Monster Hunting High School

Veterans who have performed the Trident Sword mission all know that when participating in the Trident Sword hunting mission, you must wear an old robe. The older the better, and if the robe is cheap, all the better.

On the one hand, an old robe that has been worn many times can bring you good luck, because 'an old robe can always bring its owner home'. This saying has no magical truth and belongs to the category of occultism; on the other hand, old robes can always bring their owners home. Robes are cheap, and when you step into a fire dragon cesspit or fall into a smelly quagmire, you'll be extremely grateful for your choice to wear old robes to perform tasks.

There are no old birds in the hunting team.

So as soon as we met, the censorship office gave me a slap on the wrist.

Zheng Qing dared to point to his husband's red paper tablet and swear that he would never look at the tall, thin talker with admiration, but he didn't know where his mysterious confidence came from.

"Shut up! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"

Behind the curved desk, the real owner of this office cursed in a low voice, turned to look at the slightly embarrassed young wizard, and frowned slightly: "Newcomer hunting team? Although Lewis usually talks like farts, but One thing he said is right...when performing a mission, it is best to wear an old robe..."

Zheng Qing carefully looked at the examiner behind the desk. He looked about thirty years old. He was wearing a black robe that was not old. He had a high hairline and big bags under his eyes. He exuded an air of 'I' Very grumpy now, don't mess with me' breath. His elbows were resting on the table, with several thin pieces of mulberry paper pressed under them, and a pencil was spinning rapidly between his fingers.

The young public-funded student's eyes lingered on the pencil for several seconds. He had the impression that wizards rarely used this kind of stationery. This seemed to be the first time he saw someone using a pencil after entering the wizarding world.

"What's the name of your hunting team?" The examiner behind the desk drew a few sketches on the mulberry paper and then raised his head and asked.

"Excuse me, forgive me hunting team..." Zheng Qing's eyes wandered around the table and noticed that the examiner's name tag was obscured by some messy documents, so he finally considered using another title: "...inspector gentlemen."

"Excuse me? Which apology! There are not ten but eight hunting teams with this name in the entire alliance!"

The examiner banged the pencil butt on the table, looking a little impatient: "Don't waste time, there are seventeen hunting teams behind you waiting for review...Bring your badges...you are all Second grade, give me your student card too!"

Zheng Qing had no intention of arguing and submitted relevant materials honestly.

However, a certain idle guy drinking tea next to him started to make a fuss.

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The records office employee named Lewis put down the tea cup in his hand, stretched out his fingers, and nodded at the young wizards in front of him in surprise: "The school actually sent a second-year student hunting team to participate in this hunting? And it was a hunting team that had just been promoted. ... Even if they successfully registered, it would be too casual... My twelve-year-old nephew has more hunting experience than them!"

This is suspected of provocation.

The fortune teller of the Exoneration Hunting Team stood up immediately, holding a crystal ball and proving the strength of the hunting team: "First of all, you don't have a nephew, Mr. Lewis from the Archives Management Office."

"Secondly,"

Fatty Xin, the mouthpiece of the hunting team, prefers to list the facts like a press release: "Even if you really have a twelve-year-old nephew, it is impossible for him to have more hunting experience than the Forgiveness Hunting Team. Because our hunting team has participated in two Campus Cup, won the best rookie hunting team, entered the campus cup finals, explored the dreamland, and participated in the battle of the black prison... According to the statistics of "The Glorious Hunting Team Road", the hunters of the Exoneration Hunting Team are The youngest hunter to participate in the Black Prison War."

"Finally..." Dylan just said two words when he was intercepted by Lewis.

"Finally, do you have any registered wizards in your hunting team?" He squinted, looking at the five young hunters in the room, and finally shook his head: "There is no sign of registration, not a single one."

This is indeed the biggest flaw of the Sin Hunting Team at the moment.

Boom!

The examiner turned the pencil again and tapped the table with the butt of the pencil, stopping the slightly noisy little argument in front of him.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet!"

His voice was not loud, but with a hint of compelling pressure, he easily controlled the situation: "This time the Exoneration Hunting Team needs to track down an unidentified dark wizard. Information shows that he has been in the area outside First University for a long time. activities, the school has destroyed his illegal laboratory at the edge of the Silent Forest... According to the information provided by the fortune teller, it can be judged that his strength will not exceed the mid-level registered wizard, but because he is proficient in alchemy, he may bring many modified The magical servants are mainly werewolves, vampires and ogres, and there may be a small number of gargoyles.”

After reading this, the inspector raised his head and glanced at the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team: "Although your hunting team has rich experience, you have never hunted down a dark wizard... Do you know where to start and how to investigate the traces of a dark wizard? ?”

Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds.

"The lab that was destroyed from the school?"

He analyzed according to the most error-free plan: "Since he has been active in the Silent Forest area, I plan to go back to school later to collect traces of the dark wizard's past activities, and then use divination magic to track it..."

Next to him, the wizard in the archives office chuckled.

The censor glanced at him disapprovingly.

"Do you have any advice?" he asked.

Lewis—that is, the tall and lanky wizard—seemed to be caught off guard. He coughed slightly, thought for a moment while drinking tea, and then nodded slightly: "Suggestions, of course they are all commonplace... …Just keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.”

Zheng Qing tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

"Is this the advice given by a senior veteran to a rookie hunting team?" He tried his best to be kind, but still couldn't control his urge to complain: "It's really useful...good advice! I mean, there are Don’t have a more specific strategy?”

This time, Lewis lowered his head and concentrated on drinking tea, pretending not to hear the young wizard's questions.

It was the examiner who gave some specific suggestions.

"Nearby the dark wizard's appearance, there are often frequent murders, nightmares, epidemics, and even large-scale death of vegetation, restlessness of birds, animals, insects, and fish... You can understand this as a kind of 'sign'."

While he was quickly sketching on the review materials, he was imparting relevant experience without raising his head: "The school probably hasn't taught you this knowledge, because such symptoms usually appear in the area where Bai Ding lives, and they are reflected to a certain extent. The research preferences of dark wizards... You must pay attention to the 'pollution' caused by dark wizards and be sure to deal with it!"