Chapter 121 - The Tradition of the Nes Family
Chapter 121 of "High School of Demon Hunting" begins the action: The three-dimensional image projected from the law book on the ground was extraordinarily lifelike.A few... Discover the next part!
The three-dimensional image projected from the law book on the ground was extraordinarily lifelike.
A few old students from Alpha, tall as real people, their expressions and attitudes vivid as life.
Zheng Qing could even clearly see a hint of hidden disdain on Arthur¡Nessâs face.
It was identical to the smirk of the blonde boy in his memory.
Hypocrite, arrogant.
Although the confrontation on the street had only been a week ago, it felt like a long time ago in Zheng Qingâs mind.
The image of Arthur¡Ness was somewhat blurry in his mind.
Only this impression of hypocrisy and arrogance left a deep impression.
More accurately, Zheng Qingâs impression of Arthur¡Ness is always of the guy holding a wine glass and lifting his chin at the pedestrian street.
Since entering the school, countless new things have been happening around him every day.
If not for the invitation from the club, Zheng Qing might have already forgotten about this senior student from Alpha who was hit by his talisman paper and landed in the mud.
âThe conflict between you two on the pedestrian street was very interesting.
If I didnât mistake it, this child from the Ness family was once hit by your suppression symbol into the mud.â The wandering wizard laughed and gave him a thumbs up.
âVery commendable action.â
Zheng Qing was slightly embarrassed, his face flushed.
He found that no matter how many times people praised him, he always felt awkward.
To alleviate his unease, Zheng Qing changed the subject.
âWho is that black-haired, East Asian-looking guy?â He pointed at the figure in the middle of the projection and asked Xiao Xiao quietly.
Xiao Xiao hesitated unusually then shook his head, indicating he didnât know.
This was even more surprising than the image in front of him.
âYou actually donât know something!â He whispered, looking at the watermelon-headed man next to him with suspicious eyes.
He felt like he was standing next to a fake Xiao Xiao.
âThere are tens of thousands of students in the school, do I have to create a file for each of them?â The short man indignantly opened his black-notebook, flipping through the pages noisily.
âButâŚâ Zheng Qing sighed, feeling a bit unreasonable.
âBut your father did just that.â The wandering mage interjected, âIn my memory, your father has detailed records of the students of the seven major classes.â
âHim again.â Xiao Xiao was frustrated.
He closed the notebook and chugged the green bee on the table.
There were many questions spinning in Zheng Qingâs mind, but the wandering wizard easily shifted the conversation back:
âThat guy is called Sima Yi, a student from Alpha Academy Astral 07-1 class.â
âIn the whole first year, heâs not particularly outstanding.
He never made it on the Arcana list, wasnât a scholarship student, and his academic achievements werenât extraordinary, he seldom participated in club activities.â
âYou could say, heâs a very low-profile student.â
âOnly a few professors have given him high praise â I only found out after paying special attention.â
âIf he wasnât a gold card customer of the wandering bar â not the spendthrift type of customer, but like you, a high-value customer â I probably wouldnât know him.â
At this point, the wandering mage nostalgically lifted his wine glass, as though toasting the projection of Sima Yi:
âEach year, many excellent wizards emerge from the top universities.
But not every excellent wizard leaves a deep impression on me, making me interested in knowing them.â
As he spoke, he raised his glass to Zheng Qing:
âLei Zhe counts as one, you count as one, and Sima Yi is also one.â
Zheng Qing hurriedly raised his glass and drank a toast with the Wandering Wizard from a distance.
Perhaps because of the effects of the alcohol, his brain was a bit slow.
Many questions in his heart surged to his mouth but he couldnât express them.
The Wandering Wizard seemed to be a bit tired too, and stopped speaking.
For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence.
âSo itâs this bullying bastard!â Zhang Ji Xin suddenly rose from the sofa â he finally remembered who the people in the projection were.
