Hunting College

The yellow raccoon flashed away and left.

The few elves that had just hung on it all fell into the air on the hard desk. The painful noises one after another made the other elves laugh.

Tuan Tuan Tuan Tuan does not have the heart of the elves.

Waiting for the remaining sound in the air to completely dissipate, it touched its chest, took a few breaths, and eased.

"How did the Rat Fairy provoke this old ancestor?"

The chubby cats wrinkled their faces, and the meows were all puzzled:

"I remember that mouse has always been very cautious in doing things... Also, who is the other'volleyball'? It always feels familiar... What is the "glass ball" floating next to it, there seems to be another inside. A small tree? It looks so funny... I want a glass ball too."

Huh!

The only closed curtain in the dormitory was torn open.

Dylan lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes, wandering around the dormitory blankly for a while, and finally fixed on the fat cat: "Hey, Tuantuan, who is coming? I seemed to hear a strange cat barking. ...Is it your relatives?"

As he said, he still sniffed, his tone becoming more and more troubled:

"Hi...It seems a bit strange, and it doesn't seem to..."

Huh, a joke!

If it is so simple and you are aware of it, then the boss is not the boss.

Fat Cat raised his chin, glanced at the blood-sucking werewolf with disdain, ignored him, turned and lay back on Fatty Xin's pillow. Seeing that the ‘sleeping berth’ had been laid again, the elves cheered and hung up again.

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...

Gudiao Street, North District, Beta Town.

On the open space outside the cherry blossom tavern.

The members of the Gini Hut gathered in twos and threes and looked worriedly at the closed wooden door on the second floor of the tavern. Colmar and Catherine have been in the house for more than half an hour, and there has been no news.

"Do you think that your eldest sister's condition is not right today?" A girl with a sleeve whispered to her companion next to her, with some worry in her tone: "I feel that the whole person is much colder than usual..."

"Maybe it's because she changed her haircut?" a boy replied carelessly.

"Yes," the other girl glanced at the wooden door on the second floor with a trace of envy in her eyes: "Silver-white hair is so beautiful, I want to..."

"Is it time to care about hair color? If Catherine is injured, what will her parents do? What about her two brothers? The number of experiments this month has exceeded the standard, and the club’s aid fund is said to have bottomed out.

"Really? Should I come to the next club meeting?"

"It must be true, how shrewd Casey's mother is, she must have gotten some news from her eldest sister and father... Otherwise, there is still a month before the wedding, how could she ask for leave? There are so many things to prepare. ?"

"Marsie and Laurie also took time off to help. They have a good relationship with Casey, and they must know something..."

The young jugglers were talking worriedly, and the more they talked, the more worried they were. Many people have moved to the edge of the small courtyard involuntarily, as if they would be out in the next moment.

All choices have nothing to do with loyalty. In the northern part of Beta Town, the concepts of loyalty, compassion or compassion are a luxury. The jugglers living in this community are most exposed to struggle and choice.

Struggle in a difficult situation, choose in a desperate situation.

Any of their actions reveals the peculiar shrewdness and calculation of the people in the North District, but in addition to calculations, they also have fierce qualities that ordinary folks do not have. That is the nourishment they learned in the Silent Forest.

Just like Catherine, her boldness or bravery in front of Colmar is not based on corresponding qualities, but on her positioning of herself and the best choice she can make in the face of difficulties.

The chaos in the small courtyard ended with a squeak.

The wooden door on the second floor of the Sakura Tavern was pushed aside with a squeaking sound. Kolmar took Catherine’s hand and walked out. The young magicians waiting in the yard craned their necks, and their eyes fell behind the lodge owner. On the gray robe female actor.

Compared with before, Catherine's appearance has not changed much, except that there is a tadpole-like black mark on her forehead similar to that of Colmar, and a strand of hair has become silvery white.

In addition, she was in almost the same state as most of the magicians who had worked as experimental assistants-following Kolma stiffly, her face pale and her eyes sluggish.

It looked like his brain was burned out.

This kind of reaction did not exceed the expectations of the onlookers-in comparison, it is a good result that a certain degree of confusion in the mind is a good result. In many cases, out-of-control magic experiments will take away some parts of the experimenter. For the magicians, that result is even more tragic.

Just as the young jugglers downstairs were worried, Kolmar pulled Catherine to a stop on the small balcony at the top of the stairs.

She quietly looked down at the jugglers downstairs.

As if to imprint their fear, anxiety, and anger at this moment in their heads.

Her eyes were sparkling.

Then she took out a simple book of Dharma from her arms, turned around, and stuffed it into Catherine's hand.

"Will it be used?" she asked.

Catherine's blank eyes were a little bit brighter.

"meeting."

Although there is no ability to cast spells, it does not mean that you have completely lost your dreams. When every juggler is young, they dream of what they will do when they hold the book. Many magicians will remember a few simple spells firmly even if they cannot perform magic.

Still the old saying, dreams still have to be, what if they come true?

After hearing Catherine's answer, Colmar nodded in satisfaction, then drew out a quill pen and stuffed it into the hands of the gray robe female magician:

"Try it~www.ltnovel.com~ Catherine took the quill and the crude book over there with trembling hands.

The young jugglers watching downstairs looked like a group of ducks pinched by their throats. They held their breath and stared blankly at the gray-robed girl who had been sentenced to death by them before picking up the quill and opening the law. Book, skillfully copy mantras on Dharma books.

This is not what a person with a burnt brain should have.

Realizing this, and looking at the actions of Colmar and Catherine, the flexible guy seems to have realized something. This ‘consciousness’ seems to be contagious. Not long after, all the magicians in the yard were breathing heavily, and their eyes burned to the small balcony on the second floor.

After a while, the curse was finished.

Catherine carefully held the book, her hands trembling, as if she was holding the whole world.

Three heads

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