High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 797 - 145: Red Skin and Green Skin

Chapter 797: Chapter 145: Red Skin and Green Skin

A mouse clad in a green vest gave a hefty sneeze.

"Achoo! Achoo!!"

Another mouse wearing a green vest stood by its companion, seemingly caught the contagion, and followed with two sneezes.

"Yawn..."

The third mouse donning a red vest stretched lazily and yawned, then lifting its eyelids, glanced at the companions sneezing one after another. In a stretched-out, languid tone it called out, "Number thirty-three, number thirty-four... please keep your tickets safe, respond swiftly when your number is called. We’re on a tight schedule, no waiting if you miss your turn."

Clearly, the red vest mouse was very familiar with these words; even as it spoke in a languid voice, there was not the slightest pause. While speaking, it slid two thin strips of paper to the edge of the desk.

The mouse in the green vest wiped its nose, respectfully took the paper strips, then turned and headed to the waiting area.

Behind them, the red vest mouse shook the bell at the corner of the desk. With a raised voice, it announced, "Number Eleven Blue Skin, Number Eleven Blue Skin! Please follow the assistant mouse officer to the office! Number Eleven Blue Skin!"

"I’m coming, I’m coming! Please wait!!" A skinny mouse in a green vest staggered over from not far away, nearly colliding with the two companions passing in front.

"Terribly sorry! Do forgive me!" The skinny mouse apologetically bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle while running forward, managing a miraculous twist in the process. Its long tail whipped a beautiful arc in midair, smacking the corridor walls with a resounding snap.

"Watch it, you’ll have to pay triple for damaging public property!" the red vest mouse shouted a warning, then stuck its head out further, hollering at those queuing up to get a number, "Let me warn you again, no cutting in line! Learn some manners and be polite! If I see anyone cutting again, your visiting rights for today will be revoked!!... Next one, come and get your number!"

"Hiss, ow! Ow!" The skinny mouse turned back around and continued to stumble forward, all the while inhaling sharply. And its long tail, having finished its ’rudder’ function, swiftly retracted, wrapping around its slender waist several times to form a tight bundle.

"Achoo!" One of the mice the skinny one had brushed past covered its nose and sneezed heavily, unable to resist complaining, "Who on earth is talking about me!"

With that, the Mouse King rubbed its reddened nose, shook its round ears, and its sharp voice traveled far along the smooth elliptical tunnel, casting his words in a peculiarly melodious air.

"If someone complaining about you causes you to sneeze, then what does it mean when I sneeze several times in a row?" The other mouse in the green vest blew its nose and then cleaned the snot off its whiskers with a paw, huffing, "There are many reasons for sneezing, maybe it’s just because you stayed outside too long and aren’t used to the smell at home anymore. Don’t flatter yourself thinking someone is talking about you... Ah, ah, achoo! Achoo!"

During the conversation, the two mice in green vests had reached the waiting area and settled into a spacious wooden chair, simultaneously plucking two fresh holly leaves from the branches of a nearby holly tree.

Hearing the sound of falling leaves, several plump yellow bees vibrated their wings and buzzed in front of the two mice. They shook their round bellies and squeezed out a few drops of shiny, transparent liquid, which fell onto the leaf. Then they flew away leisurely.

"Slurp!" Having sneezed, Number Eleven Blue Skin couldn’t wait to suck a few mouthfuls of the leaf’s nectar, a satisfied gurgling sound emanating from his throat. Smacking his lips, he said, "What a nostalgic taste... You say I’ve been out too long, but in reality, I haven’t been gone for a few days. Where has the time gone?"

"Big ears, small brain." The other mouse, wearing a green vest, grasped the tip of his tail and scratched his chin, a look of disdain on his face. "Do you think you’re a Wizard? We are mice! Mice! Mice!"

"How long is a mouse’s lifespan? One year, two years, or three years? Our total lifespan isn’t even two or three years, and you want to compare yourself to wizards who have hundreds or thousands of years?"

"Our one day is equivalent to their one or two months!"

"Which means, the few days you were out, according to the wizards’ time, is like half a year has passed. How can it not be a long time? That such a simple logic needs explaining... truly disappoints me."

"I’m terribly sorry for that." The first mouse said sorry but didn’t sound apologetic at all, and of course, his expression did seem quite surprised. "I didn’t expect you, who everyone calls ’little confused bug,’ to have such strong logical thinking... No wonder you could escape from the clutches of the cats!"

"Please call me Ding Dong Ear, not little confused bug!" The other mouse glared at his companion resentfully. "I haven’t called you reckless spirit, have I? Dangdang Ears."

"Alright, little confused bug, I’ve got it, I’ll be careful next time," Dangdang Ears replied, promptly placing the leaf on his legs and raising his paws as if surrendering, while adding insincerely, "Besides, no one else thinks I’m a reckless spirit but you, so your threat is pretty ineffective."

Ding Dong Ear heaved a heavy sigh, and with one breath, finished the last bit of nectar on the leaf, then stuffed the holly leaf into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

As he chewed, he muttered, "This time I got the first place in counting during our class test... you can’t always call me a little confused bug. Could a confused bug have such strong logical thinking?"

"That’s a different matter," Dangdang Ears said as he picked up the holly leaf from his legs and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and speaking at the same time. "Like the last time you were taken by that forest cat... If not for being confused, which mouse would play dead in front of a Spiritual Cat? Mmm, delicious. When did you discover these holly leaves were edible?"

"I found out the first time I came here!" Ding Dong Ear boasted proudly, but remembering his companion’s previous words, he suddenly flew into a rage, indignantly saying, "The playing dead incident isn’t my fault, didn’t the book say that when you encounter a cat on the road, you should play dead so you won’t get eaten? The Elderly Ancestor said so too."

"The premise, the premise is important. Both the Elderly Ancestor and the book stated the premise is that it’s not a Spiritual Cat."

"How was I to know it was a Spiritual Cat?" Immediately, Ding Dong Ear deflated, with even the whiskers at the corners of his mouth drooping. Clearly, his companion’s words had hit a sore spot.

"And that’s precisely why we call you confused," Dangdang Ears said, plucking another green leaf from the nearby holly tree and boasting, "Who are we? Mice! We should hide in the shadows, silently observing and only acting after things are clear... Like myself, I would never have come down from the tree to trade with that Black Cat if I hadn’t made sure of everything first."

As he spoke, he reached under himself with a paw, pulled out something bright and shiny, and flaunted it in front of his companion, tossing it up and down.