Monster Hunting High School

"Xixi!"

Looking at the beautiful bow, the elf happily hugged the wandering wizard's finger and made a cheerful sound. The translucent wings on his back flapped slightly, and the wings shone with a charming luster.

"It's okay, it's okay...everything is fine."

The old wizard murmured, gently stroking her head with his fingertips, but a pale gray curse light emerged from the palm of his hand. From bottom to top, like a big hunting snake, it slowly twisted around the little elf. The little elf who had just recovered The elf slowly closed his eyes in the cursed light, his skin gradually turned gray, but he still had a grateful smile on his face.

Zheng Qing, who was watching all this without saying a word, raised his fist and hit the homeless old man hard on the face. His fist was deeply embedded in the old wizard's head. The boy felt as if his fist had been thrust into boiling water. , grinning in pain, but the other party was completely unaware.

This gave him a strong sense of frustration, a double blow to his spirit and body.

"hypocritical."

Another guest in the box, Crow No. 3, commented harshly: "Since it won't give her a way out, why treat her injuries? Just to satisfy your ridiculous sense of existence, or to get that cheap Are you grateful?"

The wandering wizard took out a silk scarf from his pocket and carefully wrapped it around the elf's gradually stiffening body.

"You were the one who killed her."

The old wizard moved his hands slowly, without raising his head, and said in a dull tone: "I really want to treat her... If you hadn't appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, she wouldn't have died. "

When the crow heard this, his momentum suffocated.

Although the old wizard's words were somewhat sophistical, they were not wrong. If the normal communication arrangements between Crow and Wandering Wizard were followed, he shouldn't be here tonight.

The atmosphere in the box was a bit disturbing. Even those light bugs with few nerve tentacles in their bodies felt the gloom flowing in the air. They quietly shrank their bellies, folded their wings, and dimmed the light in the room. Some.

A long while.

As if he realized that the crow would not take the initiative to speak, the owner of the Wandering Bar put the wrapped elf body into a drawer, took some time to relax, and then looked up at the guest: "So, what do you want to see me for tonight?"

Crow No. 3’s eyes were a little stiff.

"According to the agreement, you need to provide ten ordinary wizard-level experimental subjects tonight, but news came from the laboratory that only nine were received... one is still missing." The voice under the crow's mask was mechanical and cold.

There was a hint of surprise on the wandering wizard's face.

"Is there one left?"

He pretended to pull out a tarot card and turned it over. On the card, a goddess sitting on a stone chair was looking majestically ahead. She held a long sword in her left hand and a scale in her right hand. The 'justice' at the bottom looks particularly dazzling in this small box.

"Justice... may be late, but it will never be absent."

The old wizard bent his fingers and flicked the card very impolitely. The scale on the card shook violently from side to side. The goddess sitting on the stone chair got up angrily and swung her sword towards the blasphemer outside the card. The next second, the entire card quietly It split into two halves silently, and the cross section was smooth, as if a sword had really cut through it.

Then, the owner of Wandering Bar looked up at the guest wearing a crow mask and chuckled: "Zhuangzi said, a good rider will fall from his horse, a good drinker will drown in the water, a good drinker will become drunk with wine, and a good fighter will die. Yu Sha... Today I do one good deed every day, and those who are good at selling slaves should be transformed into slaves."

Crow No. 3 stared straight at the old wizard, his dark eyes embedded in the strange mask, which looked particularly scary.

"You mean that fat man in the North District? What does he have to do with you..." The words stopped abruptly, and there was a hint of thinking in Crow's eyes.

The wandering wizard took down a bottle of Amber Light and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet behind him, poured two glasses of wine, and then handed one glass to the guest in front of him: "Remember? That's right... How could he have done it without my reminder? He would beg to be your experimental subject... Actually, I didn't lie to him. Your experimental subject has indeed been able to stably register wizard-level power, isn't it?"

"It's just a stabilizing force...a force that lacks reason and has no value at all." Crow No. 3 took the cup of amber light with a gloomy gaze.

"Being able to contribute to the cause of magic theory is his greatest value." The wandering wizard raised his cup, took the initiative to touch it with the guest, and reminded: "By the way, a cup of amber light and a golden bean... Don't worry, for this price It’s after discount, definitely the best deal in the store! ”

Crow, who had already brought the cup to his mouth, froze in his hands.

After a while, he placed the empty glass heavily on the bar, turned around, and left the box. Behind him, in the cup, a golden bean stopped shaking.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

jingle.

Ding.

The sound of golden beans rolling into the wine glass was mixed with the sound of wine glasses, sometimes distant and sometimes close, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, giving people a strong sense of unreality.

Sakura Tavern, in front of the bar.

Zheng Qing, who was lying drunkenly and sleeping on the table, suddenly raised his head. Although his face was still red, his eyes were particularly sober, as if the stars were visible in the night sky after the rain.

Wandering wizards, crow masks, Gu Withered Street, fat wizards, white mist, night, etc., everything in the dream was like a beach castle washed away by the tide, which was rapidly disintegrating, and he didn't know when he had returned to reality.

The boy wiped his wet forehead and his eyes gradually became focused.

"Excuse me!"

He yelled, reached out and pulled out the copperplate Dharma book stuffed in the gray cloth bag - he had to do something while the memory of what he witnessed was still clear in his mind.

Lan Que, who was holding a sword, Fatty Xin who was drinking frog juice, Dylan who was shaking his wine glass, and Xiao Xiao, whose face turned blue because he drank too much Siren Rum, all looked at their captain who suddenly had a convulsion. When he reached the Dharma book he opened.

"catch him!"

Zheng Qing's voice was loud and his eyes were clear. His eyes were fixed on a fat wizard in exquisite robes sitting in the corner of the Sakura Tavern, and he repeated clearly: "Catch that fat man!"

The fat wizard was clinking glasses with a few companions, with a friendly smile on his bare face. At the same table as him were wizards from the North District who also wore ruby ​​rings on their hands, a janitor from the First University, and some dressed in trousers. The wizard of the Chamber of Commerce in black robe, and the mysterious man whose face is hidden under the hood.

Perhaps noticing the small commotion in front of the bar, the fat wizard tilted his head and looked at the young public-funded student in surprise.

"Ge Shen is tired!"

Zheng Qing roared, and several vines became thicker and longer with the help of similar ones hanging from the ceiling, like nooses, twisting towards the fat wizard from all directions.

In the small tavern, there were screams of surprise.