Monster Hunting High School

Dr. Duzem stood in the sunshine with an intoxicated look on his face, eyes closed and waving his arms slightly, as if he was conducting an orchestra.

Along with his rhythm, the almost transparent light mist in the milk bowl rolled and flowed in mid-air.

The spirit turtle stared at the small mung bean eyes, stretched its neck, reluctantly watched the mist fall into the cardboard box not far away, and smacked it hard with its mouth.

Zheng Qing held his breath and looked at the mist, fearing that if his breath was a little stronger, these precious things would be blown away.

You know, this mist is worth twelve golden beans!

This money can only be covered by some scholarships.

After spending this money, he will spend almost all his spare time next week drawing talismans to make up for the shortfall.

It wasn't until the mist quietly disappeared into the elf's seven orifices that he let out a heavy breath.

"It doesn't matter, just wait a moment." As if feeling his anxious mood, the doctor patted his shoulder and comforted him: "They have been sleeping for more than a week, and their body functions are undergoing an adaptation process."

Zheng Qing's lips trembled and he did not speak, but nodded vigorously.

The room was unusually quiet.

Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu leaned against the narrow opening of the carton, staring motionlessly at the elf who had taken the medicine, their eyes full of anticipation. This emotion even infected the old furry turtle. It also stretched its neck and looked at the little green guys curiously.

"I need to remind you that the effect of this medicine is very limited." Dr. Duzem sat behind the desk, cleared his throat, and gently reminded: "If you still have the impression, I told you before dispensing the medicine. pass."

Zheng Qing came to his senses and nodded quickly.

The doctor did clarify with him the efficacy of Yu Yuan's scattered medicine before.

This medicine has the advantage of being of high quality and low price, but the disadvantage is that it is too resistant and will become ineffective after about three or four doses; and the duration of the effect of this medicine is very limited. According to the doctor's estimation, one dose of the medicine can only keep the elves healthy. A week or so of sobriety.

However, when the doctor mentioned what he said before dispensing the medicine, Zheng Qing suddenly thought of another question.

"This is the cost of your medicine. I'm sorry to trouble you." Zheng Qing took out twelve golden beans from the gray cloth bag and stuffed them into the doctor's hands. He said gratefully: "The professors at the school have said before that they are hopeless. I was really desperate...Thank you so much!"

"It should, it should." Dr. Duzem took the handful of golden beans and stuffed them into his pocket, with a bright smile on his face: "They are all friends of Miss Jiang, so they should be busy... As for the school The professors are probably too rigid-minded and only think about those potions specifically for elves, instead of broadening their minds..."

"Wake up!" Jiang Yu, who was staring closely at the carton, suddenly jumped up, interrupted the doctor's words, and shouted cheerfully: "They're awake! Look, look! They're awake!"

Zheng Qing was so excited that he rushed over immediately, almost knocking over a row of heavy reference books on the table.

The doctor stretched out his hand to hold the books. There was no blame on his face, but a smile in his eyes.

"It's nice to be young," he murmured, stroking the thick down on the turtle's back.

The old turtle nodded slowly.

in carton.

An elf slowly opened its eyes.

The thin eyelids blinked, and the dark eyes gradually became a little more alive.

"Xixi..."

She opened her mouth and gave a weak hello to the world.

"Yeah!" Zheng Qing grabbed Jiang Yu's hand and waved it excitedly.

A trace of blush appeared on Jiang Yu's face, and she subconsciously pulled her hand back.

Zheng Qing was suddenly startled, but his face did not change at all. Instead, he continued to say in an excited tone: "I'm really awake!"

"They look a little weak," Jiang Yu wrung her hands, looking at the elves waking up one after another, and asked Dr. Duzem with some worry: "Do I need to prepare some special supplements?"

"Have you ever seen elves eat?" the doctor asked back. Before she could answer, he said to himself: "Green elves are a very delicate alchemical product. Although they need wizard's potion to maintain their lives, But you don’t need to eat to get energy.”

"When the wizard created these little guys, in order to reduce the complexity of the body as much as possible - after all, the more complex it is, the more likely it is to make mistakes - he did not create a complete digestive system for the little elves." The doctor stood up, walked to the carton, and looked at Looking at the elves who started to vibrate their wings and move their hands and feet, he said with some emotion: "The green elves' ability circulation system refers to the photosynthesis of plants. As long as there is light, they can restore their energy."

"What an ingenious design." He added, emphasizing again.

"Light?" Zheng Qing looked at the elves in the box in surprise. A faint green fluorescence slowly began to appear around them.

"God said, let there be light." There was a trace of confusion on the doctor's face, and his right hand gently passed over the carton.

A ray of bright sunlight shot in from the window and fell into the cardboard box.

After a while, the cries of the elves began to become louder.

"Xixi... Xixi!"

"Come to me for review next Saturday in advance." Before leaving, Dr. Duzem repeatedly told Zheng Qing: "If they develop symptoms of discomfort during this week, they should let me know as soon as possible."

"Thank you!" Zheng Qing bowed vigorously to the doctor.

His elves fluttered their wings and surrounded him, curiously looking at the unfamiliar scenery around them.

"I'm really sorry to trouble you." Jiang Yushan bowed slightly to the doctor.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Dr. Duzem hurriedly helped the two of them: "It would be great if you could come and see me, a washed-up alchemist, often."

"Definitely." Zheng Qing nodded vigorously, and the smile on his face could not stop: "I know a young alchemist, and everyone says he is very talented. I will bring him to see you next week to tell you study."

The doctor nodded, sent the two young wizards out of the door, and watched them leave the winding and deep alley.

"Master." The old servant Constantine stood behind him quietly.

"Hurry and prepare food!" Dr. Duzem quickly turned around, holding his stomach and wailing: "Your young master is starving to death!"

"It's ready." The old servant replied respectfully with a kind smile on his face: "They are all placed on your desk."

"Good job!" The doctor quickly ran towards the room, then suddenly stopped, fumbled in his pocket, and threw a bunch of golden things to Constantine: "It's a profit today, this is this month's food. Fee, keep it!”

The old servant reached out and grabbed the handful of golden beans, rubbed them in his hands with squinted eyes, and the smile folds on his face doubled.

"Okay, Master."

While he agreed, he turned around and closed the iron door heavily.