Monster Hunting High School

"Zheng Qing?!"

Professor Monteria looked at the young wizard in front of him with his usual stern eyes, his tone was very sure, and seemed to be a little curious.

"Yes, Professor Monteria. Nice to meet you."

Zheng Qing clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, nodded slightly cautiously, and at the same time unfolded the acknowledgment note given to him by Professor Monteria, and handed it over - just after passing through the small bronze door, the bull's head acting as a guard on the door appeared. The note came out again and was given to the young wizard.

Professor Monteria stretched out his hand, but instead of picking up the note, he reached out and grabbed the wrist of the publicly funded student.

Zheng Qing's arm shook, but in the end he did not pull his hand back.

"Congressman Su said, do you want to know as much about yourself as possible?" The professor pinched Zheng Qing's wrist with two fingers, as if he was checking his pulse, but also as if he was holding him to prevent him from escaping.

"Yes..." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly and wanted to explain a few more words, but was interrupted by Professor Monteria.

"This is not easy." The professor shook his head, as if he was not optimistic about Zheng Qing's thoughts: "There are more than one most difficult things in the world, but the four words 'know yourself' are undoubtedly one of them. There are many. Everyone wants to know themselves, but few people can do this.”

Zheng Qing had no objection to this statement.

"I just want to test whether there is any special bloodline in my body," Zheng Qing carefully chose the words to let Professor Monteria understand his request without arousing his strong interest - in short, this It is a conversation that tests skills - the young wizard added:

"Because I seem to be a little sensitive to strong mental stimulation, and blood scars often appear under my eyes, but the school hospital did not find any lesions... and sometimes, some magical creatures seem to be very interested in my breath... Yao Yuan The president also knows about this, and he has suggested to me before that I should come to you for consultation.”

"Oh, Lao Yao said that too?" Professor Monteria's eyes finally changed: "What a pity, it seems that I can't just push you to the operating table and dissect you."

Zheng Qing's face turned pale with fright.

On the test stand next to him, the suppressed laughter of several black-robed wizards could be heard.

"Why are you laughing! Have you completed the task? Don't you think 996 is not enough and you want to stay in the laboratory 247?" Professor Monteria glared at the assistants with a straight face.

The low laughter stopped suddenly. Zheng Qing glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the wizards had resumed their serious expressions and quick movements, as if the laughter just now was his hallucination.

Professor Monteria did not continue to lecture his assistants, but put down Zheng Qing's wrist, turned around and walked deeper into the laboratory. There was an unusually large test bench there, with no one sitting behind it. It looked like it should be the professor's own test bench.

Zheng Qing stood blankly behind the professor, looking at his retreating back, at a loss.

"Follow up quickly!"

Behind the test bench next to him, a round face raised up, trying to make mouth movements, and gestured to Zheng Qing - he was the first wizard to laugh in a low voice more than ten seconds ago.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

The chuckles of the assistant wizards behind the test bench just now, as well as Professor Monteria's somewhat lame joke, made him feel a lot more relaxed, and he would not tremble even if he shook hands with the professor.

He picked up the hem of his robe, jogged a few steps, and kept up with Professor Monteria's pace.

"How long have you been studying magic writing?" The professor asked Zheng Qing a question as he walked away.

"Six or seven months." Zheng Qing calculated the enrollment time in his heart and replied in a low voice.

"That is to say, before entering the school, I didn't have any magic writing foundation, right." Professor Monteria sighed.

Zheng Qing agreed softly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Have you ever learned talismans?" the professor asked again.

"Yes! I have learned it!" Zheng Qing immediately straightened his back and his voice became much louder: "I can write all 1,296 basic runes silently."

The professor finally stopped.

At the same time, the two of them had already reached the big test table.

He turned his head and looked at the young wizard in surprise, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"Oh, you are the first-year public-funded student in the old Yao Academy, the one who won the Merlin Medal, right!" Professor Monteria suddenly said: "I heard Xiao Zhang said this... Hmm, that's good. , it’s much easier.”

Xiao Zhang should be the lecturer Zhang who teaches talisman science.

Zheng Qing felt that his face was a little dark - that is to say, after chatting with this professor for most of the day, he didn't even figure out who he was!

"sit!"

Professor Monteria pulled out a white-covered soft-cushion chair from behind the test bench, then pinched Zheng Qing's shoulders and pushed him down: "Lift your head up, open your eyes... look at the top of your head. That big light."

Zheng Qing obediently raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the round chandelier hanging under the ceiling. In the white lampshade, there were a bunch of faint light spots floating around. I don't know if it was because it was filled with light bugs, or because his eyes were dazzled and he was hallucinating.

Professor Monteria took out a new pair of silk-skin gloves, a pair of glasses with multiple lenses, and a small glass bottle from his pocket. The bottle contained a few light spots the size of rice grains, floating leisurely inside.

The professor put on his glasses, put on silk gloves, and then used a straw to pull out a small light spot from the glass bottle and shine it into Zheng Qing's eyes: "Don't blink... When did the red scar under the eye appear?"

After the small light spots entered his eyes, they did not feel like grit, but instead felt as if his eyeballs had been soaked in a hot spring. They were warm, as if pairs of small hands were massaging his eyeballs.

For some reason, the image of Dr. Duzem plucking out his eyes and throwing them into water to clean appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.

"I had a good meal yesterday afternoon...my eyes turned red at night." Zheng Qing moved his lips slightly and replied in a low voice.

"Last night?" The professor raised his eyebrows and murmured: "You were stimulated last night...were you frightened by Satugua's big eyes?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt tears filling his eyes.

"You saw it too, right?!" He opened his eyes wide and stared directly at the professor wearing a mask above him, his voice a little excited: "I just said last night..."

"Don't move, or you may get blinded!" He warned sternly, stopping the young wizard's excitement.

Zheng Qing was so frightened that his hands and feet became stiff, his eyes widened to the maximum size, and he did not dare to move.

Professor Monteria did not continue this topic, but carefully observed the state of Zheng Qing's eyes. While observing, he occasionally instructed the quill next to him to record the strings of numbers and nouns he reported.