Hunting College

When Elena knocked down the railing in Sir Friedman's lounge, outside Alpha Castle, at the end of Gama Street, outside a dusty villa, two undesired guests came.

In the afternoon, the sun had just moved past the mid-sky, and there was still a bit of laziness in the air, which drove the chill out of the early winter morning. The bluestone pavement of Gama Street is dry and clean. Occasionally, the olive trees on the side of the road will drop a few yellow leaves, and they will be immediately swept into the corner by inexplicable wind.

Two figures in white cloaks walked silently on the bluestone road, and finally stopped at the gate of No. 49 Yard on Gama Street.

Gama Street is a small street surrounding Alpha’s main castle. The street is not long or messy. On the side close to the castle, a circle of silver-gray mansions stood neatly along the street. The house numbers of these mansions are counted from the left side of the main entrance of Alpha Castle, going backwards in turn, skipping the unfavorable numbers such as No. 4, No. 13, and ending on the right side of Alpha Castle after a round.

Forty-nine Gamma Street is the last house number of this silver-gray mansion.

Different from the gorgeous styles of Byzantium, Rococo, Grand View Garden, etc. of those ancient families, the Mansion at No. 49 Gama Street seems to have more elements of the magic world—mushroom-shaped huts, butter roll-like eaves, and windows. Stitched with finger biscuits, they are also decorated with fresh bergamot and cranberries; outside the house, puff chickens scurry around, chasing a few rice sticks covered with cane sugar; in the yard, hot cocoa spring water is gurgling The gurgling bubbling, a few candy ducks swam around in a daze, flapping their wings from time to time, and spilling dark brown hot drinks everywhere.

"Is this really the clubhouse of the Cheung Kei Club?" the guests walking behind couldn't help but ask in a soft voice, with a slightly unbelievable tone: "This is too exaggerated!"

The white cloak walking in front stopped and glanced back at the wizard behind him.

"This was originally the residence of the Green Witch Club, but because of the weak exhibition, the Witch Club has not recruited enough members for a long time, and can't find a suitable sponsor. So they were forced to abandon this candy hut... In this year's school hunting competition, Seprano earned some gold so that he had enough capital to buy this mansion as the residence of his Cheung Kei Club."

"This is what we are here for today."

"Matthew, you have to remember, never use the first impression to judge the truth of things, no matter how shocking or unbelievable they are." The tone of the white cloak looked a little harsh, just an expression. Blocked by the hood, it didn't show up.

"Okay, sir." Matthew Cullen immediately lowered his head and accepted the teachings of his cousin.

Sir Friedman turned his head, tightened the collar of the cloak, stepped over the threshold of chocolate pouring, and walked into this very distinctive mansion.

Seeing a visitor, a bread man hobbled up to usher.

"Good day, gentlemen." The Baker bowed laboriously, and said hello with an urn sound. Matthew noticed a few deep gullies squeezed out of the breadman’s pineapple bun’s head. I don’t know if it was its smiling face. The arms and legs of the baguette were difficult to bend. The broken crust and powdered sugar on his body were following. With its bow, it descended rustlingly.

I don’t know if this baker can’t stand up, will he be served to the table by the owner of this mansion, the young vampire thought silently, and at the same time quietly took off the cloak that was covering the outside, and handed it over to a few others. Bread man waiter.

It must be admitted that the air-dried baguette is really strong, and there is no pressure to hang a few cloak jackets.

A breeze blew by, and a wisp of sweetness rushed into the young vampire's nose, causing him to take a deep breath, creating a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

This feeling of contentment disappeared immediately after he followed Sir Friedman into the mushroom house and saw a large table of soda crackers and the fat wizard behind the table.

It was a strong fat man, even through the wide robe, he could still clearly see the outline of the bulging muscles. His eyebrows are thick, his eyes are small, his eyes are deep, and his cheeks are slightly drooping downwards, like a sharp-pei dog looking eagerly.

But Matthew never dared to express his own thoughts in front of the fat wizard.

Because sitting behind the table of soda crackers is Mike King Seprano, who is as famous as his cousin at Alpha Academy, the vice president of the Hemophilia Club, the founder of the Cheung Kei Club, the most famous in the entire castle. One of several powerful students.

"Friedman?" Seeing the two guests, the strong fat man behind the table didn't mean to stand up to welcome him. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his lips: "You have the courage to come to my place. "

"Why not?" Jazz looked very surprised.

He spread his hands slightly, shrugged, looked around, his tone was very friendly: "I heard that you recently made a little money, so I immediately replaced such a mansion on Gamma Street as a neighbor~www.ltnovel.com ~ I naturally want to come to congratulate... By the way, the mansion of the 3a Association is at 27 Gamma Street, about diagonally across from this mansion."

"This is sarcasm, Mike, I can hear it all!" A sharp shout suddenly came from a picture frame hanging on the wall. It seemed to be speaking from the perspective of Seprano, but the tone revealed a strong tone. gloat.

Matthew's eyes paused slightly. He knew the figure hung in the frame-he was the owner of the wandering bar on the pedestrian street in Beta Town, and the broker called the "Wandering Wizard" by the students. He was said to have been a black wizard.

It's just that what is this wandering wizard doing here in Ceprano? The young vampire's mind immediately turned around, trying to independently think about what kind of deal would happen between a certain former black wizard and the current college black boss.

"Thank you, Mr. Wandering Wizard... It's just a matter between me and Friedman." The fat wizard thanked him coldly, and then his eyes moved slightly: "As a thank you, I will ask you to eat cream. "

A strong wizard quietly walked out of the corner, holding a large pot of cream, and pasting it on the photo frame. The screams of the wandering wizard were immediately submerged behind a layer of white cream, gradually becoming inaudible.

The corners of Matthew's eyes twitched lightly.

Seprano didn't care about the expression of the little vampire behind Friedman. He still sat in his seat and did not seat the two guests. He just leaned forward slightly, folded his hands, and squatted. Layering his chin, looking at the tall wizard in front of him, his eyes darkened:

"After all, what do you want to do today?"

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