High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 433 - 102_1

Chapter 433: 102_1

The sky was exceptionally clear.

Only a few clouds lingered, brought together by the spell of the on-duty wizard from the Astronomical Observatory. The clouds sometimes morphed into sheep, sometimes into rabbits, or even twisted into the logos of some high-paying businesses. They hung there in the endless, pure blue sky, drifting lazily.

On the Hunting Grounds, dozens of official team flags snapped in the breeze, with the banners of the four academies and the first university billowing even higher.

The vast center of the Hunting Grounds was for the hunting teams and the demons. However, this area was currently obscured by thick, grey mist. There was no sight of any team, no sight of the demons, not even any personnel could be seen.

All that could be seen were clusters of rolling mist, condensing into various shapes of strange beasts, roaming and fighting amongst themselves.

The stands around the Hunting Grounds were for the students of the first university and outside spectators.

Wooden seats were arranged in orderly tiers, with fine vines growing on their backs. From those vines sprung blooming Speaker Flowers, each blaring out the classic hunting song "Go to the Hunting Ground". The leneged Witch-World singer, the Skylark Witch, recorded the song. It was said that she was the first witch to master the Mt. Mang Spirit Sound, and her songs could always make one feel completely immersed, an experience to be relished endlessly.

However, the singer experienced unforeseen circumstances during a concert in Kolkata and fell ill. She couldn’t appear in person today and had to mail a bag of speaker flower seeds that could play her classic hunting songs to the Hunting Association Organizing Committee.

One had to admit, the song echoing from the Speaker Flowers seemed capable of touching the soul and left one in a trance.

However, the young student had not forgotten his purpose, so he did his best to block out the captivating music surrounding him, forcing himself to stay alert and watch the silent figures on the stage.

Compared to the general audience seats, the seats on the stage were more prominent and much higher. The entire stage was wrapped in a massive red curtain. Numerous intricate golden and silver talismans stitched onto the curtain shimmered, radiating a magical aura.

Under the sunlight, Zheng Qing almost thought he could see the robust flow of energy moving slowly between the curtains.

Energy has always been the determinant of status, without any exception.

The ones with significant energy reserves naturally acquire the high positions. Those with better positions and broader views indeed have a more convenient location to acquire energy - these two have always been complementary.

For the Witch World, the first university has always been an obvious hub of power.

So the "College Cup" Hunting Party she hosted would naturally attract witches of various statuses to attend and give their blessings.

It was a sign of respect for this world.

Below the red curtain, there were set five rows of black tables and chairs, each row larger than the previous.

The first row consisted of only three high-backed chairs, and the corresponding nameplates clearly indicated the owners of these chairs: the president of the first university, the president of the Wizard Council, and the president of the Under the Moon Council.

However, right now, these three chairs were empty, no dignitaries had arrived.

The chairs in the second row were a bit shorter, but there were many more of them.

From the middle to the left, belonged to the two vice presidents of the first university, the four principals of the academies, several elders of the School Workers Committee, as well as a number of honorary principals; from the middle to the right, belonged to the guests of the first university: including the upper members of the Under the Moon Council, the members of the Wizards Council, representatives of major institutions of the Wizard’s Alliance, and the ambassadors of other civilizations stationed in the Wizards’ Alliance.

Several figures were already seated in this row. The Witch World’s legendary beauty, Shi Jun, should also be sitting in this row. But, despite scanning repeatedly, and even as old Yao changed the tobacco in his pipe twice, the young student didn’t spot the legendary figure and finally gave up dejectedly.

However, during his cursory glances, Zheng Qing identified one of the guests on the right side of the middle line as the ambassador from the Multi-arm race to the Wizards’ Alliance - after all, it had many arms, making it easy to judge.

Although he was very interested in these bizarre-looking aliens, the ancient shackles in his blood still emphasised the concept of "don’t look if it’s not appropriate." Zheng Qing just slightly glanced at the aliens whose faces were obscured by their large cloaks before he quickly turned his eyes away to continue looking upwards.

The chairs in the third row and the ones behind it increased in number, still being divided by the middle line. The left belonged to the vice-principals of the four academies of the first university, along with the senior professors and old school workers; The right still belonged to the guests invited by the school, including parents and heads of many famous witch families, some distinguished guests from different civilizations, and even included the captains of some famous hunting teams.

Zheng Qing heard the female witches in the audience shriek more than once, calling out the names of these star hunters.

Even Zhang Ji Xin who seemed to be disconnected, had a lengthy discussion with Xin Fat Man about the possibility of getting the hunters’ autographs.

"With your drunken state, I’m afraid just touching those red curtains would put you in the school hospital for half a month." Zheng Qing gave a stern look at the two drunks, stressing, "Just from my basic knowledge of Talisman Studies, I’ve already spotted over thirty sets of intimidating runes on that curtain... Although it isn’t life-threatening, you won’t be spared the pain of mental suffering."

"Over thirty?" Xiao Xiao muttered, chewing on his brush, "I’ve only spotted eleven..."

The corner of Zheng Qing’s mouth twitched slightly, and he put on a nonchalant expression, proceeding to warn them in a cheerful voice, "Especially you... Elder Zhang Da...you’re our team’s head hunter. If you end up in the hospital, we’d have to replace you out of caution... Someone like Fat Man would do just fine."

Upon hearing this, Xin Fat Man was delighted and immediately pounded his chest with his fists.

"No problem!" He howled, "A head hunter role is nothing! If Red Face can do it, so can I... Weren’t you wanting the leader of Venus team’s autograph? Go ahead, I’ll hold your seat for you!"

The last sentence was meant for Zhang Ji Xin.

Zhang Ji Xin slapped Fat Man on the back of the head.

"You’re in such a hurry to shove me up to the stage. Are you hoping I drop dead so you can inherit my title as lead hunter?! Let me tell you, not happening! Even if I became a ghost, I wouldn’t let you get your way!"

"According to article one hundred and twenty-nine of the ’Management Measures for the Wizard League Hunting Team (Third Revised Edition)’ established in 1857, any ghost-type creature is prohibited from serving as a hunting team member - excluding the Ghost race."

Doctor Xiao opened his notebook and showed it to Zhang Ji Xin, reminding, "So, you must remember not to become a ghost if you die... Becoming an Earth-bound Spirit would do."

Red Face twitched his nose, narrowed his eyes, and scrutinized it for a good while. He eventually slumped into Fat Man’s arms, snoring loudly.