Chapter 981 - The Edge
What happens in Chapter 981 of "High School of Demon Hunting"? Chapter 981: Chapter 43 The EdgeBecause Zheng Qingâs seat was quite close to the edge... Read on to find out!
Chapter 981: Chapter 43 The EdgeBecause Zheng Qingâs seat was quite close to the edge of the bar, and his reflexes were nimble, he only managed to spray the drinks onto the floor.
The other two companions were less fortunate; since they were sitting right next to each other, and Xin Fat Manâs substantial figure was not very agile, both he and Doctor Xiao ended up spraying their drinks onto each other.
But compared to what Sister Korma had just said, having a few sips of drink on them didnât seem so upsetting anymore.
"X... sexual magic?!!" Zheng Qing, fighting to suppress the severe chest pain after coughing, turned red-faced, raised his head, and looked at Korma in panic, "Iâm sorry, I donât quite understand what you mean!"
His confused statement was interspersed with the violent coughing of Doctor Xiao and Xin Fat Man, adding to the chaos at the bar.
Xiao Xiaoâs cough sounded like a startled rabbit, seemingly ready to tuck tail and run at any moment; whereas Xin Fat Manâs cough was more like the grunting of a chubby pig, his small eyes brimming with excitement and exhilaration.
"Oh, you know, âbang bangâ magic... You donât know?" Korma said as she made a circle with the thumb and index finger of her left hand and poked her right index finger in and out of the circle, then reminded, "Like this... Donât you young people all enjoy this kind of physical magic?"
The witchâs gestures were somewhat crude, but the meaning was very clearly conveyed.
Zheng Qing confirmed that the suggestive images that flashed through his mind were not an illusion.
"The... the Wizard Covenant, doesnât the Mage Alliance discourage this kind of magic?" Xiao Xiao timidly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to take back the commission sheet from Kormaâs hands.
But the witch deftly rotated her wrist and tucked the commission sheet into a drawer beneath the bar.
"Discouraging it doesnât mean itâs prohibited," Korma said, casting a coquettish look at Zheng Qing, pinching a pencil between the fingers of her left hand, the tip tracing from Zheng Qingâs wrist, over the back of his hand to the tip of his index finger, cooing, "Arenât the warlocks of the Alliance always fond of coming to the North District to guide the little trickster witches in performing this kind of magic?"
Zheng Qing felt a wave of goosebumps rise up his arm and spread to his back, making him shiver uncontrollably.
"Wow." A meaningful sigh reached the warlockâs ear; he recognized it as Xin Fat Manâs voice: "Shall we go change our clothes now?"
Without a doubt, the fat man was always eager to try new things. Or rather, boys usually seemed eager to try new experiences that sounded like they had nothing to lose.
But for Zheng Qing, he only had one thought at the moment, and that was to disappear on the spot.
Even if it meant exploding right there and then.
He felt his first time shouldnât be so hasty.
The young, publicly-funded studentâs face turned red, his eyes wide open, his mouth half agape, uttering "ah ah" sounds of ambiguous meaning, looking as if he was having a heart attack and might drop dead at any moment. In just a mere dozen seconds, he felt as if his brain had been boiled by his spiraling thoughts.
And Korma, standing opposite him, still looked at him seriously, as if she didnât understand why he was overreacting so much, making Zheng Qing wonder if he was indeed overreacting.
But it was only a moment before he realized his reaction was not mistaken.
"Hahaha... I canât take it, I canât take it anymore!!" Suddenly, the until-now serious Korma started slapping the bar tabletop hard, bursting into laughter: "You guys took it seriously! You actually took it seriously?! Hahaha, this is killing me!"
A little further from the bar, those young people in gray robes all turned their heads in this direction, seemingly curious about why their big sister was laughing so happily.
Unlike Korma, Zheng Qing was far from happy.
It took him only 0.5 seconds to realize that the three of them had been prankedâXin Fat Man might have taken a bit longer, about 15 seconds.
"So, that means thereâs no âpat-pat classâ of magic that needs our assistance, right?" After coming to his senses, the fat man grumbled to confirm.
"This is really bad news, Sister," realizing it had been just a joke, Doctor Xiao also felt like joking and teased, "Youâve ruined Fat Manâs only chance to lose his virginity... He will hate you for this."
"Bullshit!" Xin Fat Manâs face suddenly flushed redâa stark contrast from the flush of excitement from beforeâhe muttered with annoyance in a low voice, "How could I... how could I... hmm?!"
He never managed to finish that sentence.
After all, it wasnât a pleasant topic to talk about.
"Always so naĂŻve, youâd be sold out in the North District," Korma said with a laugh, holding her glass of wine, walking around the bar to Zheng Qingâs side, and placed a hand on his shoulder, "You should know, in North District, every part of a little wizardâs bodyâheart, liver, spleen, lungs, brain, eyes and the restâare worth a lot of money."
"Iâm not that stupid," Zheng Qing shrugged, not shaking off the witchâs hand, but also not resorting to more aggressive means, he mumbled gloomily, "Iâm not naĂŻve enough to be abducted on the streets."
"Heh," Korma snorted sarcastically, "You are indeed not stupid... so itâs not a surprise that your application was rejected by the student council of the First University, right?"
This sentence, obviously, had a deeper meaning.
Just as Zheng Qing was frowning, trying to find the hidden meaning in that sentence, Xiao Xiao interrupted his train of thought, "What do people in the North District need wizardâs body parts for? Donât they know that magic talent has no necessary connection with any part of a wizardâs body?... Such behavior is illegal!"
"Illegal?" Korma laughed as if she had heard a joke, laughing so hard she was nearly in tears, "In a place where you have to do everything possible, fight desperately just to survive, what does the Wizardâs Codex count for? To call you naive is truly an understatement!"
It was Xin Fat Man who explained Xiao Xiaoâs question on the side.
"I have researched your question before," Xinâs face lost its previous annoyance and became serious, "Wizards naturally believe the investigation results of the Mage Alliance, which is that our body parts have no connection with our magic talent... but Tricksters donât think so."
"They believe that this is a smokescreen thrown by the wizards, aimed to stop them from obtaining the methods to gain a wizardâs talent... In the eyes of many Trickstersâwho represent a significant part of the views in North Districtâthe more âreal wizardâ parts you have on your body, the more your magic talent will recover until it is fully restored."
"This isnât just about ignorance or superstition."
"This is one of the few glimpses of light that can be seen when you look up in the Despair Abyss."
"Itâs worth their all-out effort to strive for."
The topic was so heavy that it swept away all of Zheng Qingâs previous embarrassment and awkwardness. He didnât even want to pursue the insider information about his rejection by the student council of the First University that Korma had just mentioned.
"Ahem," the young public expense student coughed lightly, clapped his hands gently, and switched to a more light-hearted tone, "So, Sister, what kind of assistance are you seeking from us?"