Monster Hunting High School

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were several heavy knocks on the door outside the study.

"Master," the hoarse voice of the old servant sounded outside the door: "Do you need coffee or tea? I seem to hear something in your house."

Dr. Duzem gestured to the two guests with his eyes.

Fei Rui quickly moved his little paws, and the Rat Immortal also shook his head slightly.

"Don't disturb me, Constantine!" Dr. Duzem rejected the old servant's inquiry in a rough voice: "I am thinking about a problem!"

As he spoke, he moved his fingers slightly, picked up the fleece blanket that had fallen on the floor, and covered it on the dressing mirror. The full-length mirror, which originally wanted to howl a few times, was covered by the blanket, and there was no sound in an instant.

"Okay, young master." Constantine's voice paused for a few seconds before speaking slowly: "Go to bed early. It won't be too late to solve your work tomorrow..."

The old servant's heavy footsteps wiped the floor and he slowly left.

In the study, the two mice that had been standing in the shadow behind the door floated into the light again.

"This room is much cleaner than I thought."

After sending the old servant away, Fei Rui finally corrected his attitude and commented like this. What he just did was just to check around for safety reasons.

After all, the owner of this small courtyard is banned by the First University. No one knows how many eyes the school or the Wizards Alliance have arranged here.

"No matter what, this is 'my study' after all."

Dr. Duzem finally put down the manuscript in his hand and silently looked at the two uninvited guests.

"I've heard about you." Dr. Duzem's voice was completely different from the brisk and bright voice of the past. It seemed much deeper and hoarse: "The rat fairy who created the half-finished rat race, and a guy who was arrested and banned by the principal himself. ... When I was running the laboratory, I reported to the school and wanted to use your body to help with some high-level projects. But those short-sighted guys rejected my proposal. "

"If they knew you were visiting my yard today, the expressions on their faces would be very wonderful."

Fei Rui ignored Dr. Duzem's whisper to himself and still focused on looking at the corpse-eating beetles.

The Rat Immortal spread his hands with a kind smile on his face: "That bitch of fate is so interesting, isn't she?"

"Having said that, why are you looking for me, a washed-up waste with no future?" Dr. Duzem glanced at the Mouse Immortal: "If I remember correctly, the school has just warned you to be more peaceful recently... You Are you really planning to break up with the school when you come here today?"

The Rat Immortal avoided the doctor's last question and instead focused on the doctor's self-evaluation.

"Trash?" The chubby mouse repeated the word in a slightly surprised tone, then raised a finger and shook it: "No, no, no... you are fundamentally different from this word. "

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the words on the doctor's wall.

"Different fireworks, the same brilliance... This is the message from the principal to you." The Mouse Fairy said in a nostalgic tone: "If the principal knew what the most brilliant fireworks in the school look like now, I'm afraid he would also be sad. of."

Dr. Duzem snorted, stopped talking to the Rat Immortal, and turned his gaze to Fei Rui, with a hint of interest in his tone:

"As far as I know, the principal took you away when he left the school. Since you are back now, does it mean that our old and immortal principal is also back?"

Fei Rui finally moved his eyes away from the glass box.

"If I tell you whether he has come back, will you give me this box of original species of beetles? They look delicious..."

But before the doctor could answer, Fei Rui laughed sharply twice and said self-rejection: "But even if you give it to me, I won't tell you the real situation... The old mouse is very smart, he Never asked me a question about that old guy."

Dr. Duzem's face darkened visibly.

The Rat Immortal raised his arm and patted the black hardwood handrail under his hand, trying to lighten the conversation.

"You don't look like a trapped wizard." He looked at Dr. Duzem and said slightly teasingly: "At least, you are better informed than most wizards on this island... … Not many guys knew about the deal between the school and me, let alone what happened just a few days in advance.”

The unhappiness on the doctor's face dissipated, revealing a hint of reserved pride - he may be the only registered wizard who can be praised by a big figure like Mouse Immortal.

"The school just asked me to keep a low profile, and did not put me in a black jail." Dr. Duzem's eyes glanced at the corner of the desk, paused for a moment on a certain document, and then added softly: "The old man from the Jiang family My wife is also very nice and she often comes to chat with me. ”

There was a vague expression of surprise on the wrinkled, fat face of the Rat Immortal. It's just that because there are too many pleats, this expression looks very obscure.

"The old lady of the Jiang family is indeed a wonderful person." He commented, with a hint of smile in his tone: "I heard that she allowed a child from the eldest family of the Jiang family to enter Jiuyou Academy... He is also a very talented child. ”

"It's just hedging your bets. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Fei Rui disagreed with the Mouse Immortal's comments: "There are many people in Jiuyou Academy who are 'rats with two ends'. As a member of the rat tribe, I have Deeply ashamed of this.”

Dr. Duzem hadn't yet understood why Fei Rui was ashamed. When he was pondering the deep meaning behind these words, the heavy wooden chariot under the Mouse Fairy finally floated up to the desk and landed in front of him.

"Boom."

The wooden chariot collided with the books, making a shallow, dull sound. This is because the Rat Immortal dropped the wooden chariot on top of the highest pile of books on the desk.

"Okay," the Rat Immortal was finally able to look straight at Dr. Duzem, and his tone became more solemn: "Let's stop talking. Since you are not surprised by our appearance...then you know our purpose."

What he said was actually a kind of temptation. Testing how much the owner of this room knows about their affairs is also testing the attitude of the owner of the room.

The nasolabial folds at the corners of Dr. Duzem's mouth spread, revealing a deep groove.

"I'm not surprised, it's just because I found marks on classmate Zheng Qing's body." He responded smoothly, not at all like many professional alchemists who were dull and uninformed about the world: "As for your purpose of coming, you If you don’t tell me, how would I know?”

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