Hunting College

"True Ancestor? Glory?"

After hearing the bewitching words of Captain Mist, the old lich on the podium sneered: "We are a group of special wizards, not the dog legs of the ancestor..."

"How do you respect the true ancestor?" Captain Mist raised his eyebrows.

"Awe?"

Sir Ulrich’s figure shrank more and more severely. He quickly shrank from a few tens of meters to the size of an ordinary person, but his voice was as loud as before: "Our awe of him is just like the little one behind you. The girl's awe of you...respect, fear, but won't love him, right, little Nikki."

The banshee walked out of the shadow of Captain Mist anxiously, glanced at the ‘work’ sign on the chest of the old lich, and lowered her head: "Tutor."

Sir Ulrich was the old lich who took her out of the Sahara Desert, and the teacher who taught her to eat from a dead body and slowly get used to the monster's temper.

Seeing Jazz, she easily remembered her struggle in the desert, with the pungent taste of the beetle still faintly in her mouth. Then she thought of the experience in the Captain’s Chamber of the Mist that day, and thought of the despair and the tongue-tip Sweet.

The banshee burst into tears.

The old lich walked up to the banshee, raised his hand and pressed it on top of her head, and said mildly: "...Any growth comes at a price. You have slowly become a real lich."

Captain Mist watched all this silently.

As a monster of the original species, it has always been difficult to understand the sensitive and cowardly knot of the liches. In its view, demons eat wizards, just like wizards drink water and eat meat. It is a natural thing, and there is no reason for this little thing. But as a big monster, Captain Mist is smart enough that he will not say the wrong things to the wrong people at the wrong time and place.

After calming the banshee, Sir Ulrich turned his attention to today's main guest.

"Tell me what you are here, Mist." He repeated the previous question, his tone and expression a little more serious than before.

Captain Mist pulled at the brim of his hat.

"It doesn't need to be so serious," he had a false smile on his face, and his eyes were as cold as ever: "I just want to remind you that mayfly is safe only when there are enough... And now, the wings of the new mayfly have not fully expanded. , The old mayfly was over arrested by the hunters. The people of the true ancestors are in danger."

"It's all nonsense." The old lich shook his head, obviously not satisfied with the guest's answer: "You are not young anymore. You should know that the war between monsters and wizards has never stopped... The monsters are always in danger."

"...We need to unite all the forces that can be united," Captain Mist didn't care about Sir Ulrich's mockery, and continued: "The Siren intends to launch an attack on the First University to liberate the compatriots trapped in the black prison. So, we need your help."

Sir Ulrich looked at Captain Mist with a foolish look.

"Do I look stupid?" He raised the slender cane under his robe, knocked on the floor, and made a crisp sound: "The lich just likes to stay in the laboratory and do research, but it doesn't mean our ears. Ignore things outside the window...what's in the dark prison, what are you going to do, what preparations do you have in school...some things have happened in a day or two. Nikita still walked out from me. Why would you think of us? Will you get chestnuts from the fire?"

"No, this is not a use, but a win-win situation." There is no embarrassment on Captain Mist's face after the lie is exposed, and his eyes are as calm as always: "We have your support, and your ethnic group can be supplemented by fresh blood in the school. The elders may get the spoils of the black prison, and you yourself can also get the appreciation of the true ancestor and the respect of the whole world of monsters.

The wrinkles on the old lich's face didn't tremble at all, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

"That's not enough." The thin stick in its hand stomped on the floor and made a banging sound: "If you are really sincere, you should send us an invitation half a year ago...not on the eve of preparing to leave. ."

"Is there any difference?" Captain Mist showed just the right amount of confusion on his face, and at the same time responded sleekly: "Aren't you prepared accordingly? If I remember correctly, the number of liches who have returned to the Yellow Land in the past six months More than the total in the past ten years."

Nikita lowered his head and tried to reduce his sense of existence, lest the two ugly bosses realized his existence.

After hearing the words of Captain Mist, Sir Ulrich finally fell silent.

Supporting the slender cane, it walked along the spiral staircase to the second floor of the Wizard Tower.

The Captain of the Mist followed behind it.

Nikita walked at the back.

The voice of the old lich was flowing from front to back like flowing water, gurgling, and dripping into the hearts of the guests: "If you want to send troops to the dry land, it is not enough to persuade me. I'm just one of the king's staff... and I must remind you that there is indeed something wrong about your time. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is brewing a change...a revolution in religion and soul... Other elders are more concerned about this."

"Religion...revolution?" The Captain of the Mist raised his eyebrows vigilantly: "Who is it?"

"Our own." The old lich's answer is always a little unexpected: "Every year, every month, every day, when a new lich is born, it is always difficult for them to adapt to their new identity... which is not Good. The Yellow Land is a huge laboratory, not a mental hospital. The old people are a little tired of this kind of thing."

For this, Nikita is deeply moved.

She was not the only lich who had difficulty eating living wizards in the Yellow Land. There are many new-generation liches similar to her, they are like the dregs of the race, and they are cast aside.

"...So we are brewing a set of gratitude rituals." Sir Ulrich said: "You mentioned earlier that the liches who returned to the Yellow Lands actually came back for this matter. They don't know the Hell. What will happen."

Compared with the purpose of the returning liches, Captain Mist was more interested in what the old lich said before.

"Thanksgiving ceremony?" It raised the corner of its mouth slightly, and asked with interest: "Can you explain it briefly?"

"When a wizard eats meat, he will not eat it while confessing to that piece of meat. The new lich needs to change this mentality, then repentance can be turned into gratitude... Thanksgiving can make the newly born lich We have the courage to be themselves."

Before he finished his words, the long slender cane in the old man's hand clicked on the gate of the second floor entrance.

boom!

The two doors seemed to be violently pulled by the giant, and they opened forcefully, driving a draught wind and blowing the corners of Nikita's robe.

In the lobby on the second floor, a colder breath blew out with the draught wind.

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