Monster Hunting High School

Beelzebub's question caught Black Cat off guard.

Before it could think of how to answer, the sinner on the side announced very enthusiastically: "Of course, of course it participated. I went with it. It felt great... and the straw man, it was also burned. Oh, that voice was like 'burn Zheng Qing to death', and the leader who was holding the sacrifice almost fell to the ground!"

Black Cat listened indifferently, without even the thought of defending.

Because what the guilty envoy said is true.

However, the pig-headed wizard seemed very satisfied. He tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken in his hand and handed it to the black cat: "Since you are a 'comrade', I can't make it too difficult for you... If you're not hungry, you're not hungry. I'll lower the difficulty a little bit." !”

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face, not to mention that the pig head in front of you not only smiles, but also gives you something to eat. However, since the Bugle's report came out, Zheng Qing has rarely eaten the food handed over by others. Even if he has someone buy lunch for him, he will ask for the lunch box to have the canteen's seal on it to ensure his own safety to the greatest extent.

"Thank you, I'm not too hungry yet."

Black Cat politely but resolutely refused the chicken leg, and at the same time urged: "Time is limited, let's complete tonight's assessment as soon as possible."

"Not hungry?"

Mr. Gluttony blinked, smacked his lips, and stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth. There was a bit of weirdness in his tone: "I must admit, this is bad news for your assessment tonight."

Before he finished speaking, he took out a stack of tablecloths and a lunch box from his arms.

The tablecloth was unfolded into an irregular square shape, almost four to five meters long and wide. After being spread out, it filled up the small open space under the cat fruit tree.

Then he opened the lunch box and started taking things out.

A roasted chicken, a roasted chicken, a roasted chicken, a roasted chicken... When he took out the tenth roasted chicken, the black cat belatedly realized that this lunch box should be a certain space. equipment, and at the same time, he also vaguely guessed the content of tonight's assessment.

Beelzebub didn't stop his steady and boring work until the pile of roast chicken on the tablecloth formed a hill.

He clapped his oily hands, opened his arms, and said enthusiastically, "What's more satisfying than a mountain of delicious food?"

"Have you counted how many there are?"

The sinner carefully poked the black cat next to him: "I lost my mind when I counted two hundred and seventy-six...and then I lost count."

The black cat had a dull face and shook his head slightly - he felt that almost every one of those roast chickens could provide him with enough food for a whole day. If tonight's assessment was to eat this hill, it would be a good idea to give up in advance. s Choice.

Or, the black cat turned his ears, narrowed his eyes slightly, and an idea came to his mind.

"The assessment content is very simple!"

The wizard wearing a pig head mask walked around the hill made of roasted chickens, swallowing his saliva as he explained: "There are three hundred and sixty-five roasted chickens here, each with a net weight of 563 grams. No more, no less... You now have two choices, either eat all these roast chickens, or find a 'defective' one with a net weight of only 560 grams from these roast chickens... For gourmets In other words, there is nothing more annoying than unruly food! Whether you are eating the mountain or picking out the "defective products", you can only use your mouth and hands, and you cannot use magic or other tools... If you cheat! If you are caught, you will be immediately disqualified from joining the club!”

"If you don't have the blood of a giant or an ogre, I don't recommend you choose the first option." The wizard wearing a white mask whispered in the black cat's ear: "The second one is still a good chance, otherwise Even if you take the digestive potion like crazy, you still won’t be able to finish this hill in one night, let alone..."

"Time limit, one hour!" Beelzebub shouted another limit.

The sinner shrugged, as if to say to the black cat, 'not to mention that he can't give you a night.'

"It's that simple?"

The black cat ignored the advice of his 'senior' and instead looked at the pig-headed wizard and confirmed: "Are you sure there are no other restrictions? Does the innate ability count as cheating or using magic?"

"Simple?"

Beelzebub looked at the black cat in surprise, his eyes fell on the big tree behind the black cat, and immediately added: "Of course there are no other conditions... But if you make these two choices, no matter which one, you must complete it yourself. ...Otherwise, if a member undergoing the assessment raises a hill giant, even three thousand roast chickens, let alone three hundred, may not be enough to fill its belly. In addition, the innate ability does not count as the use of magic. Otherwise, no normal wizard can eat this hill in one hour."

"If I choose the first one, and then when I eat the second roast chicken, I find that its weight is not up to standard, can I make another choice?" Black Cat continued to ask.

The pig-headed wizard shook his head: "Once the choice is confirmed, it cannot be changed."

Several big cats slid down from the cat fruit tree, meowing, tails raised, circling around the roasted chicken hill, drooling.

The black cat turned around and saw more and more fruits on the tree. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the roast chickens.

"Watch your cats!"

Beelzebub warned, and threatened to chase away a big cat that sneaked close to the "roast chicken mountain": "If your cat steals the roast chicken...even if you have eaten the 364th one, I will We can only put out 365 more and reassess them."

"So rich." Black Cat curled his lips.

It had just made an estimate in its heart. If the price of these little roast chickens was twenty-four coppers each on the pedestrian street, 365 of them would require seventy-three golden beans.

In other words, just to prepare for this assessment, Beelzebub needed to spend seven jade coins and three golden beans, which was equivalent to half a year's scholarship for a publicly funded student.

If something goes wrong along the way, it will cost more to reset it!

"What is the purpose of this assessment?" The black cat slowly circled the hill, while using its eyes to drive away several approaching big cats.

The big cats left dejectedly with their tails between their legs.

"Purpose?" Beelzebub sighed enviously and raised his hand to touch the pig head mask on his face: "Of course it is to make you deeply feel the weight of life..."

"So, in your opinion, life is only worth as much as three hundred and sixty-five roast chickens?" the guilty envoy complained to the side.

"No, no, no,"

The wizard wearing the pig head mask raised his finger and shook it: "I reminded you, let him starve for three days. If he really starves for three days, not only will he be more likely to pass the test, but he will also have a deeper understanding... …Understand that the weight of life lies not in the owner, but in the provider...such as a glass of water in the desert, or a bearskin coat in the ice and snow.”

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