Hunting College

At the first time the weird sound sounded.

The fingers of the round-faced witch quickly wiped the spine of the book, and a light gray halo spread out, forming a thin layer of light film attached to the door leaf, window ribs and vents, preventing the sound from reaching outside the room. Regional diffusion.

The gray-haired old wizard raised his hand and motioned the assistants behind him to leave.

The young wizards held the notes in their arms and disappeared docilely into the light and shadow that gradually lit up outside the door. The door to the conference room slammed shut again.

The light gray light film converges and tightens.

"Cough cough," the skinny wizard covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed lowly: "It's okay."

Until then, the translucent glass case under the clock slowly opened with a squeak, and a puppet was drilled out-it was wearing a black top silk hat, a stiff tuxedo, dark striped pants, and pointed. In his scalp shoes, there is a slender civilization stick in his hands, his face is pale, his eyes are narrow and he has a long, slender nose.

"You shouldn't come out." The round-faced witch glanced at the puppet and said calmly: "At least you shouldn't come out before the kids have left."

"Oh, please forgive me, the Great Wizard." The puppet took off his head, turned in front of him a few times, and then bent his leg to make a'head-off ceremony', and said sincerely: "...After all, I'm just A puppet without a brain."

"This can be seen by everyone." James replied with a bad attitude.

"Cough cough," the thin wizard coughed violently: "Yi said, "If you are not secret, you will lose your minister, if you are not secret, you will lose your body. If you are not secret, then you will be harmed. "...Ahem...We can tolerate a puppet as a messenger, but we cannot tolerate a messenger without a brain."

The puppet reinserted its head on his shoulders, kicked his pointed leather shoes, and flickered the civilization stick in his hand.

"It's your business to tolerate intolerance, but the choice of the messenger is the business of Lord Magician." It jumped and kicked, snapped its four fingers, and slid down on the large conference table. , As if on the stage:

"My lord reminded you that the questioning is just a waste of time~~ You should hold a hearing as soon as possible. Only in this way can you win your spoils."

"I thought she was also a member of the Lower Moon Council and would be a little concerned about the troubles of the Dark Blue Castle." The round-faced witch sighed slightly.

"How can a group of guys living in the dark expect them to watch and help?" The gray-haired old wizard snorted heavily.

The puppet obviously didn't like the words of the old wizard.

It turned its head, there was a creaking sound from its neck, and a pair of godless eyes glared roundly: "'Guy in the dark', hey, old man, don't forget your promise to Master'Magic'... …The clans under the moon are always the most important pillar of the alliance!"

"Don't be nervous, he has no malice." The round-faced witch interrupted quickly: "... Originally, everyone was just trying to give this question a try. If you hit it, you can make money, right? The important thing is the opinion of Mr. Magician. Is he sure he wants to hold a meeting of the Great Wizards before the end of the Black Prison incident?"

The puppet's neck creaked and turned back.

It looked at the round-faced witch, and suddenly opened its mouth, changing into a hoarse low voice: "...The country cannot be ruled for a day. Since the principal has confirmed that he wants to leave, he must confirm his successor as soon as possible... That's right. The responsibility of the first university is also for the safety of the alliance."

The three great wizards behind the conference table lowered their heads and expressed their respect for this voice.

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When Su Shijun left Dan Haag, the dawn had already covered the sky.

But when she arrived in the black prison, she once again fell into a world shrouded in darkness-the dark earth, the dark clouds, the dark night sky, there was not a trace of light above her head, and the expanse of the earth was flowing backwards with fiery heat. The magma converges into red puddles and small rivers, shining one of the few lights in this world.

The figure of the witch was like a cyan streamer, breaking through the thick black clouds, cutting through the dark night sky, and falling on the open space in front of the Hell Castle.

boom!

The cyan streamer flashed and disappeared, and the aura from the great wizard dispersed and disturbed, stirring up a fierce gust of wind.

Four illusory cyan foxtails swayed behind her, like the most brilliant flame, illuminating the open space in front of the castle. The constructed knight in heavy black armor stood neatly and silently on both sides of the tunnel, holding a spear in his hand, and flowing gold and silver interlaced cloud seals on the armor.

"Everyone... salute!"

The deep roar echoed in the square, responding to the ‘pop’ of the tip of the gun piercing the night, neat and dense, like a salute in unison.

In the distance, behind all the windows that can be opened in the old castle, there are densely packed figures, staring curiously and eagerly at the figure in front of the open space. These are young hunters who arrived in time after receiving Su Shijun's arrival in the black prison. Hormones destroy their usual stable shells, revealing a bit of fiery aura unique to young people.

It is a pity that they only saw the vague figure and the four huge, illusory foxtails swaying behind the figure.

Su Shijun's face was shrouded in a wide hood, only a white chin was exposed. She was walking on the corridor paved with dark slabs, and the clatter of high heels hitting the ground spread far in the empty world.

It seems to be slow but urgent, quick but not lacking in solemnity.

The witch's figure quickly disappeared in the heavy gate of the Hell Castle, leaving behind the windows with disappointed sighs.

Unlike the ordinary hunting team, as a member of the Council of the Lower Moon and a member of the Great Wizards’ Council, Su Shijun does not need to register at the gate of the Black Prison Castle. Instead, the staff of the Black Prison directly lead him to the rest of the Moon Lower Parliament. room.

It was an empty and gorgeous room~www.ltnovel.com~ The emptiness lies in the fact that there is no other furniture in this lounge except for the coffee table in the center of the room and the large sofa surrounding the coffee table; the magnificence lies in the golden wool and secrets on the floor. The Persian carpets woven with silver silk and the retro-style chandelier with golden branches and jade inlaid on the ceiling are simply arranged there, giving this room a bit of aristocratic atmosphere.

When Su Shijun walked into this lounge, in the middle of the room and around the coffee table, there were already four Yuan Yuezhi breaths waiting there.

The staff of the castle bowed back and closed the door of the lounge.

Click.

Su Shijun sighed softly, and the four swaying cyan foxtail phantoms behind him slowly converged and became a little solid. She took off her hood, revealing a beautiful face.

In front of the other senators, the witch had no intention of hiding her appearance.

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