard the so-called walking sound.

"Well, maybe I heard it wrong." The round-faced witch turned the quill in her hand, glanced sideways at a clock beside the conference table, and then looked back at her assistant: "As informed in the inquiry letter What time does it start?”

"Five o'clock in the morning." Her assistant flipped through the note board and replied firmly.

The round-faced witch glanced at the clock again and shook her head: "In other words, Congressman Su is already late... It is now 5:03 in the morning."

"Humph," the gray-haired old wizard sneered: "Time is the most important concept for wizards. The attitude towards time can completely reflect a wizard's character... Many young people always think that everyone in the world has their parents. Who knows? We should accommodate them everywhere, but we don’t know that most of the wizards abandoned by time have become grandsons.”

Behind the old wizard, the newly hired male assistant took down every word the boss said very carefully, including the last curse word.

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When Su Shijun opened the conference room door and walked in, he happened to hear the last few words.

She paused, thinking whether she should pretend she hadn't entered the door, or open the Dharma book and hit the old man's mouth with a small curse that would make his tongue stick to his jaw.