Hunting College

The sunlight outside the window was bleak, and the atmosphere in the lounge was depressing. The white ouroboros patterns on the black wall tiles seemed to particularly like this atmosphere. I originally stayed motionless on the wall tiles, but now they also whirled silently.

In the middle of the lounge, on the coffee table, on the chessboard.

At the end of Mike King Seprano's hand, a horse chess moved a step diagonally, and across the opposite pawn, it was the opposite cannon. Cole swallowed and looked at the cannon with some horror.

It is not so much that he is staring at the cannon, it is better to say that he is staring at the "Bible" he is pressing.

Cole was horrified to discover that the Ouroboros mark originally imprinted on his wrist was crawling from his wrist bit by bit with the voice of Seprano. Without taking away a trace of flesh and blood, there was just an empty ouroboros mark, crawling down from the wizard's wrist, and plunged into the cover of the Bible under his right hand.

Outside the chessboard, Seprano is still explaining his ideas of playing chess unhurriedly

"...As a horse, it can't run too far. It runs under the opponent's cannon like this, through the pawn, and hits the cannon. Everything is empty and there is nothing left."

"But, but, I, I didn't do anything, sir!" Cole's lips trembled, and his tone trembled. He noticed that only half of the tail of his Ouroboros brand was still hanging on his wrist. Most of the other body is already under the cover of the Bible.

Seprano didn't seem to see the bizarreness of the Bible, and even ignored Cole's explanation.

"As a horse," the leader of the Cheung Kei Club stopped classmate Cole from speaking with his gaze, and then increased his tone a little. "According to the rules, this chess piece cannot go in the field or in a straight line, because that is not its way. The rule is It’s not allowed, and chess players don’t allow it. Just like me, when playing chess, I absolutely don’t allow my pieces to run around on the board."

While speaking, a **** on the edge of the chessboard moved one square horizontally. The fat on Siprano's cheek trembles, and with a flick of his hand, the unruly **** is broken to pieces and ashes.

Cole swallowed heavily.

At the same time, with his right hand pressing on the Bible, he fell into it bit by bit with the slow voice of Mr. Seprano. It was as if what he was pressing was not a hard cover book, but a puddle of soft mud.

Or maybe it is a black hole.

"Tell me about Linzhong Lake last weekend." The leader of the Cheung Kei Club finally stopped torturing the other'chess player', reduced the cold smile on his face, and looked at Cole blankly." I want to know why when Cheung Kei is negotiating exclusive agency rights with the Murloc tribe, Friedman will show up at the venue with someone... You are the representative in charge of the talks of Cheung Kei’s meeting. I think you should Know something."

Cole's face was wrinkled like a tightly tightened rag, squeezing out a pool of snot and tears. "I swear, I don't know anything, I have never said this to the 3a people... The whole meeting schedule It’s all confidential. The time, place, and number of participants, I only said to Ison before the last minute!"

Ishini is the young head of the Murloc tribe, the main promoter of negotiations with the Cheung Kei Club, and an unofficial member of the Ouroboros Hunting Team.

Standing in the corner of the lounge, Andrew Taylor heard Cole mention Ishini's name, his body trembled and his head dropped a lot.

Seprano frowned.

Because the "Bible" in front of him was still very calm and did not react fiercely to Cole's answer. This means that what Cole said should be true.

If this is the case, then it is very likely that the smelly murlocs are making a ghost. This is not difficult to understand. After all, the profitability of long bets is much higher than hanging on a tree.

"A group of rat generations." Seprano snorted dully, crushing the horse chess piece in his hand.

"Need to warn those murlocs?" A senior cadre of the Cheung Kei Club next to him asked in a low voice.

Seprano hesitated for a few seconds.

"No, let's take a look first." He shook his head, picked up another **** again, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The first university has only one Linzhong Lake, and only that murloc tribe. It's been so long. It’s almost, now it’s easy to be beaten up by shaking your face."

"It's not the murloc that we need to warn, but Friedman."

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Also on this evening, in the same depressed room, two groups of people were having an unpleasant conversation.

One of them was wearing a black robe and his hood covered his face, making it difficult to see his face. It's just that the silver triangle mark on his robe clearly shows that he is the representative of the first university.

On the other side of the room, there are a group of big mice with different heights, wearing vests of different colors, carrying a lighter. Sitting on it was a plump but old rat, which, according to the description, was the rat fairy.

"After the Kuroshio Current, the five poisons breed within a few months." The representative of the First University has a rigid tone and hardly any emotions. "The First University requires the rat tribe of Phuket Island to do their best to clean up those pests."

"Hmph." The beard at the corner of the Mouse Fairy's mouth trembled a few times, revealing a mocking smile. "If some people in Alpha Academy hadn't used blood magic in response to the Kuroshio, how could this year's five poisons come? It’s so early! Isn’t Alpha going to take the corresponding responsibility?"

The representative of the First University turned a deaf ear to the words of the Rat Fairy~www.ltnovel.com~ still used the cold and stereotyped voice before saying, "...Because the relevant projects have not gone through the annual budget arrangement, the Rat Race needs to raise relevant resources by itself, and must not Affect the normal teaching order and environment of the First University."

"I got it." The Rat Fairy drooped his eyelids and weakly agreed. He didn't have the strength to ridicule before, and he didn't seem to have any plans to fight for the Rat Race.

"The last thing, regarding the recent abnormal activities of the rat tribe, the relevant departments hope that the rat tribe can make a written explanation and submit it to the school for review." At this point, the school representative's tone was hesitant for the first time, but soon He concealed the past, but added, "Principal Shi believes that the Rat Race needs to control its range of activities and connections with forces outside the island."

"Vice Principal Shi." The Mouse Fairy screamed and corrected, "The nameless old man is not dead yet! She has no other skills, but the method of fighting for power is one set and one set."

The school representative ignored the Mouse Fairy’s screams and continued, "...In these respects, Principal Shi thinks that there is a consensus between you and the school."

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