Monster Hunting High School

"Most of the pollution caused by dark wizards is contagious. If not cleaned up, it will cause lasting and far-reaching harm to the magical environment. You can understand it as the isolation strip cut down when fighting fires... We cut down some trees because Protect more trees.”

"If you encounter something incomprehensible during the hunting process, or encounter a powerful enemy that is clearly beyond the range of the hunting team, then contact the Trident Sword as soon as possible... If time permits, you can And notify the school... Of course, the evaluation of the hunting team's mission will naturally be lowered. At this time, the hunting team leader needs to weigh whether to save his life or save his points."

"Too many young hunters are overconfident when performing missions and lack awareness of how bad the world is. Believe me, the death of innocent people during the mission is by no means the worst thing you can imagine..."

The voice of examiner Muha Furui echoed in the office, like a robot, and no modal words could make his tone change at all.

After reviewing the hunting team's information, he exchanged a stack of information with a white quill, dipped the pen tip in the ink bottle next to him, then raised his head, his eyes wandering around the five young hunters for a moment: "What needs to be done next Personal qualification verification, who among you comes first?”

The teammates' eyes all fell on Zheng Qing.

The young public-funded student cleared his throat, and before he could speak, he heard the examiner specify the target: "That fat classmate? Yes, that's you... You go first."

Fatty Xin looked confused, not knowing why he was singled out.

"Sin Banner?"

"Xin Banner Schmidt-Bayer, sir." When Fatty Xin rarely used his full name, he subconsciously straightened up and straightened the corners of his robe.

"How many years have you been joining the hunting team?"

"One year and two months, sir, since the Exoneration Hunting Team was established..."

"Has a special giant bloodline." The examiner interrupted Xin's self-introduction unceremoniously and read the information on the parchment in front of him: "... is good at potion preparation and communication, and has strong ability to withstand stress. ...Now working as a reporter for the school newspaper, I firmly believe that I am qualified to win the 'Golden Feather'...I have a special emotion and deep fascination for cooked meat..."

After reading this, the examiner raised his head with a hint of confusion on his face: "Cooked meat? Literally or physically?"

Fatty Xin looked even more confused than him: "What do you mean?... Cooked meat means fragrant... cooked meat."

"Oh, I understand... Of course, this 'special emotion' is still... very rare. So, will you marry it? Or, is there something between you that is beyond ethics, purely physical, and more intimate? s contact?"

"Does it count if you eat it in your stomach?" The fat wizard had a dark face and no longer maintained his somewhat shabby temperament. He replied angrily: "I just like to eat meat!"

"Ha, ha, ha, just kidding."

The examiner said "haha" expressionlessly twice without raising his eyelids: "When hunting, you should have a little more sense of humor to alleviate your anxiety to the greatest extent."

"That's because you don't have giant blood." The fat wizard lost his restraint and resumed his usual sharp speech: "The giants think I am very humorous. As long as I stand in front of them, they will laugh so hard that they can't stand up straight. ”

This time, the examiner's lips finally curled up slightly: "It's great, this is the mentality... That's it, young man, check the information, sign your name here, and then you can try to face the wizard's nine Nineteen ways to die."

When Fatty Xin signed.

Zheng Qing tugged on Xiao Xiao's robe and asked in a low voice: "They don't seem to be very friendly to the student hunting team?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be happy either."

The short wizard stared at the crystal ball in his arms, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito: "Assigning such an important task to a group of students who have not yet graduated is not only irresponsible for the work, but also irresponsible for the students... From the perspective of the Three-pronged Swordsmen, the student hunting teams are just pet dogs in the greenhouse. The hunting teams that have been out of school for a few years are the wild wolves in the wilderness..."

"Do you think people with the Three-pronged Sword are a little neurotic?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two young wizards. Zheng Qing was startled and almost pulled out his rune gun. When he turned around, he realized that it was the tall and lanky wizard from the archives office.

He smiled and raised the tea cup in his hand to the young public-funded student, and explained to himself: "That's because the work pressure is too great and everyone is anxious, so they have long forgotten the normal way of communication between people... In In these offices, Humeizi powder is more popular than energy potions, of course, in private... You always have to become a little abnormal in order to deal with the abnormalities in this world. Do you think you are normal? "

Zheng Qing felt that if he answered this question normally, then he would be somewhat abnormal.

Therefore, he very politely changed the topic to a topic that was easier for him to understand: "Has any student hunting team ever taken over the task of hunting down dark wizards before?"

Perhaps because there was such a big jump between the two topics, Lewis paused and then slowly replied: "Of course, of course, nothing has happened here? But I haven't seen it... but I have heard of it, it seems. Was there any problem when the First University School Hunting Team handled a similar task more than ten years ago?

"Zheng Qing! Classmate Zheng Qing?"

The censor's voice came from behind the desk, interrupting this small exchange.

"It's me, I'm here." The young public-funded student quickly turned around and walked towards the examiner. The fat wizard passed by him and quietly made an OK gesture - which meant that there was no difficulty in the examination of the three-pronged sword. .

Behind him, the tall and lanky wizard from the Archives Management Office took a sip of the herbal tea in the cup, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Zheng Qing? Zheng... Qing? Why does this name sound familiar?"

"Zheng Qing, male, nineteen years old, birthday...confidential?"

The examiner frowned slightly and paused with the quill in his hand.

Zheng Qing spoke quickly, trying to answer this not difficult question: "My birthday is..."

"Shut up!"

The censor waved his arms and interrupted the active young wizard very loudly and rudely: "If a document is marked confidential, you'd better lock the relevant information in your mind and don't say it out easily! This is very harmful to everyone. There are benefits to all!”

A few drops of ink flew to the ceiling with his waving arms. Zheng Qing carefully took a small step back to avoid the ink falling on his clean and straight robe.

At the same time, he caught a glimpse of the thick black bars on the file in front of the examiner, covering up a large amount of information belonging to him.