Hunting College - #2045 - Vol 5 Chapter 267: Everything has cracks

Andrew stood at the door of the wandering bar, looking at the big frog squatting at the door.

At noon—especially from Monday to Friday—the pedestrian flow on the pedestrian street is exceptionally sparse, and accordingly, fewer people come to the stray bar.

Mr. Commissioner remembers very clearly that when he was a student, the frog at the door of the Wandering Bar looked like this. It was short, stout, lazy, and looked like he didn’t wake up all day. Although he was an alchemy creature, his temperament was extremely high. Cunningly, if someone stuffed it with a jar of fruit flies, the frog would not be afraid to stuff it privately, giving the bribe-givers a higher-ranked hand.

“Official visit, thank you.”

The commissioner of the three-pronged sword greeted politely, shook his badge in front of the frog, the frog narrowed his eyes, looked at it carefully for a long time, and opened his mouth impatiently after confirming that the wizard who looked very much like himself did not say anything further. , spit out a hand full of fruit fly residue.

Andrew took it without hesitation, put it on his wrist, and pushed in the door.

The corridor behind the door is exactly the same as in my memory, with deep twists and turns. The hall at the end of the corridor is extraordinarily quiet, with no music, no lights, and no waitress. A few guests sparsely huddled in their respective corners, waiting for their respective ‘businesses’. Behind the bar, the multi-armed waiter wiped the never-ending wine glasses and watched everyone in the hall vigilantly.

Noticing the striking figure of the new guests, a few shadows huddled in the corner quickly got up and quickly left through the side door. The originally quiet hall was completely empty-they slipped so hastily that a chair was caught by someone. The corner of a guest’s robe was overturned on the ground.

“Mr. Commissioner, good noon!”

The multi-armed waiter behind the bar said gruffly and complained, “…If you didn’t scare all my guests away, I’ll definitely treat you to a drink!”

“Good afternoon… just call me Andrew.”

The wizard with the three-pronged sword greeted very kindly, raised the chair that fell to the ground, patted it, and said with a slightly emotional tone: “These chairs are exactly the same as when I was in school… Time seems to stand still here.”

“For the guests of the Wandering Bar, being unchanged is a particularly reassuring state.” A slightly abrupt voice sounded behind Andrew: “The weather is so good, what can I do for you?”

The commissioner of the three-pronged sword turned around.

As expected, I saw the owner of the wandering bar.

The figure of the wandering wizard fits perfectly with the candlelight scattered from the ceiling, as if standing there all the time, but the guests ignore his existence.

“Oh, it’s okay.” The short and fat wizard nodded slightly while holding his hat, and replied in a relaxed tone: “I was passing by and saw the big frog at the door, and I thought of my former nickname… I used to be known as the ‘Frog’. Prince’s.”

“Convincing.”

The wandering wizard looked at the commissioner of the three-pronged sword with a smile: “…Would you like something? Absinthe, juniper, butter beer, or green bee? If you think it’s not enough, there is a new batch of Kraken Rum in the bar. “

“no thank you.”

Andrew raised his finger and pointed out the window: “It’s still working time… You can’t drink. But it sounds like you really have all kinds of alcohol here… Just like when I was in school, the boys talked about it, there are only people in the wandering bar. You can’t think of it, there’s no cargo you can’t find.”

The wandering wizard looked in the direction of Mr. Commissioner’s finger.

The afternoon sun shone through the cracks in the bar’s windows, casting a slender, crooked light, like a glowing earthworm, tumbling in the dark soil.

The bar owner was silent for a moment.

“Everything has cracks, that’s where the light comes in.” He chuckled lightly, meaning: “There is light in the night, there is light in the dark prison, and there is also light in my small bar… …and vice versa.”

“Sounds complicated enough… Reminds me of when I was taking a philosophy class.” Andrew raised his hand to wipe the almost non-existent sweat stain on his forehead, muttered, turned and walked out of the bar: “Anyway… I just Come here and walk around…don’t bother…I wish the business is booming.”

“thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Commissioner Trident Sword said, he had stepped over the crooked light on the ground and entered the corridor, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at the bar owner.

“If,” he gestured, his eyes swept across the empty hall, and said vaguely, “If I want to hear people talk about the campus cup or the wonderful performance of a certain hunting team… There should be a lot of people on weekends.”

The wandering wizard frowned slightly: “Hunting competition?”

“For example, the Guilty Hunter, which has been very popular in the campus cup recently.” Andrew explained patiently: “It is said that they have been able to skillfully launch the second-order battle formation… This is still rare near the school… If I want to press a side door…”

Saying that, he winked his eyes at the wandering wizard: “…Is there another team, not necessarily a student, another hunting team also masters the second-order battle formation… News such as this~www.readwn.com~ No.” The wandering wizard replied very simply: “I have never heard of similar news.”

“Is that so?” The commissioner of Trident Sword looked extremely frustrated: “I heard someone say that a huge female soil bat was seen flashing by the edge of the town at the edge of the silent forest a few days ago… It looks like there is a hunting team practice. The second-order constellation array.”

“It’s surprising news.” The owner of the wandering bar looked at the guests.

“Yeah,” the chunky wizard wiped his forehead and sighed, “it’s surprising…I mean…if you heard something…”

“I’ll definitely fly you a paper crane right away,” the wandering wizard replied tactfully: “After all, practicing this kind of high-level magic circle near the school requires corresponding approval procedures.”

“Great… I mean, thank you.” Andrew said, making a contact gesture, then no longer hesitated, turned and left the gloomy bar.

The wandering wizard stood at the door, looking at the chubby figure outside the door hurriedly leaving on the street through the slight crack between the door frames, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

…

Back in the office, Andrew didn’t care to take off his hat, grabbed the iced black tea on the table, and gulped down half a cup.

Then he noticed a dozing paper crane on the table.

The commissioner of the trigeminal sword grabbed the paper crane roughly by the neck, and disassembled it into a piece of letter paper. The letter paper was not big, and there was not much content in it. Except for the greetings at the beginning and the nonsense at the end, he only extracted a valuable content from the letter. :

“…It has been confirmed that there is no hunting team that masters the second-order battle formation in the North District (within the management range of Gini’s Hut)…”

With Colmar’s seal on the letter – which means a great sorcerer had endorsed the contents of the letter – Andrew sighed heavily, crumpled the letter, and threw it into the wastebasket next to it.