Hunting High School

The sunlight outside the window was bleak, and the atmosphere in the lounge was oppressive. The white ouroboros patterns on the black wall tiles seemed to like this atmosphere very much. They stayed motionless on the wall tiles, but now they also quietly rotated.

In the center of the lounge, on the coffee table, on the chessboard.

In McKinsey Prano's hand, a horse chess piece moved obliquely, across the pawns on the opposite side, was a cannon on the opposite side. Cole swallowed, and looked at the cannon in horror.

Rather than saying that he is staring at the cannon, it is better to say that he is staring at the "Bible" he is pressing.

Cole was horrified to find that the Ouroboros mark that was originally branded on his wrist was crawling off his wrist bit by bit following Soprano's voice. Without taking a trace of flesh and blood, just an empty Ouroboros mark crawled off the wizard's wrist and plunged into the cover of the Bible under his right hand.

Outside the chessboard, Soprano is still explaining his way of playing chess unhurriedly:

"...As a horse, it can't run too far. If it runs under the opponent's cannon like this, it will be empty and nothing will be left after being shot by the pawns."

"But, but, I, I didn't do anything, Your Excellency!" Student Cole's lips trembled, he muttered, his tone trembling. He noticed that the own Ouroboros brand had only half of its tail still hanging from his wrist. Most of the rest of the body has disappeared into the cover of the Bible.

Soprano didn't seem to see the weirdness in the Bible, and even turned a deaf ear to Cole's explanation.

"As a horse," the leader of the Cheung Kei Club stopped Cole from speaking with his eyes, and then he emphasized his tone slightly: "According to the rules, this chess piece cannot go in a field or in a straight line, because that is not its way. It is not allowed, nor is it allowed by chess players. Just like me, when playing chess, my chess pieces are absolutely not allowed to run around on the board."

While speaking, a pawn on the edge of the chessboard moved sideways. The fat on Soprano's cheeks trembled, and with a flick of his hand, the unruly pawn was smashed to pieces and ashes.

Cole swallowed heavily.

At the same time, his right hand on the Bible sank into it bit by bit following Mr. Soprano's slow voice. It was as if what he was pressing was not a hardcover book, but a puddle of ooze.

Or maybe it's a black hole.

"Tell me about what happened at Linzhong Lake last weekend." The leader of the Cheung Kei Club finally stopped torturing another 'chess player', restrained the cold smile on his face, and looked at Cole expressionlessly: "I want to know why when Cheung Kei was negotiating exclusive agency rights with the Murloc Tribe, Friedman brought people to the venue... You are the representative of Cheung Kei Club in this negotiation, I think, you Should know something."

Cole's face was wrinkled, like a wrung-up rag, and a pool of snot and tears came out: "I swear, I don't know anything, and I never told anyone from 3a about this... the meeting arrangement The whole process is kept confidential. The time, place, and number of participants, I only told Iseni before starting at the last moment!"

Iseni is the young leader of the murloc tribe, the main force behind the negotiations with Cheung Kei, and an unofficial member of the Ouroboros hunting team.

Andrew Taylor, who was standing in the corner of the lounge, couldn't help shaking when he heard Cole mention Iseni's name, his head lowered a lot.

Soprano frowned.

Because the "Bible" in front of him remained calm and did not react violently to Cole's answer. This means that what Cole said should be true.

That being the case, it is very likely that those stinky murlocs were responsible for this matter. This is not difficult to understand. After all, double-faced and three-handed, the degree of profit from long bets is much higher than hanging from a tree.

"A group of rats." Soprano snorted sullenly, crushing the chess piece in his hand.

"Do you need to warn those murlocs?" A senior Cheung Kei Club cadre next to him asked in a low voice.

Soprano hesitated for a few seconds.

"No, let's have a look first." He shook his head, picked up another pawn, pondered for a moment, and then said: "The First University only has one Linzhong Lake, and there is only that one murloc tribe. It's been so long that it's easy to shake your face now."

"It's not the murlocs we need to warn, but that guy Friedman."

...

...

On the same night, in the same oppressive room, two groups of people were having an unpleasant conversation.

One of them was wearing a black robe with a hood covering his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly. It's just that the silver triangular mark on his robe clearly shows that he is the representative of the First University.

On the other side of the room, there is a group of big rats about a foot high, wearing vests of different colors, and carrying a light truck. Sitting on it was a plump but old rat, judging from the description, it was the rat fairy.

"After the black tide, the five poisons breed within ten months." The representative of the First University said in a rigid tone, almost without any emotion: "The First University asks the Rats of Buji Island to do their best to clean up those pests."

"Hmph." The beard at the corner of the mouse fairy's mouth trembled a few times, revealing a sneering smile: "If some people from the Alpha Academy hadn't used blood magic indiscriminately when dealing with the Kuroshio, how could this year's Five Poisons be harmed?" It’s so early! Doesn’t Alpha intend to take corresponding responsibilities?”

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The representative of the First University turned a deaf ear to the words of the Rat Immortal, and still said in the same cold and rigid voice before: "...Because the relevant projects have not been subject to annual budget arrangements, the Rat Clan must raise relevant resources by themselves, and the normal operation of the First University must not be affected. teaching order and environment.”

"Understood." The Rat Immortal lowered his eyelids, and agreed feebly, completely without the strength to ridicule before, and it seemed that he had no intention of fighting for the interests of the Rat Clan.

"The last thing. Regarding the recent abnormal activities of the Rat Race, the relevant departments hope that the Rat Race can make a written explanation and submit it to the school for review." Speaking of this, the tone of the school representative showed a hint of hesitation for the first time, but soon Concealed the past, but added: "Principal Shi believes that the Rat Race needs to control its range of activities and connections with forces outside the island."

"Vice-principal Shi." The Rat Immortal corrected with a sharp voice: "The nameless old man is not dead yet! She has no other skills, but she uses one method after another to fight for power and profit."

The school representative ignored the mouse fairy's screams and continued: "...In these respects, Principal Shi thinks that you and the school have a consensus."