Hunting College

"October 16, 2009 - Work Record."

After filling in the date, Andrew stopped writing and looked up at the window—at this moment, he was sitting in the office of the Trident Sword office in Beta Town. His desk was next to the window, and he could see a small square, Three intersecting streets and a small patch of sky.

It's October, the height of autumn, when the First University holds the Moon Hunt.

In the impression of the chubby wizard, the days when the school held the moon hunt, the weather was always good, and the officers of the weather supervisor could always use the good weather **** they had saved for a long time during these days, just like now, he raised his head Looking out the window, you can see the clear and blue sky, like a clear sapphire, the clouds floating forever are fluffy and soft, the refreshing autumn breeze welcomes every life on Phuket Island, and you can see yellow or red from time to time. The fallen leaves swept across the street.

The priest with a sacrificial robe on his shoulders passed by the window with a serious face, perhaps to attend someone's funeral; a sallow-faced alcoholic squatting at the corner of the street, holding a half-empty bottle of Kraken rum, he didn't know where he was. Say something; a two-tailed squirrel flashed past the eaves, followed by a few grass sperm cursing.

Andrew guessed that the squirrel should have stolen the chestnuts that the grass sperm collected.

He looked enviously at the figures of the little guys who were leaving, sighed heavily, picked up the quill again, dipped it in the ink bottle, and smoothed the parchment on the table:

"...The death of the Ogre Tribe that occurred somewhere in the Silent Forest on the night of October 13 (coordinates 32.14, 64.38) could not be traced back to more details... The remains of the scene show that there are traces of the second-order battle formation... The first investigation has been carried out. All suspicious targets within the scope of a university, and focused on checking the hunting team (hunting team) with the ability to deploy second-order battle formations, but no relevant clues were found... The verification of the key monitoring unit 'Wandering Bar' is still ongoing The Central...North District Wizarding Corps is endorsed by the Great Wizard Colmar to temporarily rule out suspicion...The Safety Committee of the School Work Committee does not approve the trigeminal investigation, saying that the school's guardian circle is not within its jurisdiction. This group of sons and daughters (marked Lose)…"

Mr. Commissioner hastily crossed out the last sentence - I just wrote it down for a while, and I forgot that this is not my notebook, but a work record to be filed. The work within Phuket Island is getting more and more difficult. If the old man's school committee's letter of assistance to the trigeminal sword is perfunctory, it will be delayed if it can, as if finding out an unidentified death in the silent forest can be done. It's like how much performance it brings to the three-pronged sword!

"These sons of bitches!"

After Andrew signed his name at the end of the work report, he glanced at the line he had crossed out and cursed again in a low voice.

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"In the silent forest on Tuesday night, a small ogre tribe was slaughtered, and thirteen ogres died." Having said this, Zhang Jixin stopped and shook his head: "...Tsk, what a bad one. number."

Fatty Xin corrected in a low voice: "It's not thirteen... The news on my side said it was seven, because except for one ogre shaman in the tribe, the remaining six are two-headed ogres. So when the preliminary statistics Count six more heads."

"That's not the point."

The red-faced wizard waved his hand: "Anyway... the traces of the second-order battle formation were found at the death scene, of course not the second-order Bofu family... But my brother also said, let's keep a low profile recently and ignore the "Beta Town Post" any interview invitations.”

"Even if your brother doesn't mention it, none of us will deal with the Post." The fat wizard was indignant, and looked to the left and right expectantly: "...What can't you tell me? Right!"

Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and added: "...Trigeminal sent a coordination letter to the school, but because the incident happened outside the school, and a group of ogres died, and the school hunting meeting was about to be held in the finals, the school The work committee is very tight, so it's trying to reduce the impact of this... You can see that it's almost completely ignored in the newspapers."

Zheng Qing had a sullen face, and he felt terrible listening to the complements of your companions.

After the alchemy class in the morning, Zheng Qing was vigilant when the trigeminal Andrew stopped people at the door of the classroom, so he immediately arranged for his teammates to investigate.

Fortunately, there are a lot of news channels for guilt - Zhang Jixin went to his brother who is 'Lei Zhe', Fatty Xin went to the editorial office of the school newspaper to talk about Dashan, and Dr. Xiao Da, under Zheng Qing's reminder, went with a gloomy face. Office building, into the history teacher's office.

By the time of class in the afternoon, the young public-funded students had already outlined the general outline of the matter by synthesizing the information collected by all parties.

It can only be said that some things are better not to know than to know.

Whether it's the word 'massacre', or those suspicious two-headed ogres, or the so-called 'traces of the second-order battle formation left on the scene', Zheng Qing's mood has become particularly bad now.

"Several 'super freshmen hunters' who are guilty, please look up at the blackboard!"

On the podium, Assistant Professor Hilda grabbed the pointer in his hand, UU reading www.uukanshu. com knocked on the blackboard, reminding the wizards who deserted at the back of the classroom, and half-jokingly said: "...Although I know that you are the protagonists of today's practice class, and your understanding of the second-order battle formation is deep enough, but when you take the stage Before sharing my experience, I was still the lecturer of this class... So, be more serious!"

There was a slightly mocking chuckle in the classroom.

Many of the classmates turned their heads and looked at the four wizards in the corner with envy and curiosity.

Combining the information collected by his peers, he suddenly understood why today's practice class was chosen to be held in the classroom. Although the school has played Tai Chi on the coordination letter of the trigeminal sword, it does not mean that they will ignore the risk of unknown deaths. Last year, just because of a riot caused by a group of sand bugs, the school canceled all classes for one afternoon and arranged for all the junior students to enter the first hall for safety training.

Now it is very lax to just change the practice class to indoors.

"Very good, since the deserted classmates have recovered, let's continue to analyze the selection method of the magic node in the first-order battle formation in the second-order advanced change process..."

On the podium, Assistant Professor Hilda changed his style of jumping out of the past, and drew a large and complex demonstration array on the blackboard, explaining the important and difficult points of the second-order battle array to the classmates incessantly. The impact of work is positive and positive.

But Zheng Qing made a bet that half of the class now couldn't keep their eyelids open.

You may have never had such a boring practical class.

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ps, .as. can't display 'strikeout', so I have to add the word 'crossed out' in brackets.