High School of Demon Hunting

44: Chapter 44 Wounded Little Elf_1

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“Each ‘Great Arcana’ has its own title.

For example, the title corresponding to the first rank of the Great Arcana is ‘The Fool’, the second rank is ‘The Magician’, and the third rank is ‘The High Priestess’.

Each of the twenty-two Great Arcana has its own unique title.”

“‘Small Arcana’, on the other hand, are divided into four sequences based on different academies.

Jiuyou Academy belongs to the ‘Wand Sequence’; Alpha Academy belongs to the ‘Starcoin Sequence’; Atlas Academy belongs to the ‘Chalice Sequence’; Starry Sky Academy belongs to the ‘Sword Sequence’.

Each sequence, aside from the rankings from one to ten, also has the ‘King’, ‘Queen’, ‘Knight’, ‘Attendant’ as four special sequences.”

“Although the rankings change every year, some positions remain relatively unchanged.” Xiao Xiao said as he drew several lines on his notebook and pushed it in front of Zheng Qing.

“For instance, the top three spots in the ‘Great Arcana’ belong to our excellent principal and the two vice-principals.

The ‘King’ of the ‘Small Arcana’ is definitely the student union president of the corresponding academy.

These positions match the corresponding statuses, and hardly change—it’s sort of an unwritten rule.”

Zheng Qing looked at the terms and order listed in Xiao Xiao’s notebook, recalling his explanation.

“They mentioned earlier that the older brother of the Wild Demon at the Great Ming Pavilion is ‘Starcoin Sequence Seven’.

This means he is a ‘Small Arcana’ and is ranked seventh in the ‘Alpha Special Influence List’.

Is that correct?” Zheng Qing summarised.

Li Meng nodded repeatedly, showing an expression of a teachable child.

“That’s strange, I remember that fat guy said his brother was a scholarship student at Atlas.” Zheng Qing murmured, scratching his head as he stared at Xiao Xiao’s notebook.

He felt his mind was a mess.

Across the dining table, Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow, picking up his orange juice.

…

The silver-white curtains were rolled high.

Outside the window was an endless sea of rolling clouds.

The soft golden sunlight projected onto the restaurant floor through the large floor-to-ceiling window, as if casting a layer of orange glaze on the floor.

A green little elf was stepping on this glaze layer, running fearfully on the smooth floor, uttering cries of alarm.

The transparent wings on her back seemed to have been roughly rubbed by someone, creasing and broken.

In the buffet restaurant, students were strolling around, no one noticed this tiny creature under their feet until she bumped into a playful little fox.

The fox rubbed her face with its pink nose, looking at her curiously.

The little elf stopped, hesitated, and stretched out her slim hand to scratch the fox’s ears.

The fox closed its eyes comfortably.

The little elf leapt onto the fox’s back, burying herself in its soft fur.

…

Most of the lunchtime had passed.

Adhering to the principle of entering and leaving the buffet leaning against the wall, Zheng Qing and others insisted on sitting at the dining table, waiting for the food in their stomachs to digest somewhat.

On the dining table, a fluffy white pigeon cooed as it picked fragrant rice grains from its owner’s palm.

The old turtle retreated into its shell, not willing to peek out no matter how much Xiao Xiao teased it.

They all tried their best to feed their pets more.

Zheng Qing lounged on the sofa, rubbing his belly.

It’s not good to be too full, it makes it difficult to move.

Zheng Qing felt that he would be half-leaning against this sofa until they disembark.

“Where’s your fox?” Li Meng kicked him across the table: “There are a few pieces of small steak left, quickly stuff it into its stomach.”

Zheng Qing wiped his slightly greasy mouth with a napkin, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and whistled loudly.

A burp came up along with the whistle.

He hurriedly closed his mouth.

Not far off, the little fox dashed back from the crowd.

“Rascal, where did you run off to!”

Zheng Qing grabbed the fox by its tuft and held it in his arms.

Then he noticed a terrified little spirit shivering on the fox’s back.

“There’s a little spirit injured here!” he called to Xiao Xiao.

Li Meng, who was feeding a pigeon in her hand, dropped it and climbed down from the sofa, “Let me take a look, let me see!

I know healing magic, let me try!”

The pigeon, Xiao Bai, made an angry cooing sound behind her.

…

“Stubborn wizards may not respect alchemical creatures, but they wouldn’t do something so boring.” Xiao Xiao brushed back Poseidon’s fur and examined the injured little spirit with a serious expression, “The wing bruises on this creature were obviously caused by a human.”

The little spirit seemed to be severely frightened.

It clung tightly to the fur around Poseidon’s neck, buried its head, shivered and refused to let go.

Li Meng rummaged in her Kun Bag for a clean feather and gently stroked the little one.

Xiao Bai the pigeon stood atop Poseidon’s head, cooing in discontent.

Monk Shi Yuan silently twirled his prayer beads and sat cross-legged in front of Poseidon, praying for the little spirit.

“It may not be a dangerous party.” Zheng Qing felt the atmosphere was a bit heavy, consoling, “Could it be a prank by a child?

This little spirit only has its wings injured.”

“But the problem is, where have all the other little spirits gone?” Xiao Xiao raised his head and surveyed the entire restaurant.

Zheng Qing was speechless, realizing for the first time that it had been awhile since he last saw groups of little spirits darting about in the restaurant.

He glanced at the serving counter not far away.

Many empty dishes were still sitting there.

Used utensils and leftovers littered the surrounding tables, creating a messy scene.

“Your question brought on a bit of an ominous premonition.” Zheng Qing frowned and pulled out a little gray cloth bag.

He clearly remembered how when Li Meng sneezed and sprinkled a bit of juice, a few little spirits had rushed over to clean up for her.

“The fragrance on the little spirit is so familiar.” Li Meng, who had her head buried in Poseidon’s fur, whispered comforting words to the injured spirit.

She suddenly lifted her head and said to others,”It smells similar to something I’ve smelled somewhere before.”

“It’s not the curly-haired dog’s,” she added.

Zheng Qing managed a small smile, leaned in and had a sniff.

He stood up and sniffed the air.

Indeed, there was a familiar, delicate scent on the broken tip of the little spirit’s wing.

“It’s that flight attendant.” He looked at Li Meng with certainty and said,” When she performed the security check for us earlier, I was pretty close.

The scent is identical.”

Li Meng coughed ambiguously a couple of times and looked at him teasingly.

“There might be some misunderstanding here.” Pretending not to see Li Meng’s grin, Zheng Qing turned to the others,”Shall we go and ask?”

He pointed towards the flight crew’s rest room not far off.