High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 699 - 47 Curly-haired Dog_1

Chapter 699: Chapter 47 Curly-haired Dog_1

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the wind lamp swinging back and forth, the figures of the patrol members were gradually approaching the wooden chair in front of the black cat.

"There is a chair here, let’s all take a break!" A sharp voice suddenly rang out, breaking the quiet of the lakeside and scaring the squirrels on the oak branches into a frenzy, "After all, no one’s around this late... Yesterday was literally the day after the souls day, anyone with a brain should be inside their nests."

"The key is, many of the creatures in the Silent Forest don’t have brains." Another voice interjected, stuttering, seemingly hesitant about their companion’s suggestion, "Besides... I heard there’s a monitoring team tonight, wouldn’t it look bad if they saw us resting?"

"No worries, just say you sprained your ankle and need to apply some medicine." The third voice was quite pleased with their clever idea, the tone full of smugness, "After all, we are just supplementary patrols, not officially employed by the school."

This time, with everyone having sufficient practical reasons and moral justifications to slack off, no one continued to object.

So, the creaking sound of the wind lamp and the rustling of footsteps gradually drew nearer, finally stopping in front of the wooden chair. Then the chair let out a satisfied sigh, like a cat purring after eating to its fill.

The black cat lying in the shadow of the oak tree silently shrank itself even smaller, becoming tinier than the mouse it saw earlier. Then it continued to stay still in place, not panicking and fleeing due to the appearance of the young wizards.

A breeze blew over, bringing a strong and seemingly familiar fragrance that made the black cat sneeze.

"What was that sound?" On the chair, someone looked back alertly.

"Probably just a mouse." The smug voice from earlier resounded again, showing little concern, "My amulet here has no reaction... This means it detected nothing larger than a mouse within a five-hundred-meter radius..."

The black cat hiding behind the oak tree grinned its teeth, lifted its small white paw, measured its height, and was speechless. Just a few minutes ago, it had shrunk itself.

Really don’t know if that’s luck or misfortune.

The smug voice seemed oblivious to the disdainful gaze from a certain black cat behind him, still going on and on bragging about his amulet, "...This amulet was a New Year gift from my cousin last year. He graduated from the First University a few years ago and now commands a hunting team in the Dark Forest. You know, the native magics there are pretty strange, so they often come up with the newest amulets."

The pale green wind lamp was hung on the cane, leaning against the bench. With the breeze, it swayed back and forth, casting a blurry, dim shadow on the grassland.

In the lamplight, Zheng Qing got a clear look at the patrol members for the first time.

A grey-haired, pale-faced male wizard; a black curly-haired, chubby dwarf; and finally, a lanky figure in a billowing robe.

The smug voice came from the last figure in the flowing robe.

Zheng Qing looked at him, sniffing the familiar perfume in the air, racking his brain for a while before finding a corresponding image from his memory - from his experience on the school’s special plane. A ’wizards spraying perfume’ had been talking fervently in the plane’s cafeteria about Sepulano’s plan to pick a fight with someone, leaving a deep impression on Zheng Qing.

What really impressed the student, in particular, was that Li Meng had given this wizard a nickname of ’Curly-haired Dog’.

At this moment, ’Curly-haired Dog’ was still as talkative as Zheng Qing remembered from a few months ago, spilling all sorts of dubious rumors he’d come by.

"...Speaking of the New World, you mentioned before that many high-ranking wizards were recalled to school, right?" The pudgy wizard wheezed, giving an impression of struggle, "What I mean is, it’s been so long since the semester started, why haven’t we seen them? Do you know where they are now?"

"Maybe they’re in the Black Prison, or deep inside the Silent Forest, or some school labs, could be anywhere." Curly-haired Dog made some flippant guesses with a dragged-out tone, "Just like the newly opened Secret Garden for this year’s School Hunt. If the school plans to do something, they wouldn’t let every student know."

"A new Secret Garden?" The other lanky wizard seemed to not understand Curly-haired Dog’s meaning, puzzled, "Isn’t this year’s school hunting competition happening in Hunting Ground no.1? What new Secret Garden?"

"The Secret Garden used for this year’s freshman competition." Curly-haired Dog’s tone held some impatience, but he still obligingly explained, "According to my uncle, the Secret Garden used for the freshman competition was a piece of another world that was dragged back by a few high-ranking wizards of the school during their summer vacation... After a simple renovation, it was used as the field for the freshman competition."

"No wonder I heard from someone in the student council that this year’s freshman competition hunting ground wasn’t cleaned thoroughly... So it really is a new hunting ground!" The lanky wizard’s tone suggested a moment of enlightenment.

"There’s a magic dragon." The chubby wizard finally found a chance to show off, his voice much smoother now, "My cousin said that there’s a dormant magic dragon in the hunting ground which was overlooked during the initial cleaning... It wasn’t magic-marked, and it almost ate an entire rookie hunting team!"

"The leader of the unfortunate hunting team was from the Karen’s family, and supposedly Sir Friedman was extremely annoyed." Curly-haired Dog sniffed, sighing deeply, "Then again, the most annoyed would probably be Dean Yao. He really is unlucky."

"True, true." The chubby wizard eagerly agreed, "Right after he became the rotating chair of the joint meeting, all these unfortunate events happened... From the resurgence of Silent Forest’s epidemic, to the Sand Hour Worm, to the random appearances of Wild Demons... Oh, right, and the big fight between the two academies a while back..."

"Shut up!"

"Be quiet!"

Both of the chubby wizard’s companions almost simultaneously interjected, stopping him from continuing.

The lanky wizard subsequently explained, "Since that matter has been conveniently swept under the rug, let’s not bring it up again... If it stirs up new troubles, we’re the ones who’ll suffer."

"If you’re really that curious, you might as well dig a bit into the case of the kitten that got its eyes gouged out on the lakeside earlier." Curly-haired Dog suggested soothingly, "Although the school said it was an accident, I heard that it wasn’t as simple as it appears..."

"I’d rather not have my eyes gouged out while on patrol." The chubby wizard mumbled, expressing his desire to preserve himself.