Monster Hunting High School

"Without further ado."

The Rat Immortal interrupted the black-robed wizard: "Watch carefully and don't let unclean things get into your laboratory."

As it spoke, the slender tail behind it suddenly stretched out, stretched out from the wooden chariot, and rolled out a rat wearing a green vest from the group of rats. The rat waved its paws in fear, with a human expression on its face.

"Spare my life!" It only had time to shout these two words.

"Sorry, it's a private matter and we don't accept outsiders." The Mouse Immortal said to the mouse expressionlessly, and at the same time, the rat's tail tightened suddenly.

There was a click.

The mouse in the green vest tilted its neck to the other side.

As soon as the rat's tail was loosened, with a plop, the rat fell into the soft soil in the forest, submerged into the soil in the blink of an eye, and disappeared. It's like a wave disappearing into the sea. The other rats in vests seemed unaware and still lined up neatly, rushing towards the small door in an orderly manner.

The black-robed wizard sighed deeply.

"Why bother." He murmured, his eyes wandering from the small door to the riverside, his voice seemed hoarse and tired: "...there are so many rats, my eyes are sore from staring at them."

"Wash it if it's sour." The Rat Immortal replied indifferently, his eyes never leaving his group of rats: "You don't want real 'rats' to follow these children and sneak into your construction site."

The hooded wizard did not say anything. Instead, he took out a wide-mouthed bottle about an inch tall from his pocket and took off the cork on the mouth of the bottle.

A beige mist immediately rose from the mouth of the bottle.

Then he put his fingers into his hood, rustling them, and after a moment, dropped the buttoned eyeballs into the bottle. The black and white eyes were bloodshot, floating in the translucent eyewash. Like two different species of fish playing and fighting.

The wizard took out another glass rod and stirred it randomly in the cup.

The beige mist became a bit thicker.

The Rat Immortal's eyes still did not leave his group of rats, but his ears twitched slightly: "If you are willing to sell your eyewash formula to Fitzer Magic Potion Company, you won't have to worry about the cost of alchemy materials... …For many old-school wizards, Duzem’s name is still very useful.”

"Hey, it's Duzem from First University who works, not a non-existent Duzem."

The black-robed wizard, or Dr. Duzem, chuckled twice: "...As for the eyewash, I don't mind selling it. But there are probably not many wizards who know how to use and can afford to use this eyewash method. Those potion companies never want to do business at a loss."

"No one is willing to do business at a loss." The Rat Immortal replied thoughtfully.

The glade was silent for a moment.

"So, have you invested enough capital this time?" Dr. Duzem asked softly: "Only with enough capital can you have enough ability to withstand risks... The so-called too big to fail means that when your capital is big enough When you don’t want it, your power will become too great, so your probability of success will be much higher.”

The Rat Immortal did not answer the doctor's question immediately.

The beard at the corner of its mouth trembled: "Since you know this truth, why did you fail in the first place?"

"I only realized this after failure."

"Since you have had the experience of failure, you should naturally understand the principle of predicting everything before it will fail." At this point, the Rat Immortal stopped and his eyes fell on the edge of the river.

The rat tide is almost over.

Most of the mice coming out of the river now are little mice wearing yellow vests, and their numbers are becoming increasingly rare. It patted the armrest of the wooden chariot, causing the wooden chariot to rise upwards, giving it a broader view:

"...From last year's winter hunt to the black tide at the beginning of the year, we have conducted enough simulation exercises. We have tested the strength of the school's protective formation and confirmed the capabilities of our allies."

"We have enough power to open up two battlefields. This is our strength."

"When Ju Zero Three comes to the Black Prison and competes with those guys for the Xuanhuang Fruit, we will also instigate a new round of black tide. An unprecedented black tide. This time, the school will not get through it as easily as it did a few months ago. Now. We have recruited distant hill giants and dragons..."

"Giant?" Dr. Duzem couldn't help but interrupt: "Those rough guys, once they take action, they will make a lot of noise. Can they hide from the school's surveillance?"

"This time, we don't need to worry about being discovered. We just need to worry about the school not being able to discover it." After the Mouse Fairy sent the last few mice in yellow vests into the arch, he let out a sigh of relief: "... ...Only when the school finds that the Silent Forest is unstable, it will redeploy personnel from the Black Prison. That is our goal."

"You are taking chestnuts out of the demon's fire."

"No, this is a win-win situation." The Mouse Immortal's beard trembled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more profound: "Just like our cooperation with you... you got the opportunity to advance, and we got the Giant Zero Three... We replaced They relieve the pressure in the prison, and they also share the sight of the school for us.”

As he spoke, the Mouse Immortal's eyes crossed the edge of the Silent Forest, crossed the end of the Silent River, and landed on the vast sea. The sea in the distance was filled with mist, making it difficult to see the waves, but the sound of the waves carried far away along with the sound of the wind.

far away.

…

…

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The tide surged outside the small cabin, rolling and rolling day and night.

A strong wind blew through.

There was a gap between the two clouds, and a ray of sunlight fell onto the sea along the gap, falling on the Mist, and then passed through the narrow window and fell on the banshee sitting by the window.

Nikita stuck out her tongue and licked the sunlight.

Warm, just like the smell in memory.

The ship rarely sees the sun.

Especially when it is driving, it is always shrouded in endless fog. Just like its name. It had been almost three hundred days from the midsummer of last year to the midsummer of this year. She spent most of her time in this dark cabin, preparing food for the few crew members and the captain.

"Biting your fingers when you are hungry doesn't always work," she said to her other self in a voice that was almost like a whisper: "There isn't that much food on the ship, so you can eat half and throw away half..."

The kitchen was quiet, without any echo.

But the banshee turned her ear and listened carefully. After listening for a long time, she said in a comforting tone: "Okay, okay, I know there is a lot of food in the school and it is fresh... but we can't go back... The captain said he will take us home this month, Zhouzhou, do you miss your mother?"