Hunting College

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Gudiao Street, North District, Beta Town.

Sakura Tavern.

On the second floor, the lounge of the Gini Cottage, in front of the bar.

A black cat arched its body, stuffed its two front paws into the water basin, and scrubbed its paws vigorously. The pink bubbles overflowed the edge of the basin, almost submerging half of the black cat's body, but it did not affect its selfless cleaning work.

Behind the bar, the two witches leaned forward and backward with a smile, unable to control themselves.

"Don't cats like to lick their paws for cleaning? Have you tried licking their paws just now?" Kolma held a cup of green bees and wiped the corners of his eyes. After hearing what happened to the black cat described by Irina, the tears she had just laughed came out.

"What a nightmare." The gypsy witch shuddered, and glanced at the black cat pityingly: "I bet that the skinned toad must have rotten there for more than a week."

"I suddenly wanted to have some canned herring." Kolma babbled and started to giggle again.

The black cat continued to rub his paws with a dark face, not wanting to pay attention to them.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the Gini Cottage is the busiest time of the day. During the day, young jugglers who went to gather in the Silent Forest, worked as servants in alchemy workshops, stood on the streets as clowns, and hid in the docks as coolies appeared in the hall in twos and threes, and began to pray together and exchange their experiences in learning'magic'.

The black cat’s hearing is very sensitive, and it can easily hear that most of the so-called “magic” communicated by the magicians did not touch the real power. At best, the fingertips rubbed and sparked when they snapped their fingers. When discussing with enthusiasm about the different angles of fingertips, the sparks that emerge are different.

Serious discussants will also take notes on the spot, and draw different shapes of sparks and fingertip movements and angles on the notebook.

This discovery made his mood even more frustrated.

The two witches behind the bar didn't seem to notice the depression of the black cat, and they laughed for a while before they stopped.

"Speaking of business," Colmar cleared her throat, glanced at the black cat who was holding her paw and looking at her palm, and slightly lowered her voice: "You all know the news on the paper crane."

"I don't know." The black cat replied in a vicious voice. He carefully looked at the pink and tender palms of his paws that had been washed, and an urge to lick his paws constantly flowed from the bottom of his heart.

He is a wizard, not a real cat.

This contradictory tangled feeling repeatedly clashes in the bottom of the black cat's heart, making him a little irritable.

The owner of the Gini Cottage blinked.

"Okay," the witch has a good temper tonight. She pulled out an inferior enchantment talisman from a drawer under the bar, and patted it on the table. A thin mask spread out, covering the two of them. , And then she spoke in time: "Anyway, it's good news, I don't mind saying it twice."

She couldn't help laughing again.

The black cat glanced at her suspiciously, wondering if she should go to the school hospital to check her brain.

"Mr. Hamster wrote to us today, saying that he has received our sincerity, so it sent us the exact location of that place." As she said, Kolma spread her hands like a trick, her palms do not know when. A small roll of parchment, about the thickness of a little finger, and the length of an inch, tied with a black ribbon.

The black cat reacted for a while before realizing who Colmar was talking about "Mr. Hamster".

"Sincere?" He widened the cat's eyes in astonishment. He didn't care whether to lick his paws or not. With a little force on his limbs, he jumped from the floor to the bar.

The owner of the Gini Cottage very cooperatively put his palm under the black cat's nose.

The black cat sniffed.

Indeed, the parchment roll was full of the smell of Ferina.

But I haven't told him the news yet? The black cat lingered in his heart, his eyes hovered over the two witches for a moment, and asked: "Or, who of you told the hamster about Dr. Duzem?"

The smile on Colmar's face finally disappeared.

She and the gypsy witch looked at each other, "Isn't it you? We both investigated for a long time, but there was no result. Then tonight, the hamster suddenly heard a message saying that we have received a reply... We always thought it was you before. Tell it."

The black cat walked back and forth on the narrow bar with a sullen face, his tail hanging down.

At this moment, he felt like a thorn on his back—if the two witches didn’t know the whereabouts of Duzem, and Fei Rui said it was a clue from the three of them, then there is no doubt that the news leaked from him. of.

Maybe the hamster only put a tracking mark on itself, maybe Fei Rui sent a professional rat agent to follow him, maybe it borrowed itself as an anchor for third-party divination and figured out the whereabouts of Dr. Duzem.

Zheng Qing didn't know which situation was worse.

He only knew that some of his secrets must have been exposed to Fei Rui and under the eyes of the Rat Fairy. If these two mice are a little greedy, perhaps there are already some new materials in the wandering wizard's archives that can be sold.

Zheng Qing has the feeling of being stripped naked and thrown into the street. He finally understands where the wizard's mentality for privacy comes from. In a magical world, the respect for privacy is the respect for the wizard's own safety.

"Where is the secret place, shall we go now?" The black cat lingered on the table for a long time and finally asked.

Kolma stretched out his hand and scratched the black cat’s ears: “Don’t keep a straight face, it’s easy to get old... It’s too late today, and I have to go to class tomorrow. I plan to go next Saturday morning. Time, the meeting place will be notified separately."

"Yes." Elena has nothing to do with this: "Do we need to prepare anything else?"

"It would be great if you could borrow the runegun of our little boyfriend~www.readwn.com~ Kolma made a grimace at the gypsy witch: "There are rumors in the school now that his runegun is a It was built by a legendary alchemist, so he could kill Serprano with one shot...If he had his rune gun in hand, I believe our adventure will be safer. "

Meow meow meow?

The black cat looked at Colmar with a question mark.

Created by a legendary alchemist? I do not know how. And what the **** is "our little boyfriend"? !

A faint blush appeared on Jelena's face.

"His rune gun has been confiscated by the school." The gypsy witch politely rejected Colmar's suggestion, and emphasized: "This matter has nothing to do with him, don't stir him in... he is not your male. ticket."

The black cat squatted beside Elena and sighed deeply.

He has been involved, though not intentionally.