Monster Hunting High School

"Want something to drink?"

"For example, Green Hornet, Amber Light...or Siren Rum, a specialty of the North District?"

Kolma got up, came to the bar, took out several large and small wine bottles and a clean wine glass, pushed it in front of Ju Si, and then raised a wine bottle filled with blue liquid in his hand:

“Personally, I recommend Kraken Rum. It doesn’t taste good but has a rich flavor. It’s very suitable for drunken customers at night... Of course, if you want something a little more sophisticated, we can also provide the 1987 Amber Light here. It’s just that the price is proportional to its style and will be a little higher.”

As she spoke, she raised another bottle.

Then when her finger touched the third bottle, she suddenly paused on the spot, tilted her head, and looked at Zhu Si suspiciously: "Wait... If I remember correctly, you are in a special state now... can you drink?"

"cannot."

Zhu Si finally spoke and said the first thing he said after entering the door: "Juice is very good. I like drinking juice... It would be even better if there is orange juice."

"I like juice, too."

Kolma's eyes suddenly became gentler. Looking at the witch in front of her, she seemed to see the chubby mouse crawling out of the mirror again and clumsily apologizing to her.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice and a large glass came clanking along the smooth bar.

The orange juice seems to have been heated, evaporating into a very light mist under the bright light of the magic candle, exuding an alluring aroma.

Zhu Si's nose shrank slightly and his eyebrows were raised in surprise. After taking the cup and taking a sip, he finally confirmed: "This is juice with haoma grass juice...made with calamus dew?"

Haoma grass can strengthen the wizard's ability to communicate with nature and is a powerful magic amplification herb; while calamus dew is a special offering in late autumn and has the effect of clearing the mind and improving eyesight.

This glass of juice is no cheaper than the bottle of Amber Light, the guest thought with a little distress.

"As worthy of being His daughter."

The great wizard of the North District admired and raised the wine glass in his hand to indicate slightly: "...and like him, everyone likes to be uninvited guests."

Zhu Si narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up and down at the legendary youngest wizard.

Before entering, she didn't know that Kolma had some connections with her father. This gave her a subtle illusion, as if tonight's inspiration was artificially created.

Perhaps noticing the inquiring eyes of the guests, the owner of the Sakura Tavern shook his head: "Don't ask me... I don't know where He is now. The alliance and the school care more about this matter than you."

That's the bad thing about chatting with great wizards, they can always easily understand what you haven't said yet.

Zhu Si retracted his gaze, rubbed the cup of warm juice in his hand, and after a long while, he casually asked: "...how did you meet?"

"How do we know..."

Kolma took a deep breath, looked over the guests' shoulders, and landed on the dark night sky outside the tavern. It seemed as if she saw the little girl who was crying and walked in the silent forest for a day after getting lost, and saw the clumsy girl. The big mouse comforting himself.

She retracted her gaze, looked at Zhu Si, and smiled softly: "...This is a quite long story."

Zhu Si shrugged: "It's okay. There isn't much else after becoming an adult, except that I have a lot more free time...and there's a lot of juice tonight."

The candlelight trembled slightly, swaying into a long shadow.

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"Shhh... there are actually other people watching here."

Not far from the courtyard at No. 33 Gudiao Street, at that secret corner, the two wizards who followed Zhu Si to the North District suddenly noticed a familiar figure - he had passed by them twice before carrying a bag of frogs. .

"This is the third time he's been here."

The leader in black robe looked at the passerby who was carrying a frog and walking in a hurry, looking left and right as he gradually approached Courtyard No. 33. He curled his lips and whispered to his companions: "The people in the Gini Hut are still too young... They didn't even catch such a rough eye." I found out...I think we both made a fuss out of a molehill."

He was referring to the high-level magic that the two wasted in order to hide.

There is nothing more heartbreaking than wasting your precious magic and energy in boring waiting, cold nights, and deserted corners.

In contrast, his companions behaved more cautiously.

"not sure."

Another wizard considered it, sizing up the 'familiar stranger' who was gradually approaching, and suddenly his eyes narrowed: "Wait, there is someone behind him this time?"

The leader also noticed this, immediately put away his previous relaxation, held his breath and shrank deeper into the shadow of the corner. The sound of hurried footsteps in the night was very clear, messy and disorganized.

Along with the footsteps, what became clearer was the urgent and slightly sharp voice of the passerby carrying a bag of frogs: "...it can't be wrong, it is definitely big news...I saw it in the memo book you gave me. The portrait of the witch says that she has some kind of relationship with the Rat Man... Think about it, the Wizard of the North District joins forces with the Rat Man! Ms. Pulitzer will like this explosive point!"

"Shut up!"

Following the passerby was a tall and thin wizard, wearing a black robe, his face also hidden under a wide hood. Hearing the passerby's gibberish that seemed to be carried away by excitement, he interrupted sharply: "No ma'am! No news! You're just a juggler who wants to be a wizard from the North End! How many times do I have to tell you before you remember who you are?"

This severity obviously frightened the passerby.

He staggered on his feet, and the bag carrying the frogs hit the billboard nearby. The frogs in the bag that were already semi-dormant woke up again from the impact, and they all raised their throats and lamented their unfortunate fate.

For a moment, the originally empty and dead streets seemed much livelier.

"Hug, sorry!"

The passerby stammered an apology while throwing half a pill of coma medicine into the bag. Finally, he mumbled and whispered: "I, I'm just too happy...I'm not a magician."

The street fell into silence again.

The tall and lanky wizard stood not far from No. 33 Gudiao Street and looked around for a moment. Finally, he chose the corner next to the grocery store and walked over with the passerby carrying a bag of frogs.

"Hide better, don't be discovered by people in the tavern." The tall and thin wizard hid in the shadows and reprimanded in a low voice: "...If the person who comes out later is not that person, your bonus this month will be halved!"

As he spoke, he took out an old-fashioned camera from his arms. Taking advantage of the dim light on the street, he carefully adjusted the magic spell on the camera and wiped the lens clean.

The passerby looked sadly, holding his bag of frogs and staring nervously at the door of the Sakura Tavern.

Neither of them noticed that a few steps behind them, in the thicker shadows, there were two wizards trying to hold their breath, praying that the hidden magic around them would not fail.