Hunting High School

It was sunny outside.

It is in stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere in the museum. Perhaps the negative atmosphere in the museum is just Zheng Qing's illusion. But he did feel the calming warmth of the sunlight outside.

The husband took him and found a secluded grassland.

Sit on the ground.

"Everyone has his own morning in his heart," Mr. Leaning halfway on a large bluestone, he found a small red clay teapot from nowhere in his hand, sipping tea, and said slowly: "...when the time comes, people will Wake up by yourself."

"Sometimes, this morning is an alarm bell, a cock crow; sometimes, this morning is a wake-up call, an enlightenment; sometimes, this morning is after you know the 'truth'..."

Zheng Qing began to sit on the side of her husband, with her hands on her side, squinting her eyes, looking at the sun lazily, listening to her teacher's lecture. But soon, he realized that this posture was not very respectful, so he changed to kneeling posture again.

"Lie down, lie down and be more comfortable." The gentleman waved his hand, signaling the boy to be more comfortable: "Don't care about these details..."

Zheng Qing blinked, doing good deeds, clasped the back of his head with his hands, and lay comfortably on the grass with a clatter.

A few butterflies danced around the two wizards, one old and one young.

On the treetops not far away, orioles and larks let go of their voices and sang loudly.

The grass in May has begun to enter the most luxuriant season of the year. The soft lawn is like an expensive Persian carpet. Lying on it, the breath of nature swarms into the nostrils of the young wizard, combined with the warm sun and soft air. Wind, Zheng Qing found the feeling of sleeping again.

Mr.'s voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place:

"...What is the truth? The truth is the truth. It is the most real existence in this world hidden under countless appearances and illusions. The truth is that one plus one equals two. The speed of sound in the air at 15 degrees is 340 meters per hour. Seconds, the space will be warped by the mass pressure, two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom can form a water molecule, and so on."

"These don't sound that scary." Zheng Qing interjected.

Mr. smiled.

"Yeah, it doesn't sound scary." He murmured: "This is the scariest part. Because it's commonplace, I'm used to it, and don't take it seriously... just like no one thinks eating hot pot and singing is a thing." It’s the same scary thing. Crickets don’t know the age, mayflies don’t know the world, and what do people know outside of their own world?”

"The universe is empty, and the world is crowded."

From a certain angle, Zheng Qing can understand the "terrible" in Mr.'s words - there are too many coincidences in the birth of this world, countless horrors and horrors are intertwined, and a delicate balance is built to create a place for life to survive.

But from another point of view, Zheng Qing felt that what the husband said was a bit subtle.

"It sounds like you're talking about the horror of 'ignorance'," the boy would always be inexplicably braver at such times, and boldly asked back: "Since we don't know what's out there and feel terrible, it means that ignorance is It's terrible!"

Mr. sighed softly: "Ignorance makes you fearless, so you can bravely explore various possibilities. It is the driving force for all civilizations to move forward. But the truth is different. Because we can't change the truth...it always stays there, coldly watching us struggle."

Zheng Qing held his breath.

His intuition told him that the husband would tell some very important 'truths' today, and these 'truths' were difficult for people to accept. This curiosity was like a cat's paw scratching his heart, making him feel a little uncomfortable lying down, so he simply sat up again, hugged his legs, and leaned towards his husband.

Mr. glanced at him.

"How much do you know about demons?" Mr. asked abruptly.

Zheng Qing was stunned for a few seconds.

"Monster?" He hesitated, and replied cautiously: "Monsters and wizards are natural enemies, and they live on the flesh and blood of wizards. According to different birth methods, monsters are divided into three categories: original bloodline inheritance, Monster Qi invasion, and monster infection; The scope is further divided into forces such as sea monsters and liches; the wizard alliance has a wanted order for monsters, which lists thousands of monsters, large and small, and the sea monster king and the lich king are the two most powerful guys. The Sea Demon King also has four sea monsters under his command, which are Mist, Iceberg, Whirlpool, Sea God... Oh, and also, it is said that the monsters have an old ancestor who is worshiped by all the monsters, and He is the source of all monsters' birth."

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Some answers sound messy and confusing, lacking focus.

But it’s not Zheng Qing’s fault.

Although he had dealt with monsters several times in the nearly one year since he entered school, most of them were hunted and killed unilaterally. The only time I had verbal communication with the demon, the beautiful banshee kept repeating creepy words like 'you smell delicious' in a terrible tone.

There are quite a few books related to demons in the school library.

During the forgiveness hunting team training, Zheng Qing did not miss reading. It's just that those books are more related to the identification and analysis of monsters, finding the traces of monsters, the weaknesses of different monsters, how to hunt and kill a monster at the shortest speed, etc. There is very little difficult content such as the nature of demons.

As for Professor Montelia's laboratory, the focus is on the research and utilization of demon bloodlines—perhaps there are materials related to the origin of bloodlines in the laboratory, but Zheng Qing is out of reach. He is just a little assistant who is proficient in talismans.

The gentleman held the small red clay teapot, squinted his eyes, looked at the sun above his head, and listened to the young wizard beside him talking about the 'truth' that was widely circulated in the wizarding world.

for a long time.

The sun above his head seemed a little guilty after being stared at by him, and quietly hid behind the clouds.

The environment on the grass is getting more and more pleasant.

Zheng Qing finally poured out the ink in his stomach and shut up.

"Demons, demons." The gentleman repeated the word in a low voice, paused, and then slowly said: "Demons, when things go wrong, they are demons; demons, obsessed with them are demons. Demons, demons... It was just some obsessions There is no difference between wizards and monsters. Wizards are also a kind of monsters."

The young public fee student quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

If Mr.'s words are heard by outsiders, it will definitely cause an uproar. After entering the wizarding world for a year, he had never seen a similar point of view in any book, nor had any wizard ever said anything similar to him.

Is there any difference between a wizard and a demon?

Zheng Qing knew about liches, a group of wizards who had fallen under Monster Qi. But that's all. When those liches started eating people, they became them.

"Wizards don't eat people!" The young public finance student sat up straight, somewhat unacceptable: "We are different from them!"