Monster Hunting High School

"I've never known why the tribe paid so much attention to a talking cat and even alarmed the ancestors." Dingdang Ears chewed an unknown holly leaf and babbled to his companions. said.

Thick sap slowly dripped down the corners of its mouth, dyeing its beard green.

Because it ate too many leaves, it had already pulled out all the leaves on the side of the holly tree. The green-brown branches are exposed in the air, bare and look particularly ugly. The bees responsible for the reception had long since given up adding honeydew to his leaves, and would only buzz over from time to time and glare at him fiercely.

Of course, this level of contempt and disgust put no pressure on a certain green-skinned animal. It even had the intention to look at the twigs of holly a few more times, wondering whether to pull one off to grind its teeth. But after the bees showed off their tail stings, the mouse in the green vest finally wisely gave up this plan.

"...I mean, man, this is a magical world, right!" Dingdong Ears stroked his beard and wiped the green juice on it, turned to look at Dingdong Ears, and added carelessly: "The magical world, What’s so strange about a talking cat? We are mice, and we can still talk!”

"Perhaps this is why the elders are paying attention to it." Dingdong Erduo was grabbing his own tail, straightening out the short hairs on it one by one, and at the same time replied slowly: "After all, we have the first one that can talk. There may be a second or third cat. Who knows if there will be a group of talking cats in a year? We are natural enemies of them and must always be vigilant!"

"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests." Because it involved a deal between himself and the black cat, Dingdang Ears naturally couldn't turn a blind eye to his companion's last words, and immediately retorted: "Maybe ordinary cats and mice are natural enemies, but we It has gone beyond the scope of ordinary life, it is two civilizations! Civilization, understand? Even if we no longer use simple and crude jungle laws to deal with the relationship between two races, we will not destroy the basic morality of society because of instinct."

"Confrontations between different civilizations are not divorced from the bloody laws of the jungle." Dingdong Er shook his ears disapprovingly: "As for your transaction, it is not divorced from this... Fifty percent of the profit, just It can make capital take risks; 100% profit can make capital trample on the law; 300%, ha, even if the mouse is the bridesmaid of the cat, what's the risk? "

"Wow, wow, wow... a very wonderful speech. But unfortunately, I have to interrupt this profound analysis of capital." An abrupt voice interrupted the conversation between the two mice in green vests, A tall mouse wearing a red vest walked up to the two mice waiting to be summoned.

Red vests are the 'senior status' in rat society, second only to the elders. Most of them have broken through the life span of ordinary rats, and have very outstanding attainments in a certain skill - maybe digging holes, maybe It's disguise, perhaps searching for news or fighting in the field - in short, they are the elite of the rat tribe.

Accordingly, most red vests will have the honor of accompanying their ancestors. They will take a certain amount of time every month to serve as assistants to the ancestors according to the duty schedule arranged in advance by the elders. Just like this red vest standing in front of Ding Dong Er.

"It's your turn next. As a rule, speak louder and don't let the ancestors ask questions again." The mouse in the red vest hugged the noteboard, grabbed the quill, and sketched on it while quickly instructing. Precautions.

At the end of the day, before leaving, the mouse in the red vest seemed to have remembered something, and turned to look at Tinker Bell Ears again: "Oh, by the way... The Beehive Department in the waiter's office received a report and put you on the blacklist. If you This is the first time I have the opportunity to meet my ancestors, but while I’m waiting, there are no bees to bring you honeydew.”

As it said, it glanced at the holly tree with several bare branches, and added: "And thanks to you, the holly tree in the living room will be removed soon. You won't have the chance to eat the leaves next time. ”

Tinker Ears' beard trembled, but in the end he closed his mouth tightly in frustration and said nothing.

Passing through a low arch, we walked through a low corridor. Both sides of the corridor were bare, without any decoration, except for a few burning torches. The mice stared with bated breath one by one, and walked slowly along the central axis. They were worried that the dark wind would blow out the torches if they walked too fast, and they were also worried that the burning elves would burn their beards and tails.

Soon, a group of three mice came to a room that was unusually tall and spacious for mice - for mice, it seemed more appropriate to describe this room as a 'hall'.

However, this 'hall' does not have the gorgeous and mysterious decorations of Hall 1 of the First University, nor is it as magnificent as the temples and churches of Atlas College. The furnishings in this 'hall' don't look much different from those in an ordinary wizard's study.

There are marble skirting boards, cork-wrapped parapets, and exquisite stone patterns carved on the edges of the roof. There is also a huge lotus leaf lamp hanging on the roof in the center, and a dozen bright flames are jumping and burning among the lotus leaves. It illuminates the whole room brightly.

There are huge bookcases on the left and right sides of the room, which are densely filled with wizards' books; there is a long test bench in the center of the room, which is filled with various experimental instruments. At the moment, dozens of people wearing The mouse in the red vest was running back and forth on the table, quietly busy with something - whether it was the bookcase, books or experimental equipment, they were all in line with the size of the wizards, but did not match the size of the mouse.

In addition, there are some blue elves, fluttering their wings, like streams of light sliding through the air. They are holding flower baskets, fruit plates, or rags in their hands. At the end of the room, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. There is no light outside the window. It is pitch black and you can't see anything. You don't know if there is a huge stone wall outside the window or if it is a dark world.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window is a large, tall black Taishi chair.

The great elder of the rat tribe was sitting on the chair.

To the left and right of the Grand Master's chair, rats in red vests lined up neatly, like well-trained soldiers or waiters. Each one of them looked intently, seemingly not noticing the three rats who walked in from the arch along the black carpet. mouse.