Monster Hunting High School

"I hate your cold and slippery friends." The banshee glanced at him, with a charming smile on her lips, but her voice was cold: "And all the ugly things."

This banshee who suddenly appeared on the deck had black hair and bloody eyes. She was tall and wrapped in a large black robe. Only her bright red lips and a section of her snow-white neck were exposed under the hood.

She seemed to be carrying something on her back, holding up the robe behind her, making the golden logo on the robe extremely conspicuous.

The main body of the logo is a golden "I" with two delicate skulls in the depressions on the left and right sides of the "I". Any experienced demon would recognize this symbol.

This is the symbol of the Lich King.

Only heirs of the Lich King's direct line can use such a symbol.

In the eyes of wizards, monsters are all the same monsters.

Blood red eyes, dark heart.

Just like wizards in the eyes of demons, they are all the same wizards. Their flesh and blood exudes fragrance, and their souls contain essence.

But disagreements always arise.

In the Wizards Alliance, there are the Wizards Council and the Moon Council, which are completely different from each other.

In the world of demons, several demon kings also have distinct spheres of influence.

The Black Ship is a subordinate of the Siren King.

The banshee who just boarded the ship belongs to the Lich King.

Harry, who was sleeping in the sun on the deck chair, had already rolled off the cabin. The "Lady Blossoms" in his hand had disappeared somewhere and was replaced by a bouquet of bright roses.

"What can I do for you, charming lady." He knelt on one leg in front of Nikita, with a decent smile on his face and his bright red eyes as bright as rubies.

It would be perfect if he could clean the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Put on your robe and talk to me again!" The banshee raised her head proudly, her tone full of disdain.

For a lich, robes are the most basic form of respect.

Whether it is the pink POLO shirt or the white and green beach shorts, it is difficult for the banshee to feel Harry's sincerity.

"This expression is so cute!" Harry squeezed the rose in his hand hard, slowly tightening it, and strands of dark green mixed with purple-red juice flowed out from between his fingers. His bright red eyes showed a color of desire, as if a crazy artist had seen a rare treasure: "You are so cute that I want to eat you!"

Nikita didn't pay attention to Harry's crazy murmurings. With light steps, she bypassed the nympho who was on one knee in front of her and rushed straight into the cabin.

"Hey! Little goblin. Before teaching others respect, how about you learn some manners yourself." The blond young man blocked the door of the cabin at some point, holding an unlit cigarette and looking at her with raised eyelids.

A small breeze blew from the sea for some reason, blowing the robe on the banshee's body and wrapping her graceful body tightly.

The things she was carrying behind her back also showed clear outlines.

It seems to be a child.

The blond young man's eyes narrowed.

A lich carried a child on his back and wanted to see the captain. This kind of thing happened to a demon. It was very unusual. You know, for demons, the only advantage of larvae is that the meat is tender and has a smooth texture.

He licked the corners of his mouth.

The corners of the banshee's robe moved slightly, revealing a dark red book wrapped in gold wire.

"I'm in a hurry." The banshee raised her head, revealing a pair of charming big eyes. The dark red eyes shone with a dangerous color in the bright sunshine.

The blond young man chewed the cigarette in his mouth and slowly chewed the golden tobacco.

He didn't reply, but his breathing became longer.

On the main mast, the strong man hanging in a crucifixion pose moved his head slightly, as if he was a little more alive.

"We have plenty of time, beauty!" Behind her, Harry's greasy voice sounded again: "What's more, the little guy you are carrying behind your back smells better than you."

The sound was very close, as if close to my ears.

The succubus didn't look back.

She heard a long inhalation swirling behind her neck, endless, as if there was no end.

The cold breath spread forward from behind with the sound of inhalation, ready to engulf her at any time.

The senior lichs all said that the Siren King's men were just a group of thugs who had just escaped from their beastly nature, they were bloodthirsty and irrational.

Now, Nikita felt that this summary was incomplete.

She felt that it was necessary to add one more thing: these mobs were still rude guys and had no tolerance or patience for women.

She knew that if she didn't explain something, it would be difficult for her to enter the cabin so close to her.

The little man on his back shrank his body.

She hesitated no more.

"She comes from the dark prison." Nikita reached out and caressed the child behind her back and said this softly.

"Cough, cough, cough." The blond young man seemed to be choking on the tobacco he was chewing. He stroked his chest, arched his waist, and coughed crazily, not caring that his waist and abdomen were exposed to the banshee's charming sight.

"Boom!" The strong man hanging on the mast broke free from the rope that bound him and hit the deck heavily. The black ship shook violently several times, causing ripples to appear on the calm sea.

The cold aura behind him also disappeared without a trace. Nikita could even clearly feel Harry holding his breath, blushing, and cautiously distancing himself from him.

A satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

A succubus always knows when to wow everyone.

…

"Come in." A gentle but slightly nasal voice came from the cabin.

Pushing aside the blond young man who was bent over and coughing crazily in front of him, Nikita lowered his body and got into the dark cabin.

In the sky, the big bird that had been hovering for a long time chirped and suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

"It's her!" The strong man touched his bald head and asked in a hoarse voice.

The blond young man was still coughing.

Harry squinted and watched the big bird go away until it turned into a black dot and disappeared into the blue background.

He knew that the strong man was talking about Nikita.

He also knew what the strong man meant, asking the big bird that had been monitoring the black ship for three days if it was Nikita he was looking for.

This large bird is the eye of wizards.

The eyes will only look away when they see what they want to see.

"You can only ask the captain about this kind of thing." Harry took out his "Lady Duoduo", fanned the wind, grinned at the strong man, and answered glibly.

…

Walking down the sloping stairs to the cabin, Nikita was a little confused.

Like the color of the ship, the cabin was also pitch black, and the space looked very small and cramped, with barely room for much.

This was a bit far from the spacious and luxurious hall she had expected.

Whether it was the years when she was a wizard or the days when she became a demon, she had rarely seen such a narrow space in her memory. Wizards and demons with slightly superior abilities always have various ways to expand their space and create a comfortable environment for themselves.

She blinked and quickly adjusted to the dim light in the cabin.

Not far from the staircase is a thick wooden pillar. Judging from its position, it is probably the main mast of the black ship. There were some wooden boxes piled randomly under the pillars, and a wine barrel with an iron ring rolled down against the corner. The lid of the barrel was open, and it was empty inside.

The succubus' slender eyebrows knitted together.

She felt the child on her back shivering.

She reached out her hand and patted it comfortingly.

"The boat is a bit old, let's make do with it." A gentle voice came from the lower left, and Nikita was surprised to find that there was a small patch of light at the bottom of the dark boat.

There is an iron fence net directly above the light. The bright sunlight penetrates into the dark cabin through the gaps in the steel bars, leaving a patch of colorful color and making the shadow against the bulkhead on the left even darker.

That gentle voice came from that darkness.