High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 135 - 135 59 End of Bar Song_1

135: Chapter 59 End of Bar Song_1 135: Chapter 59 End of Bar Song_1 Zheng Qing pinched a cigarette and took a harsh drag.

The thick smoke entered his mouth, spreading a spicy sensation that irritated his lung lobes as it trailed down his throat.

Zheng Qing’s eyes immediately reddened.

The cigarette burned slowly, sending up a wisp of light blue smoke.

The customers around him seemed somewhat distorted in the smoke, appearing blurred and wavering.

“Cough, cough, cough!” Zheng Qing couldn’t bear it any longer and began coughing violently.

“I feel like I’ve smoked a fake cigarette,” he rasped, looking at the Gypsy witch in front of him, his eyes slightly red.

“That’s because you’re a fake wizard,” Elena smiled slightly.

“Every wizard knows that before lighting tobacco mixed with powdered monkshood, it needs to be moistened in Mist Liquor.”

Hearing this, Zheng Qing’s coughing intensified.

“Press it down with a Fog bee, you should feel better.” The Gypsy witch stuffed a cup into Zheng Qing’s hand.

The frosty feel of the cup was incredibly comforting for Zheng Qing, but what really unsettled him was the feeling of the gypsy witch’s soft skin against his as she held the cup.

He forgot about his coughing for a moment, just sitting there in a daze.

“Very beautiful cufflinks.” Elena’s praise brought Zheng Qing’s attention back to reality.

“Oh, this,” Zheng Qing fumbled with the cufflink on his sleeve, trying to cover, “It’s a gift from a friend.”

“Do friends give each other gifts?” The witch pondered for a moment, then murmured, “The Elders never taught us about these things.”

“What?” The noise in the bar drowned out the witch’s last words, leaving Zheng Qing none the wiser.

“Nothing…

I mean, I heard you were recently looking for a way to rescue a group of ‘lost’ elves, right?” Elena looked ups at the little creatures resting on top of the cupboard, praising, “For these little elves, that’s indeed a magnificent gesture.”

“It’s nothing…” Zheng Qing blushed, adding weakly, “Actually, I still haven’t found a way to save the elves.”

“But there’s always a way, right?

Ah!

The smoke has taken shape…

What were you thinking of divining just now?” The witch turned back to the mist gathering in front of them and proposed, “Don’t you want to see your smoke?”

Zheng Qing quickly nodded and looked at the smoke.

At the same time, he hastily drank a few gulps of the alcohol in his cup to hide his feelings.

As expected, he choked on it again.

Elena didn’t mind his loss of discretion.

She focused on the smoke between them, giving it a detailed analysis:

“The smoke is thin, very transparent, the white figure is disjointed, in fish scale form, the tail slender as a thread, fluffy.

This is a classic roll cloud.”

“As I’ve mentioned before, cumulus clouds represent the negative, and suggest the near future.

Roll clouds are a positive sign and refer to a more distant time.”

“A roll cumulus mixes these two features and is a very obscure cloud language.”

“The issue you’re divining might not have a good outcome in the short term, but in the long run, it will go as you wish.”

“Or it might go as you wish in the short term, but in the long run, it won’t turn out good.”

Zheng Qing dabbed his between-fingers cigarette in a cup of Mist Liquor, borrowed a lighter from a Multi-arm Tribe Attendant, and took a harsh drag again.

This time, even though the smoke filled Zheng Qing’s lungs with a bitter taste, it didn’t sting as much as before.

He didn’t like the result of Elena’s divination.

He’d wanted to inquire about his romantic fate with this Gypsy witch.

The rolled cumulus symbolism Elena read could not be considered extremely auspicious, no matter how one interpreted it.

“The ancient divination method is quite random; it’s not always accurate, so don’t take this result too seriously.” Perhaps sensing that the divination result wasn’t optimistic, the witch comforted him, “If you’re really bothered by it, you can ask Professor Yi JiaZi to read your future using the modern method.”

Zheng Qing didn’t speak, only continuing to silently smoke the half-burnt cigarette.

One puff after another.

“Do you smoke regularly?” Elena moved her nose closer to Zheng Qing and took a sniff, batting her big eyes, chuckling, “I was wondering why you smelled so familiar.”

“No, no!” Zheng Qing finally broke his silence; he gave her a bitter smile and waved his hand repeatedly, “On normal days, I’m a good young man who doesn’t smoke, drink, or gamble.”

“But, your smoking technique seems very proficient.”

“Just playing around,” Zheng Qing said, somewhat embarrassed, as he snuffed out the cigarette stub in his hand.

“How interesting.” Elena suddenly laughed; she leaned over the table, her laughter shaking her body, almost knocking the cigarette from her cigarette holder onto the floor.

Looking up and seeing Zheng Qing’s somewhat confused gaze, she suppressed her laughter, opened her blurry eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, “You said you don’t smoke, drink, or gamble, and yet I can’t seem to part with cigarettes, alcohol, and gambling.”

Zheng Qing’s heart fluttered slightly, he snatched the cigarette from between Elena’s fingers, stubbing it out in the ashtray.

“What’s wrong?” Elena’s eyes grew blurry.

“I just didn’t feel right,” Zheng Qing took a somewhat embarassed sip of drink.

“Hm,” Elena made a smoking circle with her mouth, then rolled her eyes beautifully, stood up, and stretched her arms: “It’s already quite late, I should go.”

Zheng Qing also stood up, watching the witch’s retreating figure, he felt a sense of loss.

She hadn’t gotten far when she suddenly turned around, hopped a few steps, and came over to Zheng Qing.

She reached up to Zheng Qing’s head and gave it a hearty rub.

Zheng Qing was taken aback, vaguely feeling a warm breeze blowing past his ears.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” The gypsy witch laughed heartily, adding, “Too cute…

”

Zheng Qing quickly reached out to touch the witch’s red lips, stopping her from speaking any further.

It was obvious that his move was too abrupt.

Both of them were stunned by his action.

A few seconds of silence passed, Zheng Qing’s face began to slowly turn red, bright like a cooked shrimp.

Then, red blush also appeared on Elena’s face.

“Ahem!” Zheng Qing cleared his throat loudly, but it apparently had little effect.

The voice coming from his mouth was a bit weak and his pitch wavered.

“Boys aren’t described as ‘cute’!”

He looked at the witch with a very serious face, blushing.

A smile appeared on Elena’s face.

She suddenly puckered her lips and blew a breath at Zheng Qing’s finger.

Zheng Qing recoiled as if he’d been burned, quickly withdrawing his hand from in front of her mouth.

“Sorry!” He apologized vehemently and in a panic, “Very sorry!”

“No worries.” The witch effortlessly spun around to leave, leaving behind a trace of her fragrance and her silvery laughter, “Next time don’t make that cute and dumb expression…

it might cause trouble…”

Zheng Qing tried hard to figure out the meaning of what she said.

But in the end, he understood nothing.

By the time he recovered, she was gone.

All that was left in front of him was an empty cup and a bit of ash.