Hunting College - #2056 - Vol 5 Chapter 278: Week 8 begins

, Update Monster Hunter High School as soon as possible! Monday evening.

Beta Town, No. 90 Pedestrian Street, d≈k.

The door of the store was half-closed, and through the clean glass windows, one could vaguely see the swaying light in the room and the silhouettes of several Mohu Lakes. There was definitely someone inside.

Winter, winter and winter!

The knock on the door hesitantly rang a few times, and after a while, the store door was violently opened, and a red-faced, full-faced wizard leaned out half of his body: “Why so late… Who?”

Outside the door is a witch in a gray robe, with a veil tied around her forehead. You can vaguely see the tadpole-shaped black curse under the veil, and a strand of silver hair hangs down her temples. Favorite makeup.

Seemingly frightened by the rude action of the wizard who opened the door, the witch outside the door screamed in a low voice, took a few steps back, and reached into the cloth bag tied to her belt, clutching a worn-out law book.

The red-faced wizard – that is, Zhang Jixin – glanced at the cloth bag, and guessed in his heart how many frogs were in the bag.

Although Colmar has developed an ‘artificial sage’s stone’ to replace frogs, due to the cost, it is impossible to equip every wizard in the North District with one, and cheap frogs are still the first choice for many northern wizards who have initially mastered magical abilities. The most widely used casting material for wizards in the area.

“It’s so late, what’s the matter?”

The wizard who opened the door softened a lot, and he even tried to squeeze a smile, but his face was overshadowed by his efforts, which made his expression even more sinister in the dim night.

“I…I heard…I heard that there are rats…rat people here, so I want to meet.” The witch stammered, looking like she was going to run away at any time.

“Oh…that’s it.” The red-faced wizard scratched his head, looked back into the room, and shouted, “…she wants to see Brother Jingle!”

Another male voice came from the room: “Come back tomorrow, there’s something to do tonight… and they’re not in the store either.”

The red-faced wizard turned his head, and just as he was about to convey the opinion in the house, the witch nodded again and again, took small steps back, and then fled with the law book and the cloth bag in her hands.

Zhang Jixin sighed in frustration.

Looking left and right, there were not many students on the streets on Monday evening—especially if there were still wanderers on the opposite side—a few figures were scattered here and there, and there were no guests waiting for him.

The wizard muttered something in a low voice, then took out a sign from the room, hung it roughly at the door of the shop, and then withdrew into the room.

With the shimmering light from the window, the big characters “Dayang” on the sign are clearly visible. Ye Feng was swaying, pushing the sign on the door and shaking it slightly, preventing the next guest who wanted to knock on the door.

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After the witch from the North District left d≈k, she estimated that she was a long way from the store, so she slowly slowed down and looked back from time to time, but at this moment, the panic on her face had disappeared without a trace. become calm.

Not far along the pedestrian street, the witch turned into a narrow alley, the alley was twists and turns, many of the bluestone slabs on the ground were damaged, and there was no street lamp on either side, but the witch’s light footsteps did not stop at all, as if a sudden movement. A dragonfly that only skims over the water, agile and quiet.

After turning several alleys, she finally stopped by a quiet bay.

This is a little-known tributary of the Silent River that flows through the town of Beta. There are some old neighborhoods around the bay, sparsely populated, there are no shops, and there are not even old wizards walking around at this time; a small boat is parked in the bay. , sitting on the foredeck were two North District wizards fishing.

Seeing the witch’s figure, one of its wizards picked up a big fat frog from the bamboo basket on the deck and whispered a few spells.

Invisible magic fluctuations centered on the boat and spread to the surroundings, drowning in the dark night in an instant.

He nodded to his companion.

The companion pulled the rope on the boat, pulled the boat to the shore, and boarded the boat to meet the witch.

“They’re waiting inside,” the first wizard reminded softly.

The witch nodded slightly, without speaking, she bent down and got under the narrow canopy. Small and shabby with the outside