Monster Hunting High School

Chapter 2703 Heresy

The offices of some teaching assistants, including Thomas, are not on the same floor as the offices of the teaching assistants. They are located in the left-hand corridor on the third floor of the office building.

And Thomas's office is at the end of the corridor.

It was the weekend, and there was no one in the corridor. Not only were the armored samurai wandering around in the school missing, but even the portraits on the walls and the door gods on the doors were empty.

An inexplicable thought came to Zheng Qing's mind - in a place like this, you shouldn't have to worry about encountering ghosts, right?

"I remember your office..."

The young wizard couldn't help but speak, not entirely out of curiosity, but more because he wanted to fill the empty corridor with sound and make the surroundings seem less empty and quiet.

Thomas took a brass key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.

"Ah, the offices of teaching assistants are not fixed," he seemed to have guessed the question behind the boy, and explained patiently: "Every semester, our offices may change...according to the increase or decrease in the number of members in the group or the school Arrangements for new staff. Moreover, not every teaching assistant has an office.”

Zheng Qing knew this last point.

Because he doesn't have an office.

While talking, the office door has been pushed open.

But before he entered the door, a squeaking scream followed the light in the room and came out from the crack of the door, reaching Zheng Qing's ears and making the entire corridor buzz.

"You forgot to turn off the fire when you went out, idiot!"

"——Fortunately, I have a strong belly!"

"Are you going to burn down the entire office building?"

"No more salary?!"

Thomas pulled a towel from behind the door, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the corner of the office. The screams immediately stopped. Zheng Qing poked his head into the room and saw that the thing screaming was a teapot. At this moment, the towel was tied to the handle of the teapot. It was hanging in the air, dangling, as if it would fall to the ground accidentally.

No wonder it shut up.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile - this way of handling it was very starry.

"Sorry, I left in a bit of a hurry this afternoon, but luckily I came back in time... Just sit down... would you like some tea?"

The owner of the office greeted him, and without waiting for the boy to agree, he snapped his fingers, and two beautiful teacups flew out from under the coffee table and floated under the teapot.

The teapot tilted obediently and poured out a stream of hot tea.

"Thanks."

Zheng Qing nodded slightly cautiously and looked around, looking for a place where he could 'sit casually' as Thomas mentioned. But as far as he could see, whether it was the sofa or the chairs, they were piled with books and the arrangement was very messy. Zheng Qing felt as if he had broken into a graduate's study.

Thomas, who was bending over to fumble for something under the desk, noticed the boy's embarrassment.

"Ah...I'm sorry,"

As if he had a sudden realization, he knocked on the Dharma book and said with a somewhat apologetic tone: "You know, there have been a lot of things lately, and I have been a little busy...the busier I am, the messier I am, and there are not many people coming to the office, so I haven't cleaned it up properly."

A vague curse light bloomed from the place where he knocked on the Dharma book. The messy books between the tables and chairs seemed to have wings, flew up, and were neatly piled into the open bookcase next to them.

Zheng Qing's sharp eyes saw several interesting names among the flying book spines - including "Humans, Ghosts, Spirits, and Six Animals Transformed into Monsters", "Chen Temple Astronomy", "Transformed into Monsters and Gao Jiu", and "Pray for Blessings" , "Catching Ominous Objects and Preventing Ghosts" - judging from the title of the book, it involves not only demons and transformation techniques, but also methods of praying for blessings and getting rid of them, making it extremely complex.

"I never knew you liked blessing magic,"

Zheng Qing sat on the sofa, holding a tea cup, staring at the amber tea in the cup, and blew a small breath: "...I mean, I feel that this kind of magic is completely incompatible with your background at Starry Sky Academy."

"I thought you would get rid of those stubborn prejudices between different colleges. When you entered the school..." Thomas smiled and shook his head, and suddenly sighed: "Speaking of... when I gave you the interview, you were cautious. I'm very impressed... Well, you should smell it first - how does it taste?"

He held his teacup, sniffed it under his nose as if indicating, and raised it to Zheng Qing.

But it's already too late.

Zheng Qing just took a sip.

unexpected.

The tea that looks piping hot has just the right temperature at the entrance, neither cold nor hot; while the tea that looks clear has a very strong taste, as if several pounds of spices have been added to it.

The boy's face immediately wrinkled up.

"Hey," he smacked his mouth, savoring the aroma on his tongue, and finally commented euphemistically: "I think your tea... tastes very special."

"You should smell it first." Thomas had put down the teacup, picked up a small wooden box from under the desk, and placed it on the desk. He looked at the boy with a smile: "What can you smell?"

Zheng Qing inexplicably felt like he was in a potion class.

"Almonds, or pine nuts... cinnamon, and honey." His nose twitched slightly, and his tone was a bit uncertain: "Can there be these things in tea?"

"Your magic talent is really good."

Thomas sighed softly, and shook his head while unlocking the magic hair lock on the wooden box: "I was very sensitive to herbal medicine at the beginning, so my grades in Potions class were never very good, and I could only study in dissection. Study harder... You guessed it right, when I make tea, I add some cinnamon and honey to it, which will make it more flavorful."

"heresy."

Zheng Qingyan concluded briefly and concisely - in his whole life, he has never seen anyone drinking tea like this.

"Heresy?"

When Thomas heard this word, he seemed to be a little touched. He paused in his movements, muttered and repeated it, and then suddenly smiled softly: "After all, it broke the tradition, and it is not an exaggeration to say it is a 'heresy'... I like it. Add some spices and seasonings to the tea leaves, crush the tea leaves into powder, and use boiling water to fully release the aroma of the tea leaves. Then filter out the residue, leaving only pure tea... When it comes to purity, what kind of blood do you think it is? Where’s the pure one?”

Zheng Qing felt that Thomas was a little too sentimental today.

"Nicholas's bloodline is pure."

He gave his former interviewer an unexpected answer: "Whether he had his werewolf blood before or now, his blood is very pure."

"Is that old student who transferred four times, repeated four grades, and now goes to the edge college to study as a preparatory course?" Thomas obviously knew the legend of the first university, and couldn't help but become curious: "Why do you think his bloodline is so pure?"

"Because his ideas are very clean."

Zheng Qing thought of the boy who was transferred to the hospital four times for his sister and who had his werewolf blood drained for his mother. He felt as if his fingertips were burned and couldn't help but turn the cup in his hand: "——After all, consciousness can decide everything. In this world, pure thoughts are the purest blood.”