Monster Hunting High School

"What is public order and good customs?"

Lin Guo's curious voice sounded in the dormitory.

No one answered his question.

Even Xiao Xiao hesitated, stroking his notebook without making a sound.

With a dark face, Zheng Qing silently opened the detailed rules and regulations attached to the letter and carefully read the meaning between the lines. But after studying for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

"The name of the association... public order and good customs..." Zhang Jixin muttered, reading the text on the small card over and over again, puzzled: "I never knew that 'Forgiveness' or 'Knights' also involve public order and good customs."

"It must have nothing to do with the 'Knights'." Fatty Xin affirmed: "I remember that there are several clubs with the suffix of Knights in the school...such as the Guardian Knights of Atlas, and the Cossack Knights of Starry Sky Academy. , Aren’t these all knights?”

"There shouldn't be a problem with 'forgiveness'," Zhang Jixin speculated endlessly: "Is it because 'forgiveness of sins' is the scope of the gods' powers, so it conflicts with Atlas's beliefs?"

"Did the person who reviewed the report make a mistake and sent us a wrong letter?" Lin Guo whispered.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head, showing some understanding.

Zheng Qing was keenly aware of the doctor's anomaly and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Why, do you think someone from the Federation of Societies made a mistake?"

"No, no," Xiao Xiao shook his head and said hesitantly: "Maybe it's just a coincidence... When I went to the office to get the receipt today, the person who handed the envelope to me was a student from Atlas College... Although he hasn't yet He has a beard, but he wears a black pointed hat and a coarse robe...I guess he is an Amish, maybe he modified our review report."

"Amish?! If it's them, it's indeed possible... You know, they are all fanatical die-hard wizards." Zhang Jixin seemed to realize something, and turned to look at Fatty Xin: "They are your compatriots Hey, what do you think?"

"Highlanders are not pure Germans." Fatty Xin corrected him with a calm expression: "No one from the lowland riverside would like their accent."

"Oh, I almost forgot that." Zhang Jixin smiled apologetically: "You are from the Rhine River."

"What do you mean, he tampered with the conclusion privately?" Zheng Qing was a little unbelievable: "This is an official official document from the school... What are the benefits of doing this?!"

"Benefits? Don't try to use normal logic to figure out the thinking of a fanatical believer." Fatty Xin's tone was slightly harsh: "As an extreme conservative sect that will continue to be divided because of the width of the brim, the color of the wand, and the material of the broomstick, if it It is entirely possible for a believer to do something impulsive and irrational because of the name of our association.”

Zheng Qing was still confused.

He had to turn his head to look at Dr. Xiao again.

"The Amish are a group of Protestant Anabaptist Mennonites who originally belonged to the Germanic Highlanders...a very closed and conservative community. You can understand them as standard die-hard wizards."

Xiao Xiao opened his notebook and explained patiently:

"The Amish who have been officially baptized cannot smoke, drink, or enjoy themselves. They do not participate in the development of the new world, and do not accept modern magic theories including dimensional theory... Most of the underage wizards in this group even Will refuse to participate in primary or secondary magic education."

"Most of the time, they wear coarse black robes and pointed, wide-brimmed hats, and make a living by mixing ancient magic potions in those fixed magic towers."

“‘Come out from among them and be separate, and do not touch anything unclean, and I will receive you’…Don’t let the world around you shape you.”

"Can you believe their wizards still use wands?"

Zheng Qing shrugged and spread his hands.

He really couldn't imagine such a thing - to be precise, he had no idea about it.

"That is to say, we don't need to reconvene the meeting to discuss the new club name." The young public-funded student breathed a sigh of relief. He was no longer interested in continuing to discuss the Amish living habits and turned his attention back to On the card that landed in the Federation of Societies' reply: "The audit report said that we can file for reconsideration within seven calendar days... This is an opportunity."

"This is not an opportunity, this is the only way out." Xiao Xiao emphasized: "We don't have time to wait a month to resubmit a new club application, so this review is about whether we can successfully squeeze into the school hunting party. The only way out."

"I still don't understand," Lin Guo's voice sounded a little frustrated: "Why did he...that Amish man modify our review report?"

"This is just a guess. Although it is highly credible, no conclusion has been drawn." Fatty Xin corrected the error in Lin Guo's statement, and then explained: "As for the reason for the modification, he has made it very clear in the report It’s against public order and good customs.”

"To understand the Amish, you need to know their 'fear of pride' and 'respect for humility.'" Xiao Xiao flipped through his notebook casually and shook his head: "Compared with personal will, they are more Inclined to submit to God's will... this means that any offense against God's authority will be met with 'non-violence, non-cooperation'."

"Sounds like a very gentle group." Zheng Qing smacked his finger at the meaning, looked at the wax seal coat of arms on the kraft paper envelope with great interest, and muttered: "It's just a more traditional culture."

"Tradition? No, no, this is not tradition, this is more like sensationalism." Xiao Xiao clasped his notebook, adjusted his glasses, and commented in a sharp tone: "In the past, they insisted on tradition because the society was too loose and tradition was maintained. It leads to the stability of society. Now that society has a broad and solid way of maintaining itself, they stick to tradition just to make themselves stand out.”

"Fortunately, little master Shiyuan is not here today... We don't have people from Atlas here." Zhang Jixin looked horrified: "Otherwise, your words could easily trigger a bloody conflict between the two colleges..."

"It's a bit esoteric and I can't keep up with the rhythm." Zheng Qing squeezed onto Fatty Xin's bed, scratched his chin, listened to his purring, and showed a contented expression.

"In a social community, every individual has unique desires..." Xiao Xiao tried to continue explaining this topic, but his long speech was interrupted as soon as he started.

"Then what do you think of the name 'Cat's Tuan'?" Zheng Qing suddenly held up the Tuan Tuan, ignoring the orange cat's impatient eyes, and looked at everyone with a serious face: "If our reconsideration fails, the name of the new club will be this How about it?"

"We can't keep up with what you say!" Fatty Xin couldn't help roaring, snatched the fat cat from Zheng Qing's hand, and threw it on his head: "If the reconsideration fails, we still have to form a new club. What’s the point?”

"I think no matter what you do, you can't give it up halfway... Since the school doesn't allow the use of 'people's group', it shouldn't matter if we use 'cat's group'." Zheng Qing sighed and added seriously: "For example, Lanque is Blue cat, fat man, you can be Garfield..."

"Maybe you should drag that gypsy witch in so that you can have a Persian cat." Zhang Jixin quickly interrupted the young public-funded student's thoughts before Zheng Qing could find a suitable 'cat breed' for him. He looked at the fat man and said, "But this is an opportunity for you."

"Opportunity?" Fatty Xin rubbed the fat cat in his arms with a confused look on his face: "I didn't want to be a cat?"

"It's not Garfield." Zhang Jixin's originally red face turned purple from holding back: "I mean that Amish man, if he is really the one causing trouble, you can write another news article."

"I doubt this very much." Fatty Xin leaned weakly on the bed and hummed: "The first rule of the school newspaper editorial department is that any manuscript that affects campus unity is not allowed to be published... It doesn't even need to be reviewed by the editor, I can do it myself Kill this article.”