High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 563 - 232: The Summoning Creature in the Medal_1

Chapter 563: Chapter 232: The Summoning Creature in the Medal_1

When Zheng Qing finally completed his ’guidance’ task and returned to his seat, there was less than ten minutes left until the end of class.

By this time, more than half of the students in the classroom had successfully unleashed the Cleaning Spell. Most of the stinky clothes in the washbasins had been magically washed clean and neatly folded on the desks.

The public-sponsored student looked at his pile of dirty clothes in the washbasin. With a sigh of resignation, he could only flip open his Law book and recopy the analysis curse on the blackboard.

"While you guys were chatting just now, didn’t any of you think to help me clean these clothes?" Zheng Qing, looking at a symbol he had just copied wrong in the Law book, couldn’t help but poke two small holes in the desk with his feather pen as he looked angrily at the other wizards.

Xin Fat Man lazily replied while drafting on parchment, "When you were chatting up those witches, you didn’t think to call us to help either."

"I wasn’t that eager!" The thought of the recent situation deflated Zheng Qing’s anger. He mumbled, "I thought Li Meng would grasp this spell quickly...I’ve always seen Lin Guo learn things very quickly."

Although he said this, he had to admit that he had overestimated Li Meng’s learning ability. He had erroneously assumed that all geniuses were the same kind of ’genius’.

Comparatively, Zhang Ji Xin was more interested in a different matter: "I just saw her pummeling your stuffed bear... What did you do to provoke her this time?"

Without answering this foolish question, Zheng Qing simply rolled his eyes.

Did he have to do something to deserve being pummeled with a stuffed bear? She beat people based on her mood, okay!

Although he did tease her... a little.

The thought of the young witch reminded the public-sponsored student of the words she had said earlier. This caused him to think of the upcoming ’School Cup’ dance and the obligations he had as a ’public-sponsored student’.

So, he abruptly changed the topic to discuss the upcoming Saturday night dance.

"They should have told me earlier that public-sponsored students must attend the dance!" Zheng Qing complained to his companions while directing the Screw Maiden Elf to fold the clean clothes neatly, "...instead of having a little girl who can’t even cast a Cleaning Spell tell me!"

As he finished speaking, he nervously glanced towards the front row and lowered his voice significantly.

"There’s not a single good person in the student council." Zheng Qing grumbled quietly, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao, "What do you think would happen if I don’t attend the dance? I’m so tired these days, I just want to rest well before the freshman competition."

Doctor Xiao glanced up at him and adjusted his glasses.

"That’s a bold thought." The doctor lowered his gaze again, speaking in a mocking tone: "If you read more history books, you’d know that anyone who dares to break tradition either becomes a hero or is denounced as a bear... Personally, I think you’re a bit short of becoming a hero."

"But he is also a bit short of becoming a bear," Xin Fat Man seemed to have found a new interesting topic. Finally tearing his attention from his draft, he lifted his arm to show Zheng Qing his watch: "I have a hair growth potion commonly used by Snowmen in Kunlun stored here. Just a drop or two in the bathtub, I assure you it can lessen the gap between you and a bear."

Zheng Qing didn’t take the bait, instead sneering, "Maybe you should explain what you bought the hair growth potion for..."

"Instead of focusing on his reason for buying hair growth potion, you should consider whether you really want to break tradition." Xiao Xiao interrupted the quarreling pair, stressing: "If you really don’t want to go, you have to prepare for the worst... Remember, the school hasn’t decided on the punishment for the incident at Hunting Ground One."

"I don’t want to do it either." The young scholarship student seemed scared by the professor’s remarks and stuttered: "It’s just... it’s just that I don’t even have a suit to attend the ball..."

"You just need to wear your academy robe and put on your shiny Merlin Medal, you’ll definitely outshine those guys in fancy dresses." Xin Fat Man snorted sarcastically.

"Absolutely not." Zheng Qing firmly denied Fat Man’s suggestion.

"You know what, we haven’t used your medal during our training." Being the main hunter for absolution, Elder Zhang Da seemed to always think about the hunting team’s affairs: "I remember reading in the ’Beta Town Post’ that every Merlin Medal carries a permanent spell ... some are powerful guarding curses, and some are very vicious attacking spells ..."

"Summoning spells are generally on Bronze Medals." Xiao Xiao thoughtfully interjected, then turned to Zheng Qing: "What’s your summoning creature?"

Zheng Qing maintained a stern face, refusing to engage with them.

Due to the dubious way he acquired it, Zheng Qing despised wearing the Merlin Medal. It felt like there was always an invisible little man, hiding behind his ear, endlessly whispering to him that he was a liar, a liar, a liar.

This made him feel bad.

Very bad.

So much so that the ’Minor Summoning Spell’ carried on the copper Merlin Medal had hardly ever been used by him - remains unused because after he initially received the medal, he had once used it in front of the representative sent by the Wizards’ Alliance, to show that the medal was functioning well.

"Maybe it’s a Crymiran Ninfus?" Xin Fat Man, contemplating the scholarship student, pinched his chin: "I heard my uncle say that many small-eyed gentlemen like to buy Crymiran Ninfus... Beautiful, cheap, and most importantly, obedient. They can tolerate you doing a lot of things, a lot of things! Of course, compared to the equally obedient Yingzhou Ninfus, Crymiran Ninfus have a slightly shorter lifespan..."

"Mate, isn’t this discriminatory?" Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow: "Honestly, Doctor Xiao and I are just good-natured, so I won’t smack you in the face!"

"You have five seconds to write your last words." Zhang Ji Xin eyed the fat man with a gloomy look, cracking his knuckles ominously.

"I have small eyes! I have small eyes too!" Xin Fat Man quickly reached out his thick, short fingers, squished his small eyes and emphasized.

The funny expression immediately made everyone burst into laughter.

"If you don’t act outrageously, you won’t die. Why try?" The young scholarship student shook his head with a sorrowful tone.

"Don’t change the subject!" After begging for mercy, the fat man perked back up and turned to Zheng Qing: "What kind of creature is hidden in your Merlin Medal... Guhuo Bird? Cerberus? Chimaera? Or howling Fenrir?"

"It might not necessarily be something that powerful," Zhang Ji Xin denied on the side: "After all, it is only a Bronze Medal. My guess is it’s probably a small creature like a goblin, ghoul, or flying goblins."

"It could also be a Yellow Turban Warrior." Xiao Xiao showed interest in guessing: "After all, the Wizards’ Alliance loves to torment people, and for Brother Qing, the Yellow Turban Warrior sounds friendlier than a Goblin."

"Stop the wild guesses... they are all wrong." Seeing everyone endlessly speculating, Zheng Qing finally reluctantly raised his hand to end this discussion: "It’s a double-headed minotaur."