Monster Hunting High School

"Each 'Major Arcana' has its own title. For example, the first-ranked Major Arcana has the corresponding title of 'The Fool', the second-ranked Major Arcana has the corresponding title of 'Magician', and the third-ranked Major Arcana has the corresponding title of 'The Fool'. 'Priestess'. Each of the twenty-two Major Arcana has its own unique title."

"The 'Minor Arcana' is divided into four major sequences according to different colleges. Jiuyou Academy belongs to the 'Scepter Sequence'; Alpha Academy belongs to the 'Pentacle Sequence'; Atlas Academy belongs to the 'Holy Grail Sequence'; Starry Sky The academy belongs to the 'Sword Sequence'. In addition to the sequence of Sequence One to Sequence Ten, there are four special sequences of 'King', 'Queen', 'Knight' and 'Servant'."

"Although the list changes every year, there are some positions that remain basically unchanged." Xiao Xiao said, drawing a few horizontal lines on his notebook and pushing it in front of Zheng Qing.

"For example, the first three in the 'Major Arcana' belong to our great principal and two vice-principals respectively. The king in the 'Minor Arcana' must belong to the student union president of the corresponding college. These positions and corresponding identities Matching almost never changes, it’s a convention.”

Zheng Qing looked at the terms and order listed in Xiao Xiao's notebook and recalled what he had just explained.

"Just now they mentioned that the brother of the wild monster in Damingfang is the seventh in the Pentacle Sequence. In other words, he is a Little Arcana, and was selected into the 'List of People with Special Influence on Alpha', and ranked seventh. Yes. That’s what I mean.” Zheng Qing concluded.

Li Meng nodded repeatedly, showing a teachable expression.

"Strange, I clearly remember that fat man said that his brother was a publicly funded student in Atlas." Zheng Qing stared at Xiao Xiao's notebook, muttered in a low voice, and scratched his hair.

He felt like his mind was a mess now.

Across the dining table, Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows and picked up the orange juice in front of him.

…

The silver-white curtains were rolled up high. Outside the window, there is an endless sea of ​​rolling clouds. The pale golden sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the restaurant floor, as if giving the floor an orange glaze.

A green elf stepped on this layer of glaze and ran fearfully on the smooth floor, making a squeaky cry. The pair of transparent wings on her back seemed to have been rubbed hard with hands, and the folds were broken.

In the cafeteria, students walked back and forth casually, and no one paid attention to the tiny guy at their feet. Until she bumped into a little fox running around having fun.

The fox rubbed his pink nose on her face and looked at her curiously.

The elf stopped, hesitated, stretched out his slender hands, and scratched the little fox's ears.

The fox narrowed his eyes comfortably.

The elf jumped on the fox's back and buried himself in its soft hair.

…

Lunch time has mostly passed. Adhering to the principle of holding on to the wall when eating at a buffet, Zheng Qing and others insisted on sitting at the dining table, waiting for the food in their stomachs to digest a little.

On the dining table, pigeons with snow-white feathers cooed and ate fragrant rice grains from the hands of their little masters. The old turtle huddled in his shell, refusing to come forward no matter how provocative Xiao Xiao was.

In order to let their pets eat more, they owners also work hard.

Zheng Qing leaned lazily on the sofa and rubbed his belly.

One disadvantage of eating too much is that it makes it difficult to move around. Zheng Qing felt like he was half-leaning on the sofa before getting off the plane.

"Where's your fox?" Li Meng kicked him across the dining table: "There are still a few pieces of veal steak, stuff it into its belly quickly."

Zheng Qing wiped his greasy mouth with a tissue, put his fingers into his mouth, and whistled loudly. In his throat, a greasy burp followed the whistle.

He quickly shut his mouth.

Not far away, the little fox ran back from the crowd.

"Little bastard, where did you go?"

Zheng Qing grabbed the fox's top pattern and hugged it into his arms.

Then he found the shivering elf lying on the fox's back.

"There's an injured elf here!" He shouted to Xiao Xiao.

Li Meng abandoned the white pigeon that was eating in her hand, jumped off the sofa and squeezed over: "Let me see, let me see! I know healing skills, let me try it!"

Pigeon Little White cooed angrily behind her.

…

"Although the stubborn wizard will not respect life such as alchemy creatures, he will not do such boring things." Xiao Xiao brushed aside Poseidon's hair and looked at the injured elf carefully, with a serious expression: "This little thing The bruises on the wings were clearly man-made."

The elf seemed to have been greatly frightened. He tightly grabbed the long hair on Poseidon's neck, buried his head in it, shivered, and refused to let go.

Li Meng dug out a white feather from her little Kun bag and caressed the little guy lovingly.

Pigeon Xiaobai stood on Poseidon's head, cooing dissatisfied.

The little monk Shi Yuan silently twisted his rosary beads, sat cross-legged in front of Poseidon, and prayed for the little elf.

"It's not a dangerous person." Zheng Qing felt that the atmosphere was a bit dull and comforted: "Could it be a child's prank? This elf just has a slight injury to his wing."

"But the question is, where have the other elves gone?" Xiao Xiao raised his head and looked at the entire restaurant carefully.

Zheng Qing was speechless. Only then did he realize that it had been a long time since he had seen groups of elves flying in the restaurant.

He glanced at the dining table not far away, where many empty dishes were still placed; on the surrounding dining tables, used tableware and leftovers were mixed together, making it look messy.

"Your question gives me an ominous premonition." Zheng Qing frowned and pulled out a small gray cloth bag from his arms. He clearly remembered that Li Meng just sneezed and spit out a little juice, and several elves rushed up in panic to clean her up.

"The scent of the elf is so familiar." Li Meng originally buried her head on Poseidon's back and whispered to comfort the injured elf. Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the others: "If you smell it, you seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Not a poodle," she added.

Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly, leaned over and smelled it.

He stood up and sniffed.

There is indeed a familiar fragrance on the tips of the elf's broken wings.

"It's that flight attendant." He glanced at Li Meng with certainty and said, "When she did the security check for us before, I was closer, and this one smells exactly the same."

Li Meng coughed twice ambiguously and looked at him narrowly.

"There may be some misunderstanding here." Zheng Qing pretended not to see Li Meng's smiling face and turned to look at the other two companions: "Would you like to go over and ask?"

He pointed to the flight attendant lounge not far away.