âWhat was he doing here!â he exclaimed angrily, standing up and glaring with his reddened, alcohol-soaked eyes, intending to confront Arthur¡Ness.
âHeâs already left.â Xiao Xiao pulled him back to his seat and pushed a cup of Demon Blood Wine into his hands.
âThey were just wandering amongst the crowd, asking what had happened, and then they leftâŚ
But it seems they had some internal conflicts.â
âDid you see it too?â Zheng Qing looked at Watermelon Head in shock.
âWhat did they come here for!â
âPerhaps to have a drink, or maybe just to hang out.â The Wandering Mage switched off the projection and looked at the boy across from him, his gaze deep.
âOr maybe they just wanted to meet you.â
Zheng Qing quietly took a sip of Green Bee.
He could feel that the Wandering Mage had more to say.
The green liquid coursed over his tongue, exciting his taste buds, causing him to involuntarily squint.
âThe people of the Ness family have always been vengeful, this unpopular character is very famous at the Number One University.â The Wandering Mage began to take out several small red lacquer boxes from his coat, slowly placing them on the table.
âI remember more than seventy years ago, the Ness boy studying here had his backpack stolen by the Fishmen of Lin Zhong Lake.
For a full four years, he tossed a lump of King Squid feces into the lake every morning.
Four years!
Rain or shine.â
âWhy did he toss feces?â Xin Fat Man asked curiously.
âPerhaps uncle Ferna, the caretaker of the lake, knows the answerâŚ
I guess the feces of the King Squid contains something the Fishmen despise.â The Wandering Mage paused before continuing, âNo matter what, those feces stirred up a lot of trouble amongst the Fishmen of the lake.
Itâs said that during those years, the birth rate of the Fishmen in the lake dropped significantly.â
âThe feces of the King Squid belong to the Wizard Covenantâs third-class restricted free trade goods.
How would the Ness boy be able to get so many permits?â Xiao Xiao stroke her notebook, looking intently at the Wandering Wizard.
âHe didnât have permits.
But he met a few fellows with the goods in my bar.â The Wandering Mage tugged at his pointed hat, hiding his gaze beneath its brim.
âI never prevent healthy interactions amongst my guests.â
Xiao Xiao let out a short, sharp laugh.
âWhat are these?â Feeling that Xiao Xiao was being rude, Zheng Qing quickly pointed to the row of small boxes on the table and asked.
âSome little things, some people think youâll need them, so they asked me to bring them to your attention.â The Wandering Mage snapped his fingers, and the lids of the small red lacquer boxes on the table sprang open in unison.
âMiaojiangâs canker worm, epileptic worm, and golden silkworm, Haitian voodoo dolls, Malaysian downfall talismansâŚ
These are some revenge-oriented small magics; and there are Black Donkeyâs Hooves, Yellow Dog Skin, Five-Colored Peach Seals, Seven-Colored GourdsâŚ
These are defensive amulets.â The Wandering Mage extended his skinny finger and pointed at each item, introducing them to Zheng Qing.
âI heard youâre having some trouble at school; some guests thought you would need them and asked me to pitch them to you.â
âOf course, I must admit, Iâm not a good salesman.â
âAll I can assure you is that these little things are well worth their value.â
Zheng Qing looked at the items in the small boxes in front of him, his back tingling.
The insects were hiding in their cocoons; Zheng Qing couldnât see their hideous faces.
But the eerie smiles on the voodoo dolls and the malicious aura emanating from the downfall talismans made him uneasy.
After a long while, he finally refused in a low voice, âI donât have any money.â
âNo need for money.â The Wandering Mage smiled at him.
âYou are a gold card customer in my shop; you have enough credit to take these little things from the table.â
Zheng Qing looked at the Wandering Mage in surprise.
The Wandering Mageâs face was hidden under his large pointed hood, making his expression unreadable.
âStill, I donât want them.â Zheng Qing refused.
âI donât think Iâll need these items in school.â
The others beside him nodded in agreement.