Chapter 44 - Wounded Little Elf
Chapter 44 of "High School of Demon Hunting" opens with exciting events: âEach âGreat Arcanaâ has its own title.For example, the title corresponding to the first rank... Continue reading!
âEach âGreat Arcanaâ has its own title.
For example, the title corresponding to the first rank of the Great Arcana is âThe Foolâ, the second rank is âThe Magicianâ, and the third rank is âThe High Priestessâ.
Each of the twenty-two Great Arcana has its own unique title.â
ââSmall Arcanaâ, on the other hand, are divided into four sequences based on different academies.
Jiuyou Academy belongs to the âWand Sequenceâ; Alpha Academy belongs to the âStarcoin Sequenceâ; Atlas Academy belongs to the âChalice Sequenceâ; Starry Sky Academy belongs to the âSword Sequenceâ.
Each sequence, aside from the rankings from one to ten, also has the âKingâ, âQueenâ, âKnightâ, âAttendantâ as four special sequences.â
âAlthough the rankings change every year, some positions remain relatively unchanged.â Xiao Xiao said as he drew several lines on his notebook and pushed it in front of Zheng Qing.
âFor instance, the top three spots in the âGreat Arcanaâ belong to our excellent principal and the two vice-principals.
The âKingâ of the âSmall Arcanaâ is definitely the student union president of the corresponding academy.
These positions match the corresponding statuses, and hardly changeâitâs sort of an unwritten rule.â
Zheng Qing looked at the terms and order listed in Xiao Xiaoâs notebook, recalling his explanation.
âThey mentioned earlier that the older brother of the Wild Demon at the Great Ming Pavilion is âStarcoin Sequence Sevenâ.
This means he is a âSmall Arcanaâ and is ranked seventh in the âAlpha Special Influence Listâ.
Is that correct?â Zheng Qing summarised.
Li Meng nodded repeatedly, showing an expression of a teachable child.
âThatâs strange, I remember that fat guy said his brother was a scholarship student at Atlas.â Zheng Qing murmured, scratching his head as he stared at Xiao Xiaoâs notebook.
He felt his mind was a mess.
Across the dining table, Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow, picking up his orange juice.
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The silver-white curtains were rolled high.
Outside the window was an endless sea of rolling clouds.
The soft golden sunlight projected onto the restaurant floor through the large floor-to-ceiling window, as if casting a layer of orange glaze on the floor.
A green little elf was stepping on this glaze layer, running fearfully on the smooth floor, uttering cries of alarm.
The transparent wings on her back seemed to have been roughly rubbed by someone, creasing and broken.
In the buffet restaurant, students were strolling around, no one noticed this tiny creature under their feet until she bumped into a playful little fox.
The fox rubbed her face with its pink nose, looking at her curiously.
The little elf stopped, hesitated, and stretched out her slim hand to scratch the foxâs ears.
The fox closed its eyes comfortably.
The little elf leapt onto the foxâs back, burying herself in its soft fur.
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Most of the lunchtime had passed.
Adhering to the principle of entering and leaving the buffet leaning against the wall, Zheng Qing and others insisted on sitting at the dining table, waiting for the food in their stomachs to digest somewhat.
On the dining table, a fluffy white pigeon cooed as it picked fragrant rice grains from its ownerâs palm.
The old turtle retreated into its shell, not willing to peek out no matter how much Xiao Xiao teased it.
They all tried their best to feed their pets more.
Zheng Qing lounged on the sofa, rubbing his belly.
Itâs not good to be too full, it makes it difficult to move.
Zheng Qing felt that he would be half-leaning against this sofa until they disembark.
âWhereâs your fox?â Li Meng kicked him across the table: âThere are a few pieces of small steak left, quickly stuff it into its stomach.â
Zheng Qing wiped his slightly greasy mouth with a napkin, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and whistled loudly.
A burp came up along with the whistle.
He hurriedly closed his mouth.
Not far off, the little fox dashed back from the crowd.
âRascal, where did you run off to!â
Zheng Qing grabbed the fox by its tuft and held it in his arms.
Then he noticed a terrified little spirit shivering on the foxâs back.
âThereâs a little spirit injured here!â he called to Xiao Xiao.
Li Meng, who was feeding a pigeon in her hand, dropped it and climbed down from the sofa, âLet me take a look, let me see!
I know healing magic, let me try!â
The pigeon, Xiao Bai, made an angry cooing sound behind her.
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âStubborn wizards may not respect alchemical creatures, but they wouldnât do something so boring.â Xiao Xiao brushed back Poseidonâs fur and examined the injured little spirit with a serious expression, âThe wing bruises on this creature were obviously caused by a human.â
The little spirit seemed to be severely frightened.
It clung tightly to the fur around Poseidonâs neck, buried its head, shivered and refused to let go.
Li Meng rummaged in her Kun Bag for a clean feather and gently stroked the little one.
Xiao Bai the pigeon stood atop Poseidonâs head, cooing in discontent.
Monk Shi Yuan silently twirled his prayer beads and sat cross-legged in front of Poseidon, praying for the little spirit.
âIt may not be a dangerous party.â Zheng Qing felt the atmosphere was a bit heavy, consoling, âCould it be a prank by a child?
This little spirit only has its wings injured.â
âBut the problem is, where have all the other little spirits gone?â Xiao Xiao raised his head and surveyed the entire restaurant.
Zheng Qing was speechless, realizing for the first time that it had been awhile since he last saw groups of little spirits darting about in the restaurant.
He glanced at the serving counter not far away.
Many empty dishes were still sitting there.
Used utensils and leftovers littered the surrounding tables, creating a messy scene.
âYour question brought on a bit of an ominous premonition.â Zheng Qing frowned and pulled out a little gray cloth bag.
He clearly remembered how when Li Meng sneezed and sprinkled a bit of juice, a few little spirits had rushed over to clean up for her.
âThe fragrance on the little spirit is so familiar.â Li Meng, who had her head buried in Poseidonâs fur, whispered comforting words to the injured spirit.
She suddenly lifted her head and said to others,âIt smells similar to something Iâve smelled somewhere before.â
âItâs not the curly-haired dogâs,â she added.
Zheng Qing managed a small smile, leaned in and had a sniff.
He stood up and sniffed the air.
Indeed, there was a familiar, delicate scent on the broken tip of the little spiritâs wing.
âItâs that flight attendant.â He looked at Li Meng with certainty and said,â When she performed the security check for us earlier, I was pretty close.
The scent is identical.â
Li Meng coughed ambiguously a couple of times and looked at him teasingly.
âThere might be some misunderstanding here.â Pretending not to see Li Mengâs grin, Zheng Qing turned to the others,âShall we go and ask?â
He pointed towards the flight crewâs rest room not far off.