Monster Hunting High School

Dark clouds rolled overhead, like waves crashing down on the earth, which was suffocating.

A pale white stream of light cut through the night, shredded the thick black clouds, and fell on the open space in front of the Black Prison Castle. The heavy crackling sounds of the guardian knights wielding their spears could be faintly heard in the wind.

In the far distance, you can vaguely see the red light of stars, fleeting in the darkness, like shooting stars in the night sky. It was a prisoner wandering in the dark prison, secretly digging out the glimmer of magma beneath the ground.

Su Shijun folded his arms and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, frowning and looking at the monotonous and depressing scenery outside the window.

The large cloak hung down on the carpet, covering her slim figure and blocking two prying eyes.

Milton and William, one on the left and one on the right, stood behind the witch, showing hospitality and not caring about the witch's indifference. Su Shijun was a little helpless about this. She couldn't gouge out the eyes of two Yuexia Parliament members just because of such a trivial matter.

The witch cared more about the atmosphere in the prison than the buzzing noise in her ears.

She always felt that in addition to the darkness in this world, there was also an inexplicable sense of restraint, which was slowly recovering and growing stronger as time went by.

Make her feel like a bug caught in a spider's web.

From the time I first arrived in the Black Prison to now, this feeling of restraint has become stronger and stronger.

The four fox tails behind her were so intense that they were so tense that they solidified. The intuition from the great wizard reminded her wildly in her sea of ​​consciousness, telling her to stay away from this world. The witch didn't know whether this intuition was because of the dark prison or because of it. The war is about to break out.

"The calm before the storm."

Su Shijun felt the solemnity in the air, tightened the cloak around him, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked into the darkness with a hint of worry, thinking about the trouble in the school museum.

I don’t know if the leaked aura from another world has been blocked, or if the lost students have returned to school.

Especially the latter thing. After she was recruited by the school and entered the black prison, the only one who could take care of Poseidon was a certain irresponsible boy, but he ran to the dreamland at such a critical moment!

When she thought about this, the witch had the urge to gnash her teeth. She wanted to wrap up that brat with her tail and beat him on the ground seventeen or eighteen times.

It would be better to break all his bones and knock out all his teeth.

Thinking of this, the witch suddenly felt a little more relaxed, and the feeling of depression coming from the window also eased a little.

…

Different from Su Shijun who had a solemn expression.

Milton Cullen was currently thinking about how to please the goddess. He was standing behind the witch, chatting happily with William Talbot, each bragging about their prowess and bravery on the hunting ground, and showing off their hunting skills. Get. From time to time, he would also belittle his opponent to undermine his position in the heart of the witch.

It's just that Su Shijun's reaction has been very indifferent, and he doesn't seem to care at all about how he killed a wild goat during the hunt in Sanwei Mountain and turned its beautiful cape into a precious cloak.

Until he heard the witch's low sigh: "...the calm before the storm."

The vampire glanced out the window, feeling the depression in the air, and felt a little enlightened.

"Before the storm?"

Milton was fortunate to have had a deep conversation with his father before joining the war. At this moment, he could pick up the witch's words. He glanced at William Talbot, who looked a little confused, and felt a sense of pride in his heart, and then moved forward slightly. He took a small step, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said with a reserved smile: "No, the storm has already come... It's just that the raindrops fell in places that you and I can't see, and the storm raged in areas that you and I can't feel. ”

After saying this, Mr. Vampire gave himself a big thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

What a beautiful, poetic sentence.

It contains many rhetorical techniques such as metaphor, parallelism, and reference, transforming the reality originally full of blood and violence into an artistic conception as gentle as a clear spring and stream - this kind of exquisite method cannot be done by that smelly wolf cub. Arrive - thinking of this, Mr. Senator from the Cullen family had a hint of blush on his pale face, as if he was intoxicated by the wine in his hand.

William glanced at the vampire gloomily, and not to be outdone, he also took a small step forward.

Su Shijun rolled his eyes in his heart.

But she heard that there was something deeper in Milton's words, so she grabbed a somewhat irritable fox tail, stroked it comfortingly, frowned, and glanced at the vampire: "Has it started yet?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at the gloomy darkness outside the window, trying to expand her perception.

But even if she tied her consciousness into a thread and swept through most of the black prison, she still couldn't catch any trace of war. Including above the clouds and under the magma.

However, there were a few prisoners who were crawling in the darkest corners of the prison. They felt the small but vast spiritual thoughts and opened their blood-red eyes, greedily sucking in the fluctuations of the witch's thoughts coming from the cool wind.

Su Shijun retracted his gaze and looked at Milton again: "The war has started?"

Her tone was full of doubts, but it did not make Mr. Vampire opposite feel any pressure. On the contrary, he was very satisfied with the way the witch looked at him. It was pure with a hint of curiosity, just like the clear wine in the glass, exuding an aura of excitement. The intoxicating breath.

"We have not received any news of war." William Talbot refused to let Milton take the lead and questioned unceremoniously: "If war has already started, Shi Hui cannot let us stay in peace." In the lounge."

If it weren't for competition, Milton would have given this wolf cub a medal weighing a pound!

"Ahem," Mr. Vampire raised his glass and coughed lightly, with a reserved smile on his face: "It's not your fault... you are still young."

As he spoke, he raised his glass to Su Shijun: "Especially you, Su Su."

Su Shijun groaned and held down the second restless fox tail. At the same time, she secretly swore in her heart that if the vampire in front of her couldn't give a satisfactory explanation, she would definitely break his two little fangs!

"...You are still young," Milton said in a tone unique to old-school wizards: "You spend most of your time in the pure house and laboratory, practicing or doing experiments. The only thing you know about war is books... Let me guess. I'm guessing, except for "Big History" from Wizard Education Press, you have never read any books about magical wars?"

The witch glanced at the vampire.

Indeed, she has spent most of her life studying. The only few battles she has participated in, she was either in a state of absolutely crushing her opponents, or there were elders behind her. The scale of the battle was very small, and it could not be called a battle at all. war.

But such cowardly words cannot be said in front of other senators.

"Fighting and killing are the business of barbarians," Su Shijun raised his chin slightly proudly, revealing his beautiful neck: "My ancestors said that my mission is to continue on the path of the wizard and go further. "