Hunting College

Kolma sat in front of the dressing table, her fingers wrapped around the ends of her hair, her eyes staring hollowly at the pale yellow wallpaper on the wall.

Under her arm is not cosmetics such as powder boxes or eye creams, but a heavy magic book. The book was spread out, revealing a yellowed sheepskin drawing in the mezzanine.

A sketch of a complicated magic circle is outlined on the parchment paper. A red light spot is slowly moving along the traces of the carbon line. It seems to have been running for a long time. The blush on the light spot has decayed to its limit, almost changed. Become white.

"Ziz...Ziz..."

There was an uneasy cry from the lights and insects hanging on the ceiling, as if an old radio had a bad signal. This unusually awakened the contemplative witch.

She raised her head and glanced at the flickering light above her head, looked around to the left and right, and finally fell her gaze on the vanity mirror in front of her.

"It is very impolite to break into a girl's bedroom without the owner's permission." Kolma calmly said to his vanity mirror.

The mirror didn't move, as if it were an ordinary mirror.

The witch stopped paying attention to it, but put her hands behind her head, grabbed the loose long hair, then tied it, and pulled it out into a neat bun, revealing her white, long neck.

"Get in or get out, you always have a choice." The witch glanced at the dim mirror surface of the vanity mirror, a little impatient: "...instead of staying in the crevice of the'world in the mirror' all the time."

Her book shook a few times on the pillow not far from the dressing table, gleaming with a faint light, as if trying to attract the master's attention.

Under these multiple warnings, the uninvited guest hiding in the mirror finally gave up pretending to be deaf.

The mirror surface was like boiling mercury, trembling violently, stirring up ripples of different depths. After a while, the ripples receded, and the mirror surface was calm again, but there was an extra square armchair on the dressing table.

There is also a chubby rat with folds sitting on the chair of the teacher.

"This is an accident." The Mouse Fairy rolled his face, pinched his dry beard a little awkwardly, and whispered in defense: "I just wandered in the mirror world, stop by and take a look... I'm so old, and It's a mouse again..."

The witch was a little bit dumbfounded.

"You don't need to explain, which little thief I just thought." She smiled, and reached out a hand to take out a nail clipper from the box in the corner of the dressing table, reached out to grab the mouse fairy's little paw, and squeezed: "... You should let those children cut your nails regularly, which is good for your health."

The Rat Fairy stared at the witch's nail clippers for a long while without making a sound.

"Crack, click."

In the quiet bedroom, only the click of nail clippers. The sensitive light bugs on the ceiling had already returned to a stable frequency, bulging their belly, and shed light white light in a room.

"Are you... go to that small world tomorrow... do that thing?" The Rat Fairy turned his face sideways, staring at the heavy book at the foot of the chair, and looking at the complicated magic pattern on the parchment. , Asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The witch raised her eyebrows.

She didn't think the Rat Fairy didn't know about it. It is certainly not that simple when it brings up this topic. Maybe it was because of the accidental passing by tonight.

The guest did not keep the host waiting.

"This magic circle is very dangerous...very dangerous." The mouse fairy stared at the slowly moving light red spot on the array map and said softly: "The magic related to the starry sky makes death seem so gentle."

"Is it more dangerous than the life of the northern jugglers?" the witch asked back.

The Rat Fairy was silent for a long time: "They are still alive after all."

"The walking dead is not alive." For this, the witch felt that she had more say than the mouse in front of her.

The Rat Fairy fell silent again, and the witch continued to cut her nails quietly.

"I'll tell you a story." The mouse fairy finally spoke again, speaking slowly, but his words were very clear, as if every word had consumed a lot of determination: "After listening to this story, you decide whether you want to go with."

The witch blinked and raised her ears curiously, wondering what kind of story the Rat Fairy would tell.

"I used to be a wizard, you know." The Rat Fairy glanced at the witch, and his eyes showed a kind of kindness: "There are not a hundred wizards like me in the first university, and there are eighty... , Doing experiments that will never be done, day after day."

"In a sense, we are not fundamentally different from the jugglers in the North District."

"I don’t like doing experiments. Compared with harsh, boring, dangerous, and boring magic experiments, I prefer to go to new world adventures, or open up a candy hut in the depths of the Silent Forest, and go fishing by the river every morning and at night Go home and cook some mushroom soup. Raise a dog named Tom; raise a cat named Jerry. If you are lucky, you can make friends with unicorns or phoenixes."

"But dreams can only be dreams after all."

"For my children, I have to do many magic experiments, I have to become a senior researcher, become the top registered wizard, and even become a great wizard."

"Oh, did I tell you that I have a daughter?" The Rat Fairy looked at the witch with bright eyes: "Juice, this is her nickname...because every time I see her, it makes me big The satisfaction of drinking a large glass of juice in summer."

Kolma squeezed its little paw and shook her head quietly.

She has a bad feeling.

"When the juice is still there, I like cutting my nails the most." The Rat Fairy took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose very loudly, but his voice suddenly became a little lighter: "...Of course, it must be Admit it, your cut is not bad."

The witch smiled reluctantly.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say~www.ltnovel.com~Without more excesses and memories, the Rat Fairy's speech speed suddenly accelerated a lot: "When Juice was two years old, there was an accident in my laboratory. Demon. The gas leaked...very high concentration, very high purity evil gas... the entire laboratory was corroded by the evil gas. According to the procedure, the school sealed off the entire laboratory."

"We were all in the laboratory at the time. I, Juice's mother, she was my assistant. Juice's uncle, and her aunts. They were all sealed in the lab."

Kolma took a breath and shook the Rat Fairy's fingers involuntarily. The book not far behind her seemed to sense the shock of the master, and suddenly lit up with a silvery white light, illuminating the originally dim room.

"Worry that I have fallen into a demon?" The beard at the corner of the mouse fairy's mouth curled up, and he seemed very satisfied with the witch's reaction.

Kolma calmed down in a moment.

"No, you are not a monster." She was very sure: "The school allows you to exist, which means you are not a monster."

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