Hunting College

　　 Time goes back a moment ago.

　　 The moment Jiang Yu shot herself, the gypsy witch really felt the arrival of death.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at the red glow from the muzzle, and squeezed many pictures into her mind for an instant—a little red-haired girl in the shabby wizard tower playing with the tarot cards in her hand, the old man behind the curtain Under the divination and backlash, the seven orifices bleed, psychic to another world, crawling under the feet of the moon god, praying, and gently touching the lips of the wizard in the snow.

　　 Irina's eyes moved away from the red light and fell on the huge black cat next to her.

　　 is so beautiful, the word suddenly appeared in her heart, and then there was an inexplicable pride, and then this pride slowly fell and turned into a deep sorrow.

　　 When did all this start?

　　 The first time to strike up a conversation from the wandering bar, the first drink of the two?

　　 This is the first time fighting side by side from the pedestrian street and beating Arthur Ness?

　　 No, earlier, even earlier.

　　 It all started from the moment he stepped into the school plane.

　　As a fortuneteller and psychic, Jelena has amazing talents in certain mysterious fields. She can clearly feel the existence of the Destiny Node-this is very similar to the fortuneteller Amber of Atlas Academy. What Kohaku saw was the line of cause and effect floating beside the wizard, and what Jelena felt was the power of fate surging around the wizard.

　　The teachers of the East have a very apt term to describe her identity, and they look up to them.

　　 In Zheng Qing, Jelena saw a strong force of destiny that she had never seen before, which gave the gypsy witch who desperately needed to change her destiny see a glimmer of hope.

　　 So she had the first intersection with him, the second encounter, and then little by little, slowly developing to the present.

　　 Every fortune-teller is in awe of fate. The older the genre, the deeper the understanding of this point. The divination skills of Gypsy witches are well-known in the Wizarding League, and Jelena, who inherits this ancient genre of wizards, has followed the old people since childhood, feeling the footsteps of fate.

　　 The footsteps of destiny can be listened to, but not followed.

　　Following will bring fate into chaos.

　　 From the beginning to the end, it was only the pursuit of interests, and had nothing to do with love-Irina warned herself more than once. Only in this way can she minimize the entanglement of fate and carry out her plan under the cover of Zheng Qing's destiny.

Therefore, she uses love potions to wizards, trades with suspicious snake monsters, walks alone, and handles everything between the two with a completely utilitarian mentality. Interpretation of ancient books requires a profound knowledge of talisman. On the excuse of studying Fulu, Zheng Qing asked Zheng Qing to help her interpret it; visiting Alpha Castle needed Matthew Cullen’s key, so she refused Zheng Qing’s invitation and joined Matthew’s hunting team; even the date next Yuan Festival was nothing. It was she who borrowed the cover of Zheng Qing's destiny to interfere with the fortuneteller's detection of herself.

　　‘Why? ! ’

　　 Vaguely, she seemed to hear the black cat yelling at herself, why? why? why?

　　 "Because it's safe to stay by your side."

　　 The witch's lips moved slightly, and silently answered this roaring question from the bottom of her heart.

　　 Then that little red light finally crossed the long timeline and came to her.

　　 Irina slowly closed her eyes.

　　 There was a hot wind brushing his ears, and there was a crisp cracking sound behind him.

　　 It is like the sound of melting ice in the early spring, and it is like the sound of flowers blooming in a silent forest, full of moving and hopeful.

　　 Her eyes were hot, and tears couldn't stop streaming down.

　　 "Boom!!"

　　 The black cat seized the opportunity and pressed her claws downwards. Satogua, who was originally distracted by the broken moon, was taken over by the black cat for a while.

　　 This advantage also gave the other two witches a chance.

　　 The moment when the full moon behind Satogua was bombarded with a gap by the blood talisman bomb, the invisible power that bound the Gypsy witch suddenly vented.

　　 Irina finally seized the opportunity and got rid of the shackles. She reached out her hand and took out a stone pillar-like thing from her pocket, stuck it heavily in the mud, then she cut the palm of her hand and murmured a spell quickly in her mouth.

　　 A looming shadow spread out from the stone pillar and fell on Kolma, who was gradually illusory, preventing her from sliding further into the void.

　　 This is the material she prepared for her future introduction of "Moon God", just like the remains of the evil demon that Colmar bought in the Wandering Bar. In the entire first university, or the entire wizarding world, there is probably only this one left behind that aura. She initially participated in Colmar's magic circle project, just to refer to related rituals and accumulate experience for her magic circle.

but now……

　　 "It's over, it's all over." The Gypsy Witch lowered her eyelids and murmured, drew her fingers around the stone pillar volley, leaving traces of **** runes.

　　 I have planned for several years, so let’s end it.

　　 Lies and deceptions, this is the end.

　　 The nightmare in front of me, just end like this.

　　 has nothing to do with atonement or dreams, but a tired soul wants to rest. Just before the rest, she can do something.

Korma is still struggling hard between the void and reality; Jiang Yu just put away the rune gun and took out a black book of Dharma; the roar of the black cat hovered in the whole small world, and it was with Satogua’s Tentacle Wrestling~www.ltnovel.com~ The witch took a nostalgic look at the black cat who was working hard, and finally lowered her head, folded her hands and fingers together, pressed against the center of her forehead, and prayed in a low voice:

　　 "The moon **** who does not belong to this world"

　　 "Symbol of Mystery and Beauty"

　　 "The most dazzling fruit of the Kabbalah Tree of Life"

　　 "I pray for your coming..."

　　 Relying on the thread of guidance on the stone pillar, the witch's spirituality instantly crossed countless levels and entered the deepest place of the vast and infinite starry sky, a creamy white light hovering above her spirituality.

　　 "Have you already decided?" An ethereal and gentle voice gently brushed the spirituality.

　　 "Yes," the witch replied.

　　 "Even if you will lose yourself?"

"Yes."

　　 "Are there any unfulfilled wishes?"

　　 The spirituality of the witch seemed to look back towards the way home, and a little poem appeared in my heart:

　　 "With you, you are my comrade-in-arms, so I miss you; when I cross everything that has fallen and fight for eternity, you are my banner."

　　 "No more." The witch's spirituality finally replied.

　　 The milky white light circled the spirituality for a moment, then jumped and fell rapidly along the path of spirituality, crossing the infinite plane and the colorful colors, and finally fell into darkness.

　　The secret world.

　　 In the magic circle.

　　 In front of the small stone pillars.

　　 The fingertips of the witch who fell on her knees showed a green sprout.