High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 472 - 141 Song of Time_1

Chapter 472: Chapter 141 Song of Time_1

As a young person who grew up in the internet age, Zheng Qing was not unfamiliar with the concept of ’seeds’.

However, he did not expect to encounter ’seeds’ embodying similar concepts in the magical world - of course, unlike index files recording download addresses on the internet, the seeds in the magic world take the form of ’real’ seeds.

This could not help but be seen as a coincidence.

The young scholarship student marvelled at the two greyish-green, peanut-sized seeds in the fat man’s hand.

"What a learning experience... I think I’ve guessed what the fat man brought back." He exclaimed, "I always thought that us wizards didn’t have this kind of amusement... However, is it okay for us to all watch it together? I think it’s more appropriate to watch such small clips in private..."

"... Do you somehow seem to be misunderstanding something?" The fat man rolled his eyes, his tone a bit strange.

"Whose seeds?" Dylan emerged from the curtained coffin still smoothing his cuff-links. "Where did they come from?"

Due to lack of sleep, his face was somewhat greenish, and he had two big bags under his eyes.

"The upper councilor of The Under the Moon, the pearl in the palm of the Qingqiu Su family, the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world..." The fat man seemed to have been awaiting this moment, so he heaped up the titles, eagerly scanning every face in the dormitory, hoping to see the reaction he desired.

"Hiss!" Dylan drew a sharp breath in response: "Su Shijun?!"

"A clip of the goddess??" Zheng Qing also couldn’t help but widen his eyes: "The school hasn’t been thrown into chaos?"

He could still clearly remember how, a few weeks ago, just because of a shadowy report in the newspaper, many students of the Astronomy 08-1 Class were grieving as if they were mourning a death.

Therefore, when he heard that the seeds the fat man brought back were Su Shijun’s, his first reaction was not the clarity of the video, but whether the school would erupt into chaos because of it.

"So, do you have some sort of misunderstanding or ’prejudice’ about seeds...?" Xiao Xiao repeated the question that Xin Fat Man asked earlier, his eyes half-closed.

Zheng Qing frowned, contemplating whether to enlighten his companions about some common-sense concepts concerning ’seeds’ and ’teachers’.

Obviously, Dylan didn’t have the patience to listen to their chatter.

He had overcome the persistent sleepiness that was hindering him in order to attain certain more definite goals.

"Where did the seeds come from? When were they taken? How much? Any ’children seeds’? What about the quality? How’s the sound?" He hastily presented a series of inquiries, pulling out a black cloth bag from his pocket: "I’ve got a pack of Dongmao green soil, it’s perfect for growing Projection Grass, give it here..."

As he spoke, he tilted the bag in his hands and a pile of moist green soil rushed into the flowerpot that Xin Fat Man had just prepared.

"Just right, as I was debating whether or not to dig up some soil from outside," the Fat Man chuckled while clapping his hands, "Even when growing grass, Under the Moon nobles really know how to make a statement..."

Of course, he didn’t intend to continue tantalizing Mister Wolfman’s appetite either.

"The seeds were from the editing department. I’m not sure who brought them... Although it didn’t cost me anything, the seeds were probably under some restriction and can’t be propagated anymore."

Dylan sighed disappointedly.

"The seeds are recent, it’s said that they’re a result of Su Daxu’s last weekend trip to Würzburg, apparently from before she went to the Alps to stop Prince William from dueling with Duke Milton."

"As for clarity and sound effects, I don’t know... I came rushing back as soon as I got my hands on it!"

Speaking of which, the fat man smugly looked around and emphasized: "Except for food, I always share everything... if there’s a part for me, there’s definitely a part for everyone!"

His words earned the unanimous approval and fervent welcome of the other members of dormitory 403.

In the middle of their conversation, the two blue seeds had already been poked into the soil of the flowerpot.

"Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!" The fat man was waving his hand backwards vigorously, his eyes never leaving the flowerpot: "And the curtains! Who will close the curtains!"

Dylan snapped his fingers twice, and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling immediately went out. The half-closed curtains also automatically tightened and closed with a whoosh.

The dormitory was plunged into darkness.

Orange Cat Tuan Tuan was wide awake, it crouched in front of the flowerpot, its face set in a stern expression, silently watching the excited faces around it, its yellow eyes looking especially disconcerting.

The little elves sat scattered on the shoulders of the male wizards, fluttering their wings, occasionally making curious ’Hehe’ sounds.

"A pack of Time Sand, half a Defining Water."

Xin Fat Man muttered, taking out a small pack of shiny grains and a tiny glass bottle from his flash drive.

"Slow down, slow down, let the Defining Water completely saturate the Time Sand." Dylan leaned forward, nervously instructing: "The Time Sand hasn’t spread evenly! The Time Sand hasn’t spread evenly!! The left side is thicker by one point... Why hasn’t it reacted yet? Did you poke the hole too deep earlier? Has your Time Sand expired? Is that really Defining Water in the bottle? You didn’t pour the wrong thing, did you?"

"Shut up! I’ve planted more seeds than you have cufflinks!" Xin Fat Man growled in a barely suppressed whisper: "Don’t seeds need time to sprout?"

"It’s coming out! Look!" Zheng Qing noticed a light blue sprout emerging from the soil and called out immediately. This statement instantly extinguished the brewing quarrel between the two companions.

Under the influence of magic, these buds grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the soil in the flower pot was covered by a three-coloured grass. The grass was only an inch tall, each slender stem sprouting three leaves of red, green and blue.

A faint tri-colour glow emerged from the leaves, intertwining as the leaves lightly swayed, merging into a thin halo of white light.

Next, a vine reached out from the edge of the flower pot, firmly grasping the pot, then opening its leaves, squeezing out pink flower buds one by one.

"A string of speaker flowers, three-colour projection grass." Dylan patted Xin Fat’s shoulder admiringly, "Indeed an old farmer, you’ve got some quality seeds!"

"Projection grass has single, double, and triple-leaved varieties. Similarly, speaker flowers can come as single, double, or multiple flowers on a string." Xiao Xiao routinely explained to Zheng Qing,

"Single-leaf projection grass displays ghost-like images, double-leaf displays images in black and white; only triple-leaf and above can restore the original image. In the same way, a string of speaker flowers has much stronger sound effects than a single flower."

"Mono, stereo, and surround sound, huh." Zheng Qing couldn’t help but quip.

Xin Fat solemnly poked at the leaf of a speaker flower, which responded with a ’pop pop’ sound.

"Well, the sound effects are not bad." He clapped his hands, then plopped his butt onto the circular chair, casually tossing Tuan Tuan from the chair to his shoulder, "Let the show begin!"

Small points of light began to flutter up from the leaves of the projection grass, resembling floating dust or a starry sky.

The dots of light slowly came together, sketching out an ancient castle in the distance, lush trees, a tranquil river nearby, and an antiquated sculpture.

The scene finally froze on an aging stone bridge.

The stone bridge was paved with cyan bricks, laden with the rust of history. The sides of the bridge were constructed from large, neatly arranged sandstones, appearing rough yet hefty.

The speaker flowers relayed the tranquil sound of flowing river water. The wind carried the applause of rustling tree leaves, and in the distance, the playful noises of children could faintly be heard.

A hand, as white as jade, gently rested on the sandstone banister of the bridge. The individual wore a bright red cloak, with belt casually tucked in their pocket, silently watching the running river water.

"The image quality is good, but the plot is lacking some intensity..." Zheng Qing commented softly.

"Being able to enjoy Miss Su’s beauty up close, what more could you ask for?!" Xin Fat grimaced as he responded with a sideways glance.

"Both of you, shut up!" Dylan growled.

Soon, a gentle song floated up from the river’s surface, and through the speaker flowers, it resonated within the hearts of the spectators:

Drip-drop, the ticking of the clock

Tip-tap, the footsteps

Time whispers lightly in my ear

Pitter-patter, the rain

Hee-hee, ha-ha, the memory

They tightly encircle me

Winter goes, spring comes, another year, another day

Summer’s end, autumn’s arrival, another day, another year

No matter how much I slow my pace

It still just

Nonchalantly, casually slides by

Slides by

Propelling the oar of memory

In the twinkling stream of time

Leaving faint traces

Tip-tap, hee-hee, ha-ha

That echo which will eventually fade

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