Monster Hunting High School

"Project? What project?"

Nikita's scarlet eyes flashed, and there was an expression of interest on his face: "I was a little curious just now... I remember you said several times before that you tried different ways of contact, but none of them were like that. The child reached an agreement, so the experiment has been unable to continue. What do you mean, this time you used another project in the school to make the child agree to cooperate with your experiment? "

Because Thomas didn't elaborate before, Nikita didn't know the true identity of the 'successful experimental subject', nor did he know the inside story of the grudge between Zheng Qing and Crow.

Her speculation was purely based on the little information Thomas revealed in vague words, and she imagined a drama of exchange of interests.

Thomas did not deny her speculation.

"Roughly the same."

He pursed his lips vaguely, tried to cheer up, and said in a brisk tone: "In short, with this medicine guide, you will definitely be able to easily pass the most difficult stage when the spiritual seed and the physical body are fused, and then the spiritual seed will I can help you get rid of the demonic energy in your body... When you recover, even if you can't return to First University, you can still go to the new world... I can accompany you to hunt dragons and climb every corner. The highest peak in the world, watching the sunrise in a different world, learning a hundred languages...these things you dreamed of doing back then, we will all have the opportunity to do in the future!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became. Later, he could not help but gesture and wave his arms, which easily reminded Nikita of their time at school.

The figure of the young man wearing a blue robe, who often had a bruised nose and face, and the figure of the young man in black robe with a slightly curved back in front of her slowly merged together in her impression.

Nikita held her chin up and listened to Thomas describing the days to come with interest, her eyebrows furrowed.

The green cobra quietly crawled back to her knees at some point, clinging to her arms, spitting out letters, and together they listened to the wizard's imagination. The snake's head and tongue swayed unconsciously in response. The wizard's gesture.

for a long time.

When Thomas stopped thinking, the room became quiet again.

Nikita let out a long sigh.

"When I followed Teacher Ulrich across the Sahara, it told me a story." The banshee lowered her head and gently stroked the cobra in her arms with a very soft voice.

Thomas frowned subconsciously when he heard the word 'Ulich' - although he was a crow, he was still an assistant professor at First University, and he had a natural aversion to the names of the big monsters he had heard since childhood - - But looking at the banshee with her head lowered in front of him, he didn't say anything in the end.

"...Once upon a time, there was a young witch who fell into a hole and couldn't get out. She shouted for help, hoping that a passing wizard could help her. Then an old wizard looked down.

'Stop shouting, kid,'

As he spoke, he threw a shovel down, "Dig deeper, or dig a passage from another place, or dig out the soil behind you and pile it at your feet... In short, only you can get out of this hole." . ’

The wizard who fell into the hole took the shovel and began digging hard.

At first, she wanted to dig a new passage from the side, but after digging for a long time, she couldn't see any possibility of getting out. Instead, the light behind her became weaker and weaker, and the darkness almost swallowed her completely.

Then, she wanted to pile up soil again, but only then did she realize that she had sunk too deep, and the soil behind her could not be dug casually... If too much soil was dug to support the cave, the cave would collapse at any time and she would be buried. Buried underneath.

Just when she was about to despair, another old witch appeared.

She also poked her head, glanced down, and listened to the wizard who fell into the hole and asked for help.

But she was also powerless.

'Stop digging, kid. ’ The old witch sighed and threw a jar of magic potion down, ‘You can’t dig your own corners and fill your own holes at the same time... Drink this jar of potion, and you will forget about this hole. ’

If you forget about this hole, you won't think about getting out of it.

The witch who fell into the hole picked up the jar of potion and hesitated. Before she could decide whether to drink it, the third wizard appeared. He was a young wizard.

Hearing the witch's plea for help, he jumped into the hole without saying a word.

'Are you crazy? ’

The young witch who was originally in the cave looked at this scene in shock and couldn't help but cursed, 'I asked you to rescue me, not to let you come down... Now we both fell into the hole! ’

The young wizard who had also become dirty smiled and showed his big white teeth. "Calm down, beauty, it is impossible for one person to get out of such a hole. Only when more people fall in can they find a way out." . ’”

The story ends here.

Thomas frowned and listened patiently to the end.

Several times during this period, he couldn't help but want to interrupt the banshee's story, but in the end he didn't speak. It wasn't until Nikita finally said the words, 'The more people fall, the more people can find the way out' that his brows relaxed a little.

"A very interesting story with a thought-provoking ending... If you had not had the accident, you would definitely be a very good teacher now."

Thomas sighed softly, looked at the cobra coiled around the Banshee's wrist, and briefly commented on the story: "It's just that I doubt whether this story was really told to you by Ulrich... Also, Why do you emphasize that the wizard at the end has big white teeth?”

Nikita looked at him with a strange expression.

"That's not what I want to emphasize," she reminded.

"But that's all I care about." The wizard replied calmly: "No matter how angry you are now, as you said, both of us have fallen into the hole."

The banshee turned her head and looked at the cold, blank wall in front of the desk.

There was a trace of nostalgia in her scarlet eyes, and her face showed a gentle expression that Thomas had not seen for a long time.

After a while, the tenderness dissipated, and she turned around again, looked at the wizard, and smiled sweetly: "People will only be anxious about things they can afford, and will despair only when they still hold on to hope. Beyond a certain limit, Look away. A long time ago, not long after I boarded the Mist, I died on that ship. My name is Nikita Zhou... you know this. Does the name mean anything?”

The wizard looked a little pale, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

Nikita stopped smiling and looked at him quietly: "So, don't try to carry things that you can't carry. It's more embarrassing for you to treat me as a monster or a test subject than to treat me as her." I'm happy. You became a crow for me, and I can also be a guinea pig for you... Don't have any unnecessary burdens."

ps, I wrote this chapter really well. If possible, I would like to price this chapter 100 points~_(:з」∠)_Sometimes, I really feel that this kind of chapter can be used for reading comprehension. The depth is just right, the difficulty is appropriate, and there is enough room for performance~~