Monster Hunting High School

Gua!

A hoarse, harsh voice interrupted the conversation between the two wizards.

A crow emerged from the shadow of Professor Monteria's robe, flapping its wings and jumping around. It got on the coffee table and poked its head at the orange-honey-colored wine in the cup.

The wandering wizard nodded to the crow in a friendly manner.

Then he looked at Professor Monteria again and continued the previous conversation: "Mercy? There is no mercy in the black prison... The greater possibility is that after you were declared corrupt by Dan Hager, you were thrown into the black prison, and then spent a long time in the black prison. Time gradually turns into a pile of dead bones... I mean after the new black prison is established. "

After the war, the old Black Prison was revitalized and no longer suitable for use as an Alliance prison. The First University and the Grand Wizard Conference were selecting a suitable world of death to transform into a new Black Prison.

Professor Monteria crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, and replied softly: "The depravity that was pronounced is not the real depravity. Even if I am in black prison, my spirit is still free and pure."

"Many fallen wizards said the same thing before they were imprisoned in the Black Prison."

The wandering wizard put his hand on the wine glass, chasing the crow on the coffee table with his eyes, and collected his thoughts: "Of course, we won't let this happen - no matter how 'merciful' it is - you won't be stupid enough. Even if I touch the red line of the school, I will not have the heart to abandon this bar that has been soaked in half of my life... It is like my child. Who would abandon their child and wander around? "

This is the third time he has emphasized ‘principles’ or similar concepts.

The box was quiet for a while.

After Professor Monteria resisted the bar owner’s insistence—or verbosity—with silence for a moment, it was the realist who finally raised his hands to the idealist.

"Alright alright."

The wandering wizard raised his wine glass to the drinking crow on the table: "I just want to say, rather than being declared by a therapist that I have dragon disease syphilis, I would rather be pressed by a legendary wizard with his little finger. It would be easier to die that way, you know what I mean."

Gua!

The crow let out a hoarse mocking cry.

This ridicule woke up the silent professor, who seemed to have just realized what the wandering wizard had said.

"If there is any risk that you will be infected with dragon disease syphilis, I will warn you in advance." The professor said: "But I also remind you that we have long lost the possibility of simple and easy death. ”

"If you see through it or don't tell it, we are still friends."

"The concept of friends is too luxurious." The professor lowered his eyelids, stretched out two skinny fingers, stroked a feather that exploded on the back of the crow's neck, and replied in a low voice: "For people like us, even if It is a very fragile relationship, and it requires special courage and strength to maintain... We have enemies on all sides, and every ally is extremely precious."

Gua!

flap.

Thrilling.

The crow clumsily flapped its wings, used the long coffee table to run, and took off. After disturbing a group of light bugs in the narrow box, it croaked and burst out of the box door, walked through the corridor, around the pillars, and flew to in the hall.

Then it didn't fly out of the bar.

Instead, after hovering under the ceiling for several weeks, it fluttered its wings and rushed towards the ceiling. The candlelight hanging upside down swayed slightly, like stars in the night, embedded in the dark background that looked like a real night sky. .

The crow picked up a candle along the way, and then flew all the way into the stars.

Like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

The picture is upside down.

Meteors fall from the night sky.

The crow spread its wings and emerged from the night and starry sky. It flapped its wings and landed silently in the canopy of a lush pine tree by Linzhong Lake. It hid behind the dense pine needles and poked its head towards the lake.

As his eyelids blinked, his eyes flashed with wisdom.

With the arrival of the winter vacation, Linzhong Lake has become a lot quieter. In the past, there were only a few people on the busy lakeside paths and squares at this time. Even the timid kappa dared to stay away from the shore and crawl across the empty small square in front of the library. , go to the flower bed to dig up hibernating insects to eat.

The crow resisted the urge to peck the small bowl on the kappa's forehead, and his eyes fell on a dark figure by the lake.

At first glance, the figure looks like a rock.

But if you look carefully, you can recognize that it is a wizard wearing a black robe, but he is squatting motionless by the lake, giving people the illusion that he is a stone.

The crow quietly stared at a yellow-skinned frog crawling slowly beside the wizard, as if it had also turned into a stone.

The wait didn't last long.

Soon, a tall figure walked out of the night, seemingly slowly but urgently. In an instant, he came behind the black-robed wizard and politely took off his hood, revealing his long silver-white hair.

Bulling.

Crow's eyelids blinked quickly, recognizing the identity of the visitor.

"Good evening, Elder Garcia."

The great wizard from the North District greeted me briskly: "...I thought I would go into the water, but I didn't expect you to be waiting for me on the shore. It's really flattering."

The black-robed wizard turned around, revealing a flat fish-man face, with a few fish scales on his cheeks shining with a mysterious luster in the dim light.

It took off its monocle from its chest and hung it on its round eyes.

Through the lenses, the whites of its eyes appear much larger.

"Good evening, Ms. Kolma." The fish-human language professor rubbed the fish scales on his face uneasily, without concealing the surprise in his tone: "What a surprising visit... the priest of the tribe mentioned that there are guests, I thought it was some old friend from Beta... I'd rather you call me 'Professor Garcia' than 'Elder'... Want some dried salted frog legs? Tight, tasty, and a great teething snack, even for wizards.”

It raised the wooden plate in its hand, with strips of dark purple dried meat neatly stacked on it.

"Is that okay? Thank you for your hospitality."

The witch took the salted frog leg with a smile, tore off a small bite with relish, and chewed: "... I have long heard that the fish-man tribe's frog leg jerky is very delicious, and it is really well-deserved... I know you like it." "Professor" is the title, but tonight, I want to talk to 'Elder Garcia'... Is that okay?"

The old fish man sighed deeply and glanced at the peaceful Linzhong Lake.

"The fish people are praying, so, indeed, I have a little time." It threw a piece of dried meat into its mouth, chewed it, and asked slowly: "What do you want to talk about?"

There was a hint of distance in his choice of words.