Hunting College

Vol 2 Chapter 20: The fate of the elf and the plan of the big man

   The yellow-and-white striped fat tabby cat howled, brandishing the fleshy cat's paw, and stuck it heavily on Xin Fatty's face.

   Unwilling to be outdone, the blue giant stretched out a pair of fat hands and waved, making a threatening sound in his throat.

   A slight bump came from the cardboard box on the desk.

   The noise alarmed the residents in the cardboard box.

   "Take it light!" Zheng Qing stretched out his hand to stop the troubled Tuantuan and Xin.

   A faint sound came out of the box, and quickly dissipated in the quiet air of the dormitory.

   Several heads carefully leaned to the mouth of the box.

   "Are they awake?" Fatty Xin asked in a low voice.

   "Maybe." Zheng Qing looked at the sleeping elf in the box nervously, and pushed Xiao Xiao next to him with his arm. He also doesn't know the current situation of these little guys.

   "It should be just a dream." Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, craned his neck, and almost buried his head in the box: "Professor Li mentioned this situation before."

   Huamao moved Xiao Xiao's head aside with his paws, put away his beard and ears, and arched his head into the box.

   Its throat made a snoring sound to soothe the sleeping elves.

   It has been almost a week since the accident of the special plane.

   The elves are still asleep.

   Their originally translucent wings have become a bit dry, and their hair-like tentacles have long been weakened on the sides of their foreheads.

   Zheng Qing couldn't help sighing.

   The moving green halo around the elves has not been lit for a long time.

   If it were not for the slightly undulating chest, Zheng Qing would suspect that these little guys had completely fallen into the arms of Death.

   It has been nearly a week since the formal class, Zheng Qing has already met every teacher.

   After each class, he consulted these experienced tutors privately and asked if there was a way to save these elves.

   But the teachers all expressed their inability to help.

"This is a self-protection mechanism for the elves." Professor Truss of the alchemy class explained to Zheng Qing after the class: "When the owner dies unexpectedly, the elves who have a special contract with him will automatically sense this. 'Disaster'. The loss of the potion prepared by the owner means that their lives are about to end."

   "At this time, in order to delay the coming of death and reduce the consumption of the body, the elves will automatically enter the dormant state until death. Most elves will die in their sleep."

   "This is also the kindness and compassion of the wizard to the elves."

   Zheng Qing is noncommittal about this statement.

   Those great wizards only gave the elves the choice of death, but did not give them the right to choose life and death.

   No one likes such cheap kindness.

   Among all the tutors, only Li Qihuang, professor of pharmacy, mentioned a possibility:

   "There is a kind of magic insect called'Sand Time' that can secrete a liquid that prolongs the life of magic creatures. Maybe it can maintain the vitality of these little elves."

   Seeing the hope blooming in the boy’s eyes, Professor Li frowned and added:

   "It's just possible, you still don't have too much hope."

   "This kind of magic insect can only be seen in the depths of the silent forest. You are just freshmen, and I don't want you to take unnecessary adventures."

   "In addition, the definition of elves in the magical world is still very different. Wizards still cannot determine whether these elves are creatures or pure alchemy products. Therefore, the effect of the secretions of the'sand time' is uncertain."

   "Are there any samples of this secretion in the school laboratory?" Zheng Qing automatically ignored the many conditions mentioned in the conversation, and looked at Professor Li eagerly.

"The time limit of the secretions in the sand is very short, and the laboratory will commission hunting teams to enter the Silent Forest to collect them for a limited time when needed." Professor Li Qihuang seemed to regret telling Zheng Qing this information, and he dryly added: "Only high-level hunting teams Only then have the ability to enter the depths of the Silent Forest, and the completion rate of this task has been very low."

   The fluorescent light above his head flashed, awakening the silent 403 dormitory.

   "So, are you a descendant of Kunlun?" Fatty Xin put the whole group on his head, changing back to the original topic. He and Tuantuan reconciled.

  Fat Cat squinted, his hairy tail flicked behind Fatty Xin's head, which looked very pleasant.

   Zheng Qing rubbed his temples weakly.

   He tried his best to let his friends know that he was not a descendant of Kunlun; these rumors had nothing to do with him.

   But no one cares about his explanation.

   In the corner of the room, the tent of Dylan's six-poster bed suddenly lifted up.

   The blood-sucking werewolf showed a pair of shiny eyes.

  He is very interested in the issue under discussion.

"I also heard a few friends mention about the succession of Kunlun." Dylan hid his entire body in the big coffin on the bed, revealing only one head: "It is said that these news were passed on by Arthur Ness. "

   Fatty Xin craned his neck and poked his head, trying to see if there was anything interesting on Dylan's bed.

   The blood-sucking werewolf glanced at him and closed the gap between the curtains to block the fat man's sight.

   Tuantuan licked her pink nose, blinked her sky blue eyes, and laughed in her throat.

   "Arthur Ness?" Zheng Qing had no impression of this.

   "Old Alpha student drinking on the pedestrian street." Xiao Xiao said from the side.

   Zheng Qing thought of the guy who crushed the red wine glass. He clearly remembered that he had taken more than forty suppression talisman on that guy-a full amount of his output for more than a month.

   "Why is that guy talking nonsense!" Zheng Qing was a little angry, and some of his suppression charms began to feel distressed.

   "Because we won't be able to win." Xiao Xiao curled his lips: "If we use a spell to make Mr. Arthur lie in the dust, maybe they will shut up now."

   Zheng Qing thinks that Alpha's sophomore is a little funny.

   "Why?"

   "Falling to the hands of a new student who can't even spell makes everyone wonder if he can become a real wizard."

   "A wizard who can only use spells is not a good wizard." Zheng Qing searched his stomach, remembering this sentence he had vaguely seen recently.

   "The original meaning of this sentence means that wizards should be good at potions, runes, alchemy, divination and other skills. It does not mean that wizards are encouraged to use their fists to solve problems." Xiao Xiao hinted blankly beside her.

   "Which side are you on!" Zheng Qing was frustrated and glared at Xiao Xiao.

   Xiao Xiao is holding his black notebook, writing and painting casually.

   "Just like you said." The vampire werewolf on the six-poster bed reopened: "The distinguished Mr. Arthur Ness obviously doesn't want others to know that he has been suppressed by an ordinary freshman with a talisman."

Dylan's mouth showed a hint of ridicule, and his dark red eyes flashed on the bed, seeming to be extraordinarily permeating: "And, in that conflict, he borrowed the name of Friedman...maybe Sir Friedman was not I am glad that my name has been tarnished."

   "Who is Friedman?" Zheng Qing couldn't help asking: "That Arthur kept calling this name that day."

"Sir Friedman Black Cullen, the outstanding heir of the Black and Cullen families, and the future Senator of the Moon Council. Although he has just grown up, he has enough voices to express his opinions in the Moon Council. Matthew Cullen in our class at UU reading www.uukanshu.com is related to him." Xiao Xiao said solemnly, "I have to say that Mr. Nath is in trouble."

   "In that case, we might as well make this thing more interesting." Dylan's dark red pupils gleamed, as if this matter aroused his great interest.

   "It really suits me." Fatty Xin stood by the desk, with four cat claws clasping his hair on top of his head, like a fluffy hat, looking funny:

"We can definitely help the flames. I think someone sent you an invitation letter. If you don't go to the other party to return a courtesy, it would be very impolite. Besides, you have to stay in university for four years and meet some big people in advance. There will be no harm in your college career in the future. If you have trouble in the future, you can ask friends for help."

"So you need to make some small changes. For example, your frivolous behavior is not in line with all the actions of the inheritors of the true ancient inheritance. Don't jump around when you walk, don't look around." Dylan gave his own. Suggestion: "You don’t need to add any clothing. It’s a set of gowns in college anyway, but I suggest you put a mysterious mark on your school gown. How about a gossip cufflink?"

   "The cuffs with a little gossip on the circle logo are really good! You deserve to be a nobleman in the dark night, but he has a culture." Fatty Xin nodded, innocent.

"Finally, you should be more vigorous." Xiao Xiao closed his black notebook heavily and exclaimed: "Don't be too petty. After class every day, you might as well walk in crowded places to make everyone familiar. As for What kind of duel, which big man has such idle time?"

   A few words decided Zheng Qing's behavior in the next few days.

   Zheng Qing was dumbfounded.

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