Hunting College

Catherine Stewart stood in the crowd, her heart trembling slightly. Her mind was blank. Even if you are fully mentally prepared, this feeling is still desperate when it's your turn.

Her father broke his leg in Silent Forest some time ago. Her mother was earning a hundred cartons and a copper at the North End Pier. She also had two younger brothers, expecting her to bring some leftovers from the Gini hut. Come back home.

"Catherine needs her more at home, let me go." A male theorist who usually has a crush on girls in gray robes stood up and said tremblingly: "I have an older brother at home, and he can take care of his parents."

The gray-robed female theatrical master, that is, Catherine, gave the reckless young man a grateful but helpless look.

"It's not for you to decide." Outside the circle, the owner of the Gini Hut coldly and cruelly rejected the boy's request: "Every choice in the world has its own reasons. What we can do is to work hard after making a choice. do the best."

"It's okay, I can." Catherine took a deep breath and nodded at Colmar.

Then she reached out and took off the headband between the hair, and threw it to the daredevil boy: "Colin, in case there is any accident, I hope you can..."

Having said this, she suddenly stopped, looked at the floor blankly, and laughed blankly.

"Help me take care of my two younger brothers," she finally said what she hadn't done: "...Three months, three months of care is enough."

Three months later, my father's injured leg should be healed.

The girl thought silently, quietly walked out of the crowd, came to the owner of the Gini hut, raised her head, and looked at her bravely:

"I'm ready."

Behind her came the neat and deep prayers of her companions:

"May Merlin bless you, our sister."

Kolma held the prepared potion and motioned the others to leave the hall temporarily.

Until the last person left, closed the heavy wooden door, completely isolating the noise and anger.

The sun couldn't pass through the muddy glass, and the light bugs were resting. Although it was daytime, there was a strange darkness and silence in the room.

Kolma looked at the female magician who was kneeling in front of her, her lips moved slightly, and she said in a subtle and clear voice:

"Being in the North District is our common sorrow. There are only two paths before you... or being abandoned by the world in obscurity, or changing yourself in accordance with the world."

"This is the consistent philosophy of Gini Cottage."

"Now I need you to repeat it again to make sure you agree with this idea in your heart."

The gray-robed female juggler repeated Colmar's words in a low voice, and at the end, she added: "...This is my true thought. If there is a chance to get rid of the identity of the juggler before me, no matter what , I am willing to try. Give it a try, there is still a glimmer of hope in the future."

Korma stuffed the medicine bowl in his hand into the hand of the female magician.

"The taste is a bit bitter," Catherine took the medicine bowl, drank it all, then slapped her lips, showing a bit of relief on her face, but also restored a bit of usual playfulness and boldness: "What kind of medicine is this? I feel my tongue. It's already a little numb..."

"Tranquilizer." Kolma glanced at the female magician, raised his hand to disperse the surrounding tables, chairs and benches, then lay on the ground, directly using his fingers to seal the magic circle on the hard oak floor.

While engraving, he explained without looking back: "...Experiments directly on the soul are a very painful process, reducing the intensity of your struggle in the circle can maximize the success rate of the experiment."

"...The tongue is the part that loses the first feeling, then the cheeks, neck, viscera, hands and feet... Vision and hearing will be preserved, ensuring that you always follow the requirements of the magic ritual in your heart."

After sketching the outline of the magic circle, Kolma wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned and glanced at his test assistant.

I saw the female magician in a gray robe holding her head in her hands, kneeling quietly under the shadow of the bar, motionless.

It's like a statue.

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Nine universities, dormitory hills.

403 quarters.

The red sun hung in the sky, the warm wind was blowing, and it went into the house along the narrow window.

There was no one in the dormitory. Quietly, the tent of Dylan's bed was blown up by the wind, revealing the black coffin inside, and a slight snoring sound came from the coffin.

The fat cat huddled up on Fatty Xin's pillow, purring, and the tip of its tail was slowly rising and falling in the breeze, looking very comfortable. Several little elves snapped on its belly, wrapped in wings, and fell asleep together.

Suddenly, the warm wind subsided.

Tuantuan, who was squinting and dozing, trembled his ears and raised half of his eyelids.

Then it saw a familiar figure squatting on the edge of the desk not far away.

It is a yellow raccoon.

A round face with golden pupils, gray fur, and a transparent ball floating on one side of his shoulder, with the shadow of a small tree faintly inside.

The fat cat, who has always been very angry, jumped up with his tail between the corners of his eyes when he saw the visitor. The little elves who originally hung on it for a'lunch break' rolled down and fell on the fat man’s soft bedding. Although they didn’t fall into a dizzy bedding, they were interrupted to take a nap, and all of them were angry. stand up.

The fat cat quietly raised the tip of its tail and blocked the mouth of the elf with the highest voice.

The yellow raccoon was condescending, looking down at the fat cat's every move, until the dormitory was quiet again, it asked in a rough voice: "Have you ever seen two mice? One fist-sized, like a volleyball; the other always sits. On Mu Nian, his face was full of folds, and he was panting..."

Although this description is vague, it is already very clear to those who know their identity.

Tuantuan sat up straight ~www.readwn.com~ with a rattle shaking his head: "I haven't seen it...I'm very obedient. I have always stayed in this dormitory!"

As he spoke, he raised a paw and cursed fiercely, looking like he could not take out his cat's heart to show the ancestor in front of him.

The elves listened to the two tabby cats standing opposite each other, meowing at each other, which was very interesting.

A few felt a familiar aura on the newly arrived yellow lilies, and they flew over bravely and landed on the yellow lilies to help it groom their fur.

Tuantuan felt that he was about to have a heart attack.

On the contrary, the ancestor did not seem to care about the actions of these elves, but frowned and trembled his ears to prevent an elves from rubbing its ears, and then nodded: "I see... I see that next time. Two rat pups, remember to inform this uncle that I am going to peel them...bark...bark!"

Before the voice fell, the yellow raccoon flicked its tail, turned and disappeared into the dormitory, leaving only the intermittent residual sound of the air.

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