High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 226 - 150 The Fat Wizard_1

Chapter 226: Chapter 150 The Fat Wizard_1

The chirping of insects is chilling.

It’s late by the big lake.

On the Willow Bank.

A soft breeze and a full moon.

When Zheng Qing was hit by a curse from deep within the forest near the lake, the two elders watching the battle didn’t pay attention to him.

They were discussing matters that had nothing to do with the youngsters’ fight.

"So you called me out in the middle of the night just to watch two kids fighting?" the Old Fishman’s thin hand stroked his smooth walking stick.

In the moonlight, the carved carp on the top of the stick seemed to twist its body contentedly.

Elder Ferna looked at the carp carefully, shaking his head without hesitation.

"Of course not," the old janitor leaned on his wooden stick, nestled against a thick horizontally growing branch of a big willow tree, his tone somewhat relaxed: "Actually, I called you because I wanted to ask about something else."

"If you’re asking about that cat, forget it. Every department in the school has already searched the lake, if we don’t know, we don’t know." The Old Fishman responded sharply.

"Not the cat, not the cat." Elder Ferna waved his hand repeatedly, laughing as he asked: "I just wanted to ask if any new neighbors have moved in recently near the lake..."

"Do those Red Chain Snakes count?" The Old Fishman’s murky eyes twitched slightly.

"If it’s trouble May can handle, I wouldn’t need to ask."

"In that case, the youngsters haven’t reported anything." The Old Fishman twirled his long moustache at the corners of his mouth, pondering. "You know, the little rabbits love causing trouble behind our backs, just like little Iseni... unless they’ve stirred up so much trouble they can’t cover it up, what else could I know more than you?"

Elder Ferna fell silent for a moment, a look of admiration gradually appearing on his face.

While the two old men were having this unproductive conversation, the battle between the two young men in the forest was coming to an end.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qing suppressed his opponent using a combination of vines and talismans.

It was clear the Fishman was going to lose.

This pleased Elder Ferna greatly.

"I heard that black pearls aged for five hundred years mixed with rainbow coral powder can get rid of wrinkles?" The old janitor sighed in an offhand manner: "Poor May, working hard all her life, getting old, and still having to run around the campus with wrinkles all over her body, ah, it’s really pitiful."

"May is a Shar Pei, it’s not age that makes her skin wrinkled..." The Old Fishman drooped his eyelids, answering in an annoyed tone: "If you want my collection, choose a better excuse next time."

"What did I say?" Elder Ferna opened his eyes in surprise.

"Humph!" The Old Fishman turned his head in frustration, his dry dorsal fin shook sharply.

Just then, an unexpected event occurred.

An orange curse shot out from the depths of the forest by the lake, landing on Zheng Qing.

The young patrol slowly slumped to the ground.

With the loss of his coordination, those spinning vines quickly turned into noodles, as the struggling Fishman knotted and hung them on the tree branches nearby.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss... seems like you wizards also have times when your curses are off target." Under the big willow, the Old Fishman laughed, out of breath, like a deflated balloon: "Since little Iseni made a mistake, I will ground him once I get back... as for those black pearls and rainbow coral you mentioned before, let me know if you find out where I can get some. I’d like to see for myself... hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss."

Elder Ferna looked at the sudden development on the field, snorted lightly, stomped his foot, and disappeared under the willow tree.

After watching Iseni dive back into Lin Zhong Lake, the Old Fishman also smiled slightly and quietly slid back into the lake.

...

Zheng Qing finally understood the literal meaning of ’dizzy.’

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and it looked as if a thick layer of frosted glass was in front of his eyes, allowing him to see only weak light.

He couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t hear clearly, felt weak and couldn’t feel anything.

It seemed like the world became blurred all at once.

Without Zheng Qing’s guiding gaze, the vine turned into a boneless snake, falling softly onto the grass in the woods.

Those talismans, which had already been activated, were still burning stubbornly, making slight crackling sounds.

Zheng Qing felt bad for his wasted talismans but felt worse for his victory that was just within reach.

He tried to suppress his anger and fear, forcing himself to remember the books he had read about counter-curses, but the arguing and certain words he heard were distracting him.

"...this is a matter among wizards..."

"Sh...trade failure...responsibility..."

"...you’ve stayed on land too long...it’s time to go back!"

"Sh...I will remember...sh..."

Were those the black robed wizards who just traded with the Fishman?

A thought flashed through Zheng Qing’s mind.

Maybe they would start fighting because the trade failed.

He prayed silently.

But as an atheist, his prayers did not get answered.

The arguing between the Fishman and the black robed wizards was getting louder. The sporadic words and pungent smell made Zheng Qing’s headache worse.

He even tasted a sensation from long ago in the pain that kept surging.

This made him extremely uneasy.

He began to recite the "Many Heart Sutras" in his heart, trying to divert his attention elsewhere.

Like the curse that attacked him.

For the curse ’My dark yellow horse’ that flew out in the forest, Zheng Qing could only vaguely guess that this was a ’non-lethal curse’, estimated to cause fatigue and blindness.

He only knew one spell beginning with ’My horse’.

It was the first spell that the Freshmen of Alpha Academy learned on their practical class this Friday. Assistant Hilda demonstrated it during practice, and the spell was called, ’My Horse Hui Tui’.

Zheng Qing remembered it very clearly.

Duan Xiao Jian — he was Teacher Hilda’s sparring partner at the time — collapsed and fell asleep immediately after being attacked with ’My Horse Hui Tui’.

And his current situation was very similar to Duan Xiao Jian’s.

Perhaps this curse was an upgraded version of ’My Horse Hui Tui’, meaning that the attacker was likely a student from Alpha Academy.

What were people from Alpha Academy doing in Jiuyou Academy late at night?

Zheng Qing found himself starting to get a headache again.

Fortunately, the arguing between the black-robed wizards and the Fishman gradually ceased at this time.

The Fishman’s heavy panting and footsteps lingered around for a moment before gradually fading away.

What also slowly dissipated was the thick fishy smell from its body.

Zheng Qing exhaled in relief, but also couldn’t help sighing.

He was relieved because the Fishman finally left quietly without beating him who was defenseless.

He sighed because at this time, he should have been dragging his spoils to Old Man Ferna for merit and reward, but because of a strange curse, he was paralyzed on the ground.

The reward, gone.

The wasted talismans, gone too.

After a while, Zheng Qing’s vision gradually recovered.

The faint moonlight, the dark and staring trees, the messy lawn, the surrounding scenery became clear one by one.

Accompanied by them was a shadow that gradually lengthened with the moonlight.

A fat wizard swathed in a black robe slowly walked out of the woods.

"Nice to meet you," the fat wizard rasped, nodding politely at him, "Zheng Qing."

Zheng Qing lifted his head, squinted, and scrutinized him.