Hunting High School

When the young hunters of the forgiveness hunting team, under the contact of Maodou, were looking for the traces of their companions.

In the depths of the Enchanted Forest, in the tribal camp of the Zugs surrounded by huge stone 'walls', a few guests who came without warning are being entertained by the entire tribe.

Yes, treats.

Realizing that the weak army of enchanted rats could not do any harm to the red-eyed banshees, the Elders of the Zu various tribes immediately chose to submit.

They beat their chests and promised three guests.

Just as they did to the cats in Ulthar.

Each ancestor held an oak leather bowl, crawled, and respectfully delivered it to the guests.

The bowl contained a green but clear liquid, a tribute made from tree sap and mushroom juice. The sap was extracted by the Zuges from a different oak tree. It is said that the seeds of the oak tree were dropped from the moon by the existence deep in the starry sky. Offer the most precious wines.

Nikita was not interested in the offerings of the Enchanted Rats, she kept staring at the little witch in tatters in front of her.

Soap bubbles are beautiful, but they break easily.

The banshee took the blank picture book from the little witch and flipped through it. The images on the painting page have lost their color, leaving only blank outlines. A bit of black ashes remained between the pages.

Nikita picked up the ashes with his fingers and sniffed them under his nose.

Her eyes flickered slightly.

Born in the North District of Beta Town, she could easily tell that the ashes came from a kind of highly hallucinogenic matches. That kind of match used to be the most in-demand commodity in the North District. Many people who could not eat delicacies or live in luxurious houses Little jugglers all hope to get such a match to realize their wishes in their dreams.

This kind of match is more effective in Dreamland.

These ashes and the blank pattern on the picture book, as well as the little witch's tattered robe, pale face, and even the very faint trace of seductive sweetness on her body all explain a lot of problems.

"May I have your name?"

The banshee's voice is very gentle, her eyes are shining like two rubies in the sun. The little witch's struggle to survive in the dreamland reminded her of many memories that seemed far away but were actually not far away from her.

"Zhu...Zhu."

The little witch's voice was slow, her eyes were blank, and her voice was a little vague when she answered. Her hands were twisted together uncomfortably because the album and the small mirror were taken away. But her eyes kept falling on the small oak bark bowl.

Zu Ge, who was prostrate on the ground, clearly heard the sound of the little witch spitting.

It happily raised its arms higher.

"My name is Zhu Zhu too," replied a clear and bright voice beside Nikita, "Nice to meet you! Want to play together?"

The banshee glanced sideways.

Faceless next to her had put away her cosmetics at some point, revealing a face exactly like that of the little witch. She held the little mirror of the little witch in her hand, and she was happily looking into the mirror.

But unlike the little witch, the little robe on Faceless was clean and beautiful, and the little leather shoes on her feet were also oiled. Her eyes are piercing, and her small mouth always pouts subconsciously when she speaks, adding a bit of cuteness.

The most outstanding thing on the whole face is the small mouth.

Nikita looked away.

"Why did you come here?" She continued to ask the ragged 'Zhu Zhu'.

"Looking for...Mom...and, Dad." The little witch stared at the bowl of green drink, swallowed another small mouthful of saliva, her fingers turned white due to anxiety and exertion.

Nikita took the bark bowl from Zugpaw and stuffed it into the little witch's hand.

The blue liquid in the bowl swayed slightly, exuding a seductive aura. A few strands of messy long hair fell down one side of the little witch's cheek, almost falling into the bowl.

"Drink slowly."

The banshee patted the little witch's head comfortingly, spread her fingers to comb her hair, and brushed the fallen strands behind her ears, while repeating the previous question: "Do you still remember...why did you come here?" here?"

Although it is the same sentence before and after, the meaning of the words is subtly different.

The little witch tilted her head and hesitated for a moment.

"Daddy... likes mice," she replied.

Nikita glanced at the shadowy brown figures nearby, feeling a little dazed in his heart.

The Zug, which had been quietly crawling under her feet all this time, finally couldn't help but raised its head and patted its chest with its paws, saying, 'We are not mice! ’—This has nothing to do with right or wrong, but with the dignity of the tribes of the ancestors.

Nikita glanced at Zug on the ground, and a flash of red flashed in his pupils.

Zu Ge, who protested for the dignity of the tribe, died under the red light without saying a word. Immediately, a few strong Zuge rushed in, dragged the body of the deceased, and retreated.

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The whole process is swift and quiet.

Immediately the Elders of the ancestral tribes sent new sacrificers to offer new offerings.

The same oak bark bowl and that green sap.

"Who is your father?" The banshee turned her head bored, and continued to chat with the little witch, as if she had just crushed a buzzing mosquito to death.

"Dad...that's...Dad." Zhu Zhu sipped the green juice in the bark bowl and replied in a low voice. The rich magic power nourished her body along with the bowl of tribute, her face gradually became more rosy, and her eyes became a little more agile.

Then she finally noticed the banshee's eyes.

"You... red eyes?!" The little witch showed a bit of anxiety in her eyes, and there was a little more struggling expression on her face: "Red eyes, it's not good."

Nikita smiled slightly and patted her head again.

"Just live," she repeated softly. "It doesn't matter what color your eyes are, as long as you live... Did you know that there is a kind of King's Shadow Grass in Crede's Glen, and its flowers are called Lily of the valley. The Zittels call it primrose."

"This kind of flower is small and has a pleasant fragrance. Although it grows in the dark shadows, it can bloom freely and bear beautiful red fruits...Although the fruits that grow from the darkness are poisonous, they are a fruit after all. Beautiful, real fruit."

"So it doesn't matter what color the eyes are."

"It's good to live."

Although Zhu Zhu's complexion improved a lot after drinking the bowl of green concoction, she didn't really recover after all. She couldn't fully understand what the banshee said was full of metaphors and connotations.

So she was a little dazed.

The only thing she understood was that the beautiful big sister in front of her told her not to care about red eyes, red eyes are good too. It is good to live.