High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 130 - 130 54 Greetings from Afar_1

130: Chapter 54 Greetings from Afar_1 130: Chapter 54 Greetings from Afar_1 The Wandering Wizard stood next to the railing on the second floor, silently watching the backs of two young wizards as they left.

Behind him, a rustling sound came from the portrait embedded in a walnut frame on the wall.

The man in the black wizard’s robe on the canvas suddenly coughed softly.

“Cough, cough!”

The man in the portrait was wearing a greasy pointed wizard hat, and his prominent hooked nose seemed about to pierce through the frame.

At this moment, he made a coughing gesture with one hand covering his mouth:

“Cough, cough!”

The Wandering Wizard evidently heard this unusual greeting.

“Speak!” He faced away from the portrait with his eyes still on the floor below, his voice sounding rather somber.

“Good evening, honorable committee member sir.” The man in the portrait tipped his hat, greeting in a greasily smooth voice: “Guests from afar bring you greetings of the late summer, wishing you a happy life.”

“Hmm.” The Wandering Wizard expressed his mood with just one word.

The wizard in the portrait seemed to sense the host’s displeasure, laughing ingratiatingly and complimenting:

“This bar is really bustling!

I’ve been through London, New York, Shanghai these past few days, and I haven’t found a bar as successful as this one!”

The Wandering Wizard didn’t move, seemingly oblivious to these compliments.

“Those youngsters who just went downstairs are quite interesting.

Is that red-faced young man a descendant of the Zhang family?

He can’t hold his liquor just like his grandfather…

And that short kid with glasses, I feel like I’ve seen that black notebook he’s carrying before.”

The Wandering Wizard remained still, not uttering a word.

Eventually, the wizard in the portrait could no longer continue his monologue.

He straightened up, cleared his throat again:

“Ahem, the organization has three things to inform you about.”

At this point, the man in the portrait changed his tone, pinching his throat as if announcing a decree like an old eunuch:

“The first matter has to do with Dark Blue Castle.

Not long ago, they secretly conducted a dimension fluctuation experiment, and the material related to the experiment was confiscated by the Wizards’ Alliance during the inspection…

You should know, they drew valuable experiment materials from the organization in your name while conducting this experiment, and now those specters are implying they won’t pay…

The organization’s current position is that all matters regarding the follow-up of this business will be left entirely to you.”

“Hmm!” The Wandering Wizard snorted coldly again, but still didn’t immediately respond.

He knew that being fully responsible also meant taking on all losses.

For him, this decision wasn’t unexpected, after all, there are always those who like to kick a man when he’s down.

“The second matter is about Black Prison.

The organization hopes to understand as soon as possible what has happened there, why key wizards from around the world are called back to the college…

Although they conducted this business very covertly, there’s nothing indescribable to important figures in this world…

They hope you can confirm whether the recent movements of the captains under the Sea Demon King have anything to do with this.”

At this point, the man in the portrait paused, seemed to want to say something more, but ultimately gave up.

The Wandering Wizard stood still at the parapet, silent.

“The third matter, the organization has received information that the Workers’ Committee of the First University is planning a surprise inspection of the Wandering Bar, please be sure to take relevant precautions.”

“That is all!”

The man in the portrait adjusted the brim of his pointed wizard hat, changing back to his previous slick tone and cheerfully added: “Do you have any directives?”

The Wandering Wizard did not respond right away.

He continued to silently watch the joyous figures swaying in the hall on the first floor.

The gloomy corridor on the second floor was devoid of a single figure, only a breeze from nowhere stirred the curtain on the wall, bringing a low whimper.

After a long while, the host of the Wandering Bar slowly spoke:

“Regarding the Dark Blue Castle, I facilitated this deal, so I can take full responsibility for any subsequent debt disputes.” The Wandering Wizard tapped his thin fingers slowly on the wooden rail, chewing on the right words in his mouth: “You can tell the committee that I will downgrade the institution’s rating to silver in a week…

as a first warning.”

“Understood!” The man in the portrait quickly scribbled in a small notebook he had drawn from his pocket.

“As for the depths of Black Prison, there has been no news.

Indeed, a large number of wizards have returned from the battlefield in the New World in recent months.

But these powerful forces have all disappeared into Black Prison, I don’t have any updated news to provide…

What can be confirmed is that this matter has little to do with the recent movements of the Sea Monsters…

The movements of the Sea Monsters should be related to the old guy from the First University.”

The man on the canvas gasped, expressing a suppressed astonishment: “Him?”

“That old man has been missing for almost ten years.” The Wandering Wizard chuckled quietly: “Now, the school’s affairs are completely taken over by two vice-principals Shi Hui and If Foolish, and several other college heads…

If that old man doesn’t show up soon, I estimate Buji Island will precipitate an internal war in the not too distant future to resolve these unclear disputes.”

The man in the canvas swallowed loudly.

His eyes flickered uncertainly and he nervously adjusted his hat.

He seemed to have been startled by the Wandering Wizard’s bold remarks.

“As for the third matter.” The Wandering Wizard turned his head, his dark eyes stared intently at the portrait on the wall, remaining silent for a while.

The man on the wall had a playful smirk at first; then realized something was amiss, slowly retracted his smile; finally, under the gaze of the Wandering Wizard, he cast down his eyes and began to nervously fidget.

“Go tell those old geezers!

If they’re looking for a fight, they can come find me at Beta Town!

Don’t try to pull any tricks under my watch!” The Wandering Wizard roared softly, raising his fist and shattering the glass of the frame.

“Crash!”

The Wandering Wizard’s skinny fingers pressed directly on the dry canvas, a wisp of blue smoke began to slowly rise from the place where his fingertips contacted the canvas:

“If there’s a next time…

When the patrol team from the First University is about to charge into my bar, then you come notify me…

Then our agreement will end up just like this canvas…”

The man in the portrait jumped up in fear, one hand clenching a small notebook, the other pressing down on his pointed wizard hat, and in a blink, disappeared from the canvas.

The Wandering Wizard maliciously yanked the now-burning blank canvas from the frame, tearing it into pieces with a few swift movements.

Then, he casually tossed the shredded pieces onto the floor, and slowly walked towards the depths of the corridor.

Behind him, a servant of the Multi-arm Tribe quietly appeared in the corridor, silently gathering the flaming paper scraps one by one, and cleaning up thoroughly.