Hunting College

"Are those two black wizards related to the crow?" Kerma changed one arm to support his chin, then stretched out the other hand, hooked his fingers, and signaled the black cat to come closer.

The black cat pretended not to see it, lowered its head and gnawed a piece of beef on the plate, and replied, "...No, I mean, there is no evidence to show that..."

Then it felt its neck tense, its body lightened, its limbs curled up subconsciously, and its tail curled up.

After regaining consciousness, it was annoyed to find that a certain great wizard was sneaking up on it while no one was paying attention, holding it by the back of the neck, and catching it in front of itself.

The black cat chewed the tasteless beef cubes in its mouth, tried hard to swallow it, and was about to curse at the top of its throat, but suddenly felt a limp finger stuck in its mouth.

"It is a well-known fact that black magic will proliferate in areas with low magic levels."

Kerma signaled the black cat to shut up, and analyzed with a serious face—as if the hand holding the black cat was not hers—the black cat was annoyed and powerless, so it could only curl its paws, put its ears on its ears, and listen patiently down:

"...this is because too many wizards who want to improve their magic look to 'third parties' for help, to find 'shortcuts' to achieve more magic with less magic power. This demand is very reasonable , does not mean that we have a relationship with those crows.

The crows may or may not have been to the North District, this is not the focus of your investigation. You should be more looking for what the crow is trying to do, where they built their nest... rather than making trouble where it feeds. "

"I didn't trouble you, I just inquired about the situation!"

The black cat first corrected the inappropriate words used by the witch, and then it realized that the current posture was a little bad, so it straightened its face and said coldly: "Put me down first!"

These words originally had a somewhat commanding tone, which should sound tough, but coupled with a cat with its paws curled up in someone else's hand, its persuasiveness suddenly dropped greatly.

The great wizard of the North District, who rested his chin on one hand, seemed to have just recovered and noticed the black cat he was carrying.

"Ah, sorry, sorry!"

She immediately let go of the black cat's neck skin, watched it fall steadily in front of her, shook the fur on her body vigorously, and then added with a smile: "Well, I just thought I needed to keep my head down when I was chatting with you. It's not good for the cervical spine... so I want you to be at the same level as me... I don't have any bad intentions."

When she said this, she smiled brightly.

The persuasiveness of her explanation was greatly reduced.

When she let go, her fingertips brushed behind the black cat's ears intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to scratch it calmly. The black cat was a little uncertain. It only felt a tremor from the back of its head to the tip of its tail as if it had been electrocuted. All four paws are numb.

After a while, it got rid of this bad state.

This made his tone weaker in the next questioning.

"Did you really not deal with crows? Or, do you know who might be a crow?" When asked these two sentences, the black cat was a little lacking in confidence.

But to its surprise, Korma remained silent for a long time this time.

It was so long that the black cat was about to fall asleep, and the witch spoke again in a very soft voice:

"Before last year, the North District was still a place where everyone could pull out the intestines of strangers as a belt, but now, many people will say 'good morning', 'good afternoon' and 'good evening' when they meet... very welcome progress, no ?"

Although it was true, it didn't seem to have much to do with the black cat's problem. It had to **** up its ears and carefully figure out the meaning of every word the witch said.

Soon, it realized that there was no such need, because although the witch's next words were somewhat metaphorical, they almost directly expressed the attitude of the wizards in the North District:

"...the word magic once ruined this neighborhood, but it also brought hope to this neighborhood again. But this hope is too weak, like a small cluster of flames in a storm, and slightly larger raindrops fall on Above, it will be completely wiped out... I don't have any extravagant ideas, I just want to avoid this unreasonable heavy rain."

The black cat hung its head halfway, but its ears were still standing up.

It didn't raise its head until it was confirmed that there was nothing behind the witch, and asked in a very firm voice, "If you didn't misunderstand, you know something about crows...but you can't tell, right?"

"No, I do not know."

Kerma answered very quickly, very resolutely, and her eyes were also very firm.

The black cat had to raise two paws, with a trace of helplessness in his expression: "Okay, okay, I know what you mean, you don't know anything... The first principle of not wanting to cause trouble, I don't know anything."

"Second principle, don't easily believe what women say." The Great Wizard of the North District blinked playfully.

"Thanks, very useful principle."

The black cat muttered, trying hard to control the direction of the conversation: "But we really need a little support right now. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com So, what should I do so that you can give me some clues?"

"Kick Councilor Su, marry me, and have a kitten together?" Kerma tilted her head, her face showing a thoughtful look, and immediately, she saw the white hair on the black cat's face , immediately burst out laughing: "Just kidding, just kidding... I don't want to be beaten up by a group of old foxes... I mean, no matter what you do, I don't know any clues about crows, a little I don't even know!"

Her eyes were very sincere.

But the black cat doesn't believe a single punctuation mark - after all, she said it just now, don't believe what a woman says.

"Okay," it drooped its ears, turned around in a somewhat dejected manner, and was about to leave this crazy guy: "In short, thank you very much for the beef jerky, apple juice, and robes..."

"If I were you…"

The voice from behind immediately made the black cat regain its spirits and turned around.

The witch on the high-back chair had picked up a document again, dipped the quill pen into the inkwell, and then glanced at it: "I will let the hunting party continue to chase the 'feeding ground' of those crows... After catching up with the start of school, the mission is forced to end... Then apply to the school to change to a mission designated by the alliance."

"I don't want to fail the first mission."

"A mission that is forcibly ended is not considered a failure...It's better than being used as a gunman." The witch finally couldn't help it, and pointed out: "This kind of mission involving black magic experiments and black wizard organizations should not have been given to you in the first place." A young hunting team that has just been established... Even if your resume is outstanding among the students, it is not enough in the eyes of the three-pointed sword and the school's truly elite hunting team. I even doubt whether the school's teaching assistant team is qualified enough to take on this task. "