High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 274 - 198: Restless Monday_1

Chapter 274: Chapter 198: Restless Monday_1

In life, some things can be very certain.

For example, spilt salt must be thrown over the left shoulder, rosemary should definitely be planted at the garden gate, and lavender will bring good luck. For instance, nobody dares to point at rainbows hanging in the eastern sky, or to casually peek when the moon dons a thin veil.

Yet, other things are not so certain.

For example, life, death, and love.

Ilyana Jones is a gypsy witch.

She is also Zheng Qing’s classmate.

She is also a courageous and beautiful girl - Zheng Qing is very sure about that. Whenever her name floats into his mind, he can’t help but recall the gorgeous figure with a remorseful face and a deck of tarot cards in her hands.

The unique Tarot divination method, the unpredictable towering wizard tower, the caravan on the edge of life and death brandishing the Whip of Shadow, and the gypsies wandering the Eurasian continent have long been shrouded in mysterious legends.

And Ilyana has inherited all the mystery of the gypsies.

Her beauty, her enthusiasm, her burgundy long wavy hair, her captivating light brown eyes, her sharp nose, wheat-colored skin, tall stature - everything about her is mysteriously tempting.

Her every frown, every smile, and a seductive glance are intoxicating.

Hoping for a young man who has just left his comfort zone to resist such temptation is very unmagical.

Therefore, almost the instant she started talking to him, Zheng Qing fell in love.

Maybe God also intends to fulfill this naive young man. The gypsy witch is surprisingly interested in Talisman Studies. What could be more in line with Zheng Qing’s heart’s desire?

At the witch’s suggestion, the 08 Class’ public expense student from Jiuyou Academy agreed to tutor her in disregard of his poor Basic Magic knowledge.

So, two o’clock on Sunday afternoons became an irresistible sweetness in the hearts of young people.

Every time he thinks of this time, a naive, sweet smile inadvertently creeps onto his face.

Except for last Sunday.

Zheng Qing, while holding his law book and frowning, hurried to the classroom. The little elves darted their heads out of the hood behind him, carefully looking around and chirping cheerfully.

It is seven o’clock on Monday morning, more than an hour before the start of the first class.

But Zheng Qing could no longer manage to wait in the small dormitory.

Starting from Saturday, the paper cranes he sent to Ilyana all flew back to him intact. No matter how elaborate a shape he folded the paper cranes into, or how many "anti-avoiding" spells he added to the paper cranes, the blue letter papers would always flutter their wings in his disappointed gaze, returning to the small balcony of Dormitory 403.

Then, it pecked at the thick layer of glass with its head.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong.

He didn’t know why the paper cranes couldn’t find Ilyana, whether the witch had appeared at the library table at noon on Sunday, or whether the witch was safe now.

What he did know was that he had to find the gypsy witch before the first class on Monday, and express his deepest apology for not keeping his date on Sunday.

If possible, he was prepared to squeeze some money out of his not so full wallet, and invite the witch to dine in the most luxurious restaurant in Beta Town, as part of the ’most sincere apology’.

He originally planned to talk to Ilyana about this at the class meeting on Sunday night, but disappointingly, the witch didn’t show up at the meeting.

This was not surprising, he consoled himself, as Doctor Xiao had once mentioned, transfer students, international students, they have their own closed circles, and rarely participate in activities like class meetings – they were seldom counted in the total class size - they rarely participated in such activities.

So, before Professor Yao’s Spell Class this morning, it was the last chance.

The young scholarship student was so preoccupied with thinking about what to say and how to behave when meeting others that he completely overlooked the excited expressions on the faces of the students coming and going around campus and the small groups whispering excitedly.

It wasn’t until he pushed open the classroom door and a crowd suddenly surrounded him that the poor young man got scared.

"How can there be so many people!" He shouted, "Why do all of you come so early? What happened?"

However, the crowd didn’t care about his struggle, a series of questions came pouring down upon him.

"Is it true?" Li Meng squeezed to the front of the crowd, grabbing his collar and screamed, "The patrol team caught those demons?"

"What?" Zheng Qing looked around in a daze.

The little elf in his hat pocket was scared by the enthusiastic wizards, and flew to the top of the chalkboard to seek comfort from its working peers at the school.

Each elf held a blue paper crane in its arms - one of the ’Sincerity’ that Zheng Qing prepared for Ilyana.

Perhaps because they were too panicked, one of the elves, busy flapping its wings to fly high, accidentally dropped a paper crane. The elf instantly flew more freely without the burden of the paper crane, so the simple-minded creature promptly forgot about the ’treasure’ that its master had repeatedly told it to care for.

The paper crane slowly drifted with the help of the airflow, until it was about to hit the ground, when it was caught by a clean hand.

Of course, Zheng Qing didn’t notice these details.

He was surrounded by curious faces, and his ears were filled with a slew of questions.

"Everyone’s saying that the magic creatures were drained by a group of Sand Hour, is that true?"

This question, though simple, was quite precise.

Zheng Qing hurriedly nodded his head.

This affirmative gesture further inflamed the crowd’s enthusiasm.

"Is it true that tens of thousands of Lazy Bugs were hidden in the school by those Sand Hour?"

"What does the mother of the Sand Hour look like? How big is it? Have you touched it?"

"How did you find the escaped Sand Hour?"

"I heard that one of the patrol team members had a timeline sucked away by the Sand Hour, causing half of his face to wither, is that true?"

"Did you actually receive a small bottle of Queen Sand Hour’s juice as a reward!"

This last question was so crucial that everyone hushed, eagerly stared at Zheng Qing, expecting him to supply an accurate answer.

Zheng Qing hesitated, then slowly nodded again.

Tumult broke out among the onlookers, and the atmosphere in the room heated up instantly.

"Brother Qing, Brother Qing!" Monitor Tang Dun, hand on his shoulder, called out enthusiastically, "That bottle of ’Queen Sand Hour’s juice’, you won’t be needing it... I will give you ten jade coins, how about it?"

Before Zheng Qing had a chance to respond, a mocking voice echoed clearly from the outside.

"Ten jade coins?"

Matthew Karen, who had been leaning against the window, head sideways, coldly watching the drama at the classroom door, suddenly heard Tang Dun’s offer and could not help but jeer:

"A price with no sincerity... I’ll offer twenty."