Hunting College

　　 Compared with the reception of ordinary wizards, the VIP reception of great wizards is much more humane.

There are no long and narrow corridors, tall silver-gray cabinets on both sides of the corridors, and no thick glass windows separating them. The reception of the great wizards is more like a cozy study room.

It's just that this study room is a bit big.

Kolmar estimates that the distance between the floor and ceiling of this study is at least ten meters away. Even with her height, she felt that this room was too empty.

Too empty means not completely empty.

Opposite the entrance, there is a huge desk. Around the desk is a few soft sofas. In front of the sofa is a coffee table with a marble top. There are fresh fruits and various snacks on the coffee table. The sofa was surrounded by lush bonsai, and Kolma even saw an elf wearing a veil hiding in the grass and greeted her secretly.

The room is surrounded by bookshelves high up to the ceiling, densely displayed with books of various colors-this makes the great sages of the North District very eye-catching, because the North District is so large and so many wizards that there are no such a rich collection. Library.

Yes, in Kolmar's view, this reception room can be called a library. She had no doubt that the collections on these bookshelves alone would be enough for a wizard from the North District to study for a lifetime.

"Thank God! A normal visitor finally arrived."

In mid-air, a surprisingly familiar voice came, and Colmar followed the reputation. The fat witch who had just sent her to this room was slowly climbing down a ladder, panting.

It looked like she had just sorted the books on the shelf.

Colmar felt a little confused.

She turned her head and looked at the entrance. The crimson door was closed, but she remembered very clearly that the fat witch who sent her to this reception room didn't even enter the door. She was cautious when she arrived at the door. left.

"I'm not her," the fat witch who had just climbed down the ladder walked to the visitor and said empathetically, "We just look more alike."

They are indeed not the same person. For this, Kolmar is very certain-the difference in temperament alone can be easily judged. The fat witch at the reception desk of the ordinary wizard is absolutely not pretending to face the great wizard; and the fat witch in this bookstore is free and easy when facing herself, which is also impressive.

But if the two are just ‘more alike’, it’s equally unconvincing. Because with Colmar's vision as a great wizard, they couldn't tell the difference in appearance between the two.

The frequency of cheek shaking when they both spoke was almost the same.

And if it's the same, tuberculosis.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Madam." The fat witch looked at the visitor with a smile: "Dan Hag Foreign Affairs Bureau Grand Wizard Reception is for you."

Colmar gave up the idea of ​​distinguishing the two fat witches.

“The First University is facing pollution from the starry sky. At present, the school staff is a bit tight, so I want to apply for the assistance of the Dan Hagg Law Enforcement Corps.” The Great Sage of the North District explained his intention in a few words and emphasized: “This matter is very important. Urgently, before I came, a small patrol of the wizards of the North District had disappeared in the Silent Forest."

"Matters involving laws are urgent." The fat witch patted Colmar's arm-it seemed that she wanted to pat Colmar's shoulder, but because she was a little short, she could only reach Colmar's arm- —Comforted: "But rest assured, I will help you process the relevant documents as quickly as possible."

With that, she blew away from the witch like a whirlwind until she was behind the huge desk. At the same time, a group of elves flew in front of the visitors, holding the fruit plate and snacks, dragging the tea cup and teapot.

The fruits on the plate are washed clean and translucent, which makes people want to eat a bit.

Kolma picked up a crimson cherry and a piece of mung bean cake, and refused the hot tea. The elves did not have the slightest disappointed expression, still holding a variety of delicious flavors, fluttering their wings cheerfully around the visitors.

When she ate the cherries and the pastry, the fat witch had returned to her side, holding a long roll of parchment in her hand.

"Do you know what this is?"

This question made Kolmar feel that the fat witch lacked a sense of service as a receptionist, but she didn't mind, but followed the fat witch's question and guessed: "It looks like a contract?"

"application!"

The fat witch stuffed a quill full of ink into the hands of the new great wizard and happily patted her on the shoulder: "The starting point of all procedural justice, the "Witcher Code" and the highest collegiate panel, the world's most Important thing. Since you plan to apply for the assistance of the Law Enforcement Corps to protect the domineering school that does not put the Umbilities in its eyes, then I must make everything comply with the rules... the rules, understand?"

"It sounds worse than I thought." Colmar had heard a lot of criticisms about the independence of the first university within the alliance, but she always thought that those were just the discord of the big people in private. It was totally unexpected that an ordinary receptionist in Dan Haag would inadvertently talk about it.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the first university is tight at the moment.

"Dan Hag is very busy after all," the fat witch did not notice the subtle expressions of the guests, and was still complaining endlessly: "From the Flobber caterpillar gnawing at the neighbor's furniture, to a group of wild vampires raging in Fort Lee...Of course, of course. For all violations of the "Witcher Code", Dan Hagg's door will be opened to them... but it must be admitted that this is a lose-lose ending."

"Is Fort Lee the castle of which clan?" As a new great wizard, Kolmar hasn't cultivated the reservedness of many great wizards, and still maintains enough curiosity and modesty about the world and the unknown.

"No, it's an ordinary town in the world of Baiding," the fat witch quickly stamped the application form with her hands and feet, and smiled and replied: "On the other side of the Hudson River in New York City, North America, it belongs to New Jersey... once It is a film and television base. The group of wild vampires thought they could use actors to make-up and hide in the town, but they forgot that vampires really need to drink blood..."

"If I remember correctly, New York is the possession of the Cullen family?"

"Including New Jersey and the large territories on both sides of the Hudson River... So they have always been very concerned about things at their doorstep. The group of wild vampires was **** by the Karen family." The fat witch's face was obviously dissatisfied: " Let me say that the Alliance is too tolerant to those families hiding in the dark."