High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 750 - 98 Lakeside Chill_1

Chapter 750: Chapter 98 Lakeside Chill_1

On the day of the heavy snow, the weather was cold and brisk, leaving the lake devoid of any human or bird noise.

Frost mist hanging in the air, the sky and clouds juxtaposed against the artificial hill and lake water, cast in distinct shades of black and white. The small island in the lake was like a snow lotus in an ink pool, with a white tower on the island, like the pistil of the lotus, standing there. Through the artificial hill stones, the witch could clearly see the head of the rattlesnake, pointing straight at the white tower, looking for something unknown.

Due to the heavy snowfall by the lake, there were inevitably some pickles or traps left by lake monsters in the deep haystack, so Zheng Qing and Elena didn’t go far, but chose a deserted area behind the artificial hill stones, strolling lethargically, digesting their food and enjoying the rare peace and tranquility by the lake.

The Gypsy witch, having things on her mind, kept casting glances at the long snake on the artificial hill stones from time to time.

Her behavior quickly attracted the attention of the young scholarship student.

"If you’re worried, I can send a paper crane to have Liu Fei Fei take her little dragon there." Zheng Qing thought Elena was worried about the safety of the rattlesnake and suggested: "I see that the snake also possesses intelligence. If it really feels cold, it will definitely go back in advance, and it won’t freeze outside."

Elena gave a forced smile, but said nothing.

After a while, she suddenly spoke, asking: "Why do you trust your eyes, or your senses, so much?"

This question was a bit abrupt, leaving one baffled—Zheng Qing didn’t know if she was referring to the words he had just conjectured, or to something else.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately chose a somewhat expedient answer: "What else can a wizard trust, if not their own senses?"

The words he used were a paraphrase of the famous wizard Thomas Alva from the 18th century: ’Real magic is one percent feeling and ninety-nine percent skill... A wizard who does not trust his own senses will never be able to perform real magic.’

The Gypsy witch gave a slight smile, seemingly amused by his answer.

She didn’t say anything, but walked ahead of Zheng Qing, hands clasped behind her back, carefully stepping on the spotless, slick snow, each step taken meticulously and cautiously, as though wary of a hole beneath.

The long hem of her dress dragged on the ground, gathering snowflakes and staining with mud, causing the young male wizard to feel somewhat uneasy. He wanted to help her lift the hem of her dress, but this thought merely crossed his mind—he figured that he would be kicked into the lake the next second, mistaken as a pervert, if he carelessly tugged at her dress.

So he averted his eyes from the hem of her dress, simply staring at the enchanting silhouette of the witch.

"Look at the lake in front of you, what can you observe?" The figure in front suddenly stopped, interrupting the thread of thought that had just flashed through the minds of the male wizard.

Zheng Qing cleared his throat, lifting his head, not daring to meet the witch’s eyes, for fear that she would detect the unease in his countenance. He lifted his gaze towards the direction the witch was pointing at; realizing that the two of them had already sauntered to the lake’s edge, beyond which lie the sparkling lake.

Owing to the snowfall, the lake today appeared exceptionally tranquil, akin to a large, shimmering blue gem at a glance.

"Snow, water, and the faint silhouettes of water plants in the lake." The young scholarship student blurted out his answer reflexively.

"Is there anything else?" The relentless witch pressed on.

Zheng Qing lowered his head to see his own reflection in the water.

He cracked a broad smile, his face beaming: "And your beautiful figure."

He thought to himself that this answer deserved a score of one-hundred and one, with the extra point being a reward for his just sacrificed brain cells.

Upon hearing this, the Gypsy witch burst into a giggle.

She reached out to pinch the wizard’s ear and gave it a little twist: "Sweet-talker... focus on the main point!"

"Besides that figure, there is nothing else of importance!" Zheng Qing grimaced, but his tone revealed an unprecedented determination.

The witch retracted her smile, fell silent without uttering another word, just quietly standing by the shore with her back facing the male wizard, motionlessly looking at the calm lake waters.

Zheng Qing touched the tip of his nose, wondering if he had spoken too rashly—however, he would still speak the same way if given another opportunity. At times, an answer is not merely a simple response, but more significantly, a manifestation of an attitude.

After quite a while.

The witch finally spoke slowly, "We’re always so ignorant."

After those words, she once again fell silent. The young scholarship student scratched his head, looking at her in bewilderment, but wisely kept his mouth shut and remained quiet.

Sure enough, the witch began to speak once again shortly after.

"Really, we know absolutely nothing." She muttered, her voice faint, as if whispering. If it hadn’t been for the surrounding silence, and Zheng Qing straining his ears to hear her, he certainly would not have understood what she said.

"...We’re just some pitiful souls, bound by flesh and blood. Just because heaven endows us with a touch of spirit, we manage to touch some incomplete images and think we’ve seen the essence of the world."

"Who knows if what we’re seeing isn’t merely a reflection in the lake?"

These words seemed rather abstruse. Old Yao seems to have mentioned something similar in his Philosophy of Magic, but Zheng Qing couldn’t quite remember. Wrinkling his brow, he instinctively felt that the Gypsy witch had just said something extremely important.

"Like this lake," Elena’s voice suddenly became lively again, pointing to Lin Zhong Lake in front of her, she said, "In our view, the lake only contains water plants and elves, but maybe there’s a complete, dark world in the lake, hidden at a level that we cannot see."

Zheng Qing finally found an opportunity to speak: "We live quite well in our own world, there’s no need to concern ourselves with the matters of other worlds."

"Yes... living in our own world is just fine." Elena sighed, turned around abruptly, staring at the young scholarship student, then closed her eyes, gently saying, "Kiss me."

Zheng Qing thought he had misheard her.

He swallowed, staring blankly at the witch in front of him. His gaze shifted slowly from her exquisite visage, down to her waist, observing her hands clutching the buckle in front, and trailing down to her exquisite figure barely visible through the sheer dress.

Then, he immediately withdrew his gaze, returning it back to the witch’s face.

Amid snow’s reflection, it seemed as though a milky-white halo surrounded her, enchanting him.

The dense fragrance emanating from the witch filled the air, leaving the young scholarship student feeling somewhat dizzy. His peripheral vision skimmed over her round breasts, the collarbone faintly visible from her neckline, down her fair neck, finally halting on her enticing, flame-like red lips.

"Kiss me." The witch murmured, just like a whisper.

The young scholarship student hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, awkwardly took a step forward, lowered his head slowly and touched her red lips